In the lobby of the hotel, there are many people......

Zhang Debai and Sam are playing with a mole cricket over there, this one was caught from under the stone, the mole cricket is very large, about the thickness of the arm, and the strength is also very large!

"Hey...... little white," Sam said, "have you ever eaten charcoal-grilled mole crickets?"

As a kind of insect, mole crickets generally have some medicinal value, but they are used in relatively few places, and they are considered unpopular in medicinal materials.

There are more things like scorpion earth yuan and the like!

Humans have always obtained from nature, and this world has also obtained a lot, such as the huge stones used to build fortresses, various wooden furniture, and so on.

"I've eaten ......," Zhang Debai said with a wink, "it's a delicious taste." ”

Zhao Yunxiang rolled his eyes on the side, he lived in the countryside when he was a child, and naturally he had eaten insects.

When I was young, my family didn't have much money, and my parents would always bring back some huge bean worms when they farmed, which were usually fried and then eaten.

When he was a child, Zhao Yunxiang always felt that the fried bean worms were too hideous, their mouths were open, and the row of thin feet was also stretched to the sides, which looked a little terrifying.

But until they grow up, bean worms are almost impossible to see, let alone eat.

The fried bean worms are very fragrant and crispy, which is much better than Bell's raw eating of large bugs.

"I still think roasted locusts are the best!" Zhao Yunxiang suddenly interjected.

"Huh??" Zhang Debai was taken aback, "Does the old man eat insects?"

Eating bugs is unacceptable for some people, as food preferences vary greatly depending on the region.

However, all over the world, there are people who eat bugs, and some people are obsessed with them.

"What's wrong with eating insects?" Zhao Yunxiang asked rhetorically, a while ago, I saw someone fighting for the corpse of a cockroach, and these people were forced to eat it because they would starve if they didn't eat.

No one wants to experience the feeling of being hungry all the time!

Several people were chatting when they saw a man with a bamboo hat walk in from outside.

The man, dressed in coarse linen clothes, held a string of black beads in his hand, and said words in his mouth, as if he were chanting.

"Monk?" Zhao Yunxiang frowned, it turns out that there are monks in this world?

"That's right, it's a profession!" Meng Meng said, "I just didn't expect monks to come to the slums......"

"Profession?" Zhao Yunxiang was puzzled, "What profession?"

"You can understand it as an exorcist!" Moe said ambiguously.

"Exorcist?" Han Qianluo blinked his big eyes and stared at the monk very curiously.

The monk was about 60 years old, and he looked a little old, with deep wrinkles on his face and gray eyebrows.

The monk walked straight to this side, and it seemed that he was coming towards Zhao Yunxiang.

"Hello donor, dare to ask Wang if the pomegranate is in your hands?" the monk asked Wang Pomegranate.

You must know that Wang Pomegranate was a wanted criminal in the major fortresses hundreds of years ago, where the average life expectancy of human beings is only 50 years, and people in the slums will not exceed 30 years old.

Because of the harsh living conditions, people die every minute, some from bacterial infections, some from starvation, and some from drowning in manure pits.

This also shows that few people know about Wang Pomegranate, let alone what that Wang Ba looks like.

At that time, when Wang Pomegranate showed his face, the turtle shell was not complete, but it was just a little green, and the chance of being recognized was not great.

But this monk who just came actually asked Zhao Yunxiang for Wang Pomegranate very simply!

What does this mean?

It shows that this guy is directly running for Wang Pomegranate!

"I said no, do you believe it?" Zhao Yunxiang raised his eyebrows, and it was better to hand over Wang Pomegranate, that guy had a good calculation of hexagrams, and it was useful to keep it.

And there is a 250-year-old king by his side, and he is excited to think about it.

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"Don't believe it......," the monk smiled and waved his hand, stretched out his willow-like left hand, rolled up his sleeves, and said again, "I can find this side, that is, I am completely sure that I know his news." ”

The monk showed a very strange aura between his gestures, and he couldn't say that he hated it, and he couldn't say that he liked it.

But Mengmeng didn't like this old man very much, and there was a faint disgust.

After seeing the old man, Meng Meng even felt that there was a strange riot in her body.

I can't wait to go up and slap him a few times!

I can't take it anymore!

I can't take it anymore!!

"Monk!" Meng Meng got up, stuck her waist and said, "Didn't I tell you?

After Meng Meng finished speaking, she was a little embarrassed, and she actually said the king like this.

The name Wang Pomegranate is a personal name as soon as it is heard, and it obviously has little to do with Wang Ba.

"Hehe......" The monk grinned, squinting at Meng Meng.

The latter was stared at by the monk and was furious, and at the same time she also scolded herself, what did she do when she got up?

"This little girl, are you stupid?" said the monk Zhengse, "I just said the name Wang Pomegranate, and you told me that you don't have a king here, how do you know that Wang Pomegranate is a king eight?"

"Who is the king scolding?"

At this moment, Wang Pomegranate appeared on the stairs on the second floor, and he was staring at the monk with mung bean eyes.

This man looks familiar, but I don't know where I've seen it.

Wang Shiliu thought carefully about his memory, but he just couldn't remember.

Was he bullied by me?

I think that at the beginning, when Wang Shiliu was in control, he bullied a lot of people, you must know that when you are in a high position, you will always do something that you have to do.

There are more people offended by Wang Pomegranate, but how many people are still alive?

It can only be said that the Juggernaut of Norton Fortress is one of them!

But the bald man in front of him is definitely not a sword master!

"Wang Pomegranate, I finally found you!" The monk only had Wang Pomegranate in his eyes, and his expression was very cold.

For a while, the anger in the hall was relatively cold and silent, only the sound of "da-da-da" made by Wang Shiliu when he walked down the stairs.

"Who are you?" said Wang Shimei, holding his ears and casually, "Did you come to me for an autograph?"

Although Wang Pomegranate has done a lot of evil, there used to be a lot of kneeling and licking...... Uh-no!

It's a fan's!

A lot of people find it to sign it!

You must know that the king pomegranate at that time was in control!

High up and above you!

"I want your life!" the monk began.

"Hehe, you can't!" Wang Pomegranate revealed his turtle shell, "Can you break through my defenses?"

He's very confident in his defenses!

After all, it's a 250-year-old turtle shell!

It's hard!

"Hmph!" the monk sneered, turned into a crooked-faced god of war, and then roared, "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, cinnabar Jizo!

"???" Wang Pomegranate and a big greeting appeared on the faces of everyone.

Zhao Yunxiang and Han Qianluo supported their foreheads.