Fang Yan often felt very lonely. For example, when a person didn't know what to eat for dinner, or when a person forgot to bring paper while squatting in the toilet, or when he wanted to put the blood eater into the pot of soup but no one agreed —
He felt that no one understood him.
"Fang Yan, don't put that kind of dirty thing into the pot, throw it away —" Xia Xia looked at the fiery red earthworm-like object in the middle of the chopsticks in Fang Yan's hand and said while suppressing her disgust.
She felt her stomach twitching at a glance. How could she throw it into the soup pot? Who would dare to eat that kind of thing?
"Mr. Fang, hurry up and trample it to death. It's so disgusting, I have goosebumps — what is that thing? Earthworm? Or snake? "Jiang Qin also couldn't stand this kind of ugly mollusk. She was most afraid of soft things like earthworms or snakes.
"Mr. Fang, raise your chopsticks. Yes, that's it. I'll take a picture and send it to my circle of friends — OK, I'm done, you can throw it away. Throw it off the cliff, it's uncomfortable to look at. " Yuan Lin's mentality was quite good, but her suggestion was still to throw this thing away —
Others also wanted to suggest that Fang Yan throw this thing away, but because their relationship with Fang Yan was not as close as that of Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, and because of the threat of Fang Yan's powerful force, they didn't dare to say it.
Song Ge opened her mouth, but finally decided to temporarily stand aside. It's just a pot of soup, it's fine if it's ruined, but it's not good to offend Fang Yan.
Throw it away?
This group of prodigal women, they don't even know how precious this thing is. Things like ginseng, deer antler, bear paw and so on are not even dregs in front of it.
This kind of snake is called the blood eater, raised with poisonous blood. Every time it sheds its skin, a cycle will occur. There are already two white lines on its body, and one has already appeared, which means that it is about to have three cycles.
After a hundred revolutions, the snake could transform into a flood dragon. The flood dragon experienced thousands of tribulations, ascended to become a dragon, and controlled a region of rainwater.
Of course, this was just a myth. However, most myths and legends actually had their origins.
It was rare to see a vampire who was about to undergo his third transition. After it completed its third revolution, who knew what kind of existence it would become?
Moreover, as a venomous snake that grew up on poisonous blood, its entire body was filled with poison. If the snake's venom was removed, its flesh would be unbelievably delicious. Fang Yan had eaten pufferfish before, and the taste of that thing couldn't be compared to this vampire. Of course, Fang Yan hadn't eaten a vampire yet.
Because vampires were venomous snakes raised by humans, they were treated like precious treasures. Who would be willing to use one to make snake soup?
Fang Yan gently sighed and said, "Since no one is willing to share it, then I will enjoy it alone. You can't say that I'm eating it alone. "
Fang Yan turned to the owner of the restaurant who had rushed over after hearing the news and said, "Prepare a glass bottle for me. The kind you use to make wine. "
"Alright. Our restaurant makes our own plum wine. Sometimes, when customers like it, they will ask us for a few bottles to bring back to show filial piety to their elders. So our restaurant specially prepared a lot of glass bottles that can hold up to half a catty. I will prepare them for you right now. "The owner said.
"Master Fang, you want to use it to make wine?" Song Ge asked curiously.
"Yes." Fang Yan said. "Let me tell you, this snake wine is good stuff. Not to mention mosquito bites and all kinds of snake venom, it can even get rid of malignant tumors. Of course, you have already rejected my good intentions, so this thing is mine alone."
"It's that magical?" Song Ge asked uncertainly.
"It can also strengthen the kidneys." Fang Yan said softly.
Regret appeared on Song Ge's face and she said, "Then when Master Fang's medicinal wine is done, I will ask for a cup to drink?"
"No problem." Fang Yan said with a smile. "That is, if you still have it when you come."
Seeing Song Ge staring at the vampire in the middle of the chopsticks, Fang Yan raised the vampire and handed it over, saying, "For you?"
Song Ge was so scared that she kept stepping back. She was still afraid of this weird thing.
The owner quickly brought over a glass bottle with a rubber stopper.
Fang Yan let the owner pull the stopper and then used the chopsticks to stuff the vampire in. This thing didn't have eyes, but it was extremely sensitive. As soon as Fang Yan let go of the chopsticks, it turned around and wanted to escape.
Unfortunately, it wasn't as fast as Fang Yan. Fang Yan had already stuffed the cork back into the bottle and blocked it inside.
"Give me half a catty of white wine. The strongest wine you have here. "Fang Yan said.
"Then Central Plains White? Sixty-five degrees. "The owner said.
"Okay. That's it. "Fang Yan said.
So, Fang Yan poured a bottle of Central Plains White with 65 degrees into the glass bottle.
As soon as the white wine was poured in, the vampire desperately struggled and dodged in the bottle. Obviously, it liked fresh blood, not this stimulating alcohol.
Fang Yan closed the bottle and let it roll around inside.
Bang bang bang —
His strength was so great that the glass bottles were banging noisily from his slaps.
Moreover, when Fang Yan deliberately put the bottle on the table to observe, the bottle kept shaking on the wooden table, as if it could fall or fly away at any time.
Screech, screech, screech —
The sound coming from its mouth became louder and louder, and then quieter. After ten minutes, it finally stopped moving.
"Is it dead?" Yuan Lin asked curiously. The little girl was very interested in new things, and she was the only one who ran behind Fang Yan to watch. Because she was lazy, she even put her chin on Fang Yan's shoulder.
"It's pretending to be dead," Fang Yan said. "If we don't soak it for seven days and seven nights and open the bottle, it might escape — of course, it will escape if it bites someone to death. This kind of snake is very vengeful. "
Everyone's hair stood on end.
Xia Zhi said, "Really? This snake — it knows how to cheat? "
"What kind of animal doesn't know how to cheat?" Fang Yan said with a smile. "People have their own ways to protect themselves, and animals also have their own ways to protect themselves. Besides, snakes are sinister creatures, so it's not strange that they know such strange tricks — "
Seeing such a monster swaying in front of them, everyone lost their appetite.
Fang Yan looked at everyone and said with a smile, "Are you all full? If you are, let's go back. I can also take this thing under the sun. "
On the way back to the hotel, everyone stayed away from Fang Yan.
Who wouldn't panic if they saw him holding a bottle like that, as if he was hugging his own son with a face full of love?
After escorting everyone back to the hotel safely, Fang Yan returned to his room.
Holding the glass bottle in his hand and looking at the vampire that was pretending to be dead, Fang Yan's face became cold.
Conspiracy!
This was a killing trap!
The snake that jumped at Xia Zhi shouldn't have jumped out by accident, right? The snake was controlled by someone and scared the defenseless Xia Zhi on the top of the mountain. Xia Zhi accidentally fell off the cliff, and the only person who had the ability to save Xia Zhi was himself —
If the person behind the scenes continued to attack while he was flying down the cliff to save Xia Zhi, he and Xia Zhi would probably be in fatal danger — why didn't he attack immediately? And the vampire in his hand didn't attack until it was time to eat.
If it had appeared when Xia Zhi fell off the cliff, then the situation might have been very different, right?
Fang Yan didn't know that when the Snake Lord was about to control the poisonous snake to give Fang Yan a fatal blow, he was attacked by Tianjizi. Without the control of the snake chariot, the vampire's ability was greatly reduced, and he lost the best opportunity to attack.
Who on earth dug such a big hole and wanted to bury himself in it?
Fang Yan always felt that he was a good person, but why did a good person have so many disasters?
I'm just a f * cking talker, I'm not a big evil person, why does everyone have to make life difficult for me?
Fang Yan put the glass bottle on the windowsill, where the noon light shone.
Sure enough, the vampire in the bottle was most afraid of sunlight. His body rolled and twitched in the bottle again.
Fang Yan ignored it, closed the door and left the room.
Big hole. Blood. Footprints.
Fang Yan used a stick to check the viscosity of the blood and calculated the time. It happened to appear when Xia Zhi fell off the cliff. The big hole was also turned over new soil. According to Fang Yan's eyes, it was blasted out by someone's energy because the soil was too broken and turned into powder. Only Strength Qi could indiscriminately grind the soil into powder.
Fang Yan's expression was solemn. What kind of person could have such internal strength?
Also, the person blasted it down from the sky, which was why the hole felt like it was being compressed. Fang Yan imagined the battle in his mind and realized that there were some actions that even he couldn't do, or could do better than the person who did it.
Thinking of this, Fang Yan felt a little relieved.
Xixia Mountain wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. There were only two people who could have such skills. One was him, and the other one didn't need to say who it was.
Tian Jizi helped him avoid a disaster.
But if it was Tian Jizi, why did he let the poisonous creature escape?
"If you want a disciple, you have to be serious. If you work half-heartedly like this, who would want to follow you?" Fang Yan thought in his heart.
He walked to the high valley and bowed slightly towards the east.
He knew that he could see his gratitude.
"We're even now." Fang Yan thought happily.
"Bastard." At a stream at the foot of the mountain, a middle-aged Taoist saw Fang Yan like a black dot and gritted his teeth. "Bowing is considered repaying a debt of gratitude? How can there be such a good thing? Just you wait, you and I are fated. Don't think of escaping from my palm. "
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