C45

See how long you can stand it

Bao Ye touched his bare ass, and drew a few black lines on his forehead.

This time, he really let the bird slip away.

He flung the rope with all his might, and Bao Ye who was in the air was flung to the east and west. He was like a badminton as he was beaten up.

Suddenly, a smack sound was heard and something hit Bao Ye in the face.

He hurriedly caught the object that had fallen from his face. When he focused his eyes, he discovered that it was actually a white pigeon.

Dong Lingce also saw it. He stopped and shook his body: "Capture a few pigeons and come down to have a stew."

Bao Ye looked speechlessly at the pigeon in his hand, then looked at the sky full of dust. Where would he go to find a pigeon to stew for the Divine Needle to eat?

Just then, three human figures flew past him at the speed of Truck s.

Bao Ye was startled when he saw the side face of one of the people. The other person looked like a good brother in thirty years.

He chased after them, but before he got far, his wrist was grabbed by someone, and he could only watch as the three people disappeared in front of him.

"Where to?" Dong Lingce's lazy voice travelled to Bao Ye's ears.

"Catch the pigeons." Bao Ye lied as he watched the three of them disappear. Just now, there was too much sand, he could not see it clearly, the other party flew even faster, and passed through in an instant, maybe he was wrong, but the important thing was that his good brother had not been born thirty years ago, so he would not appear in this era, so he was sure that he was wrong.

In the end, Bao Ye caught two pigeons and brought them back to the building.

Dong Lingce looked at the pigeon in his hand and curled her lips: "Help me bring it to the kitchen to cook. If it doesn't taste good, I'll directly drink it from your lower body."

"Then just let your chef cook for you. I don't have the skills to cook for you." Bao Ye placed the pigeon on the table and then pulled down the tablecloth to surround his lower body. "I'm afraid that even if I cook well and you say that it's not good, that way you'll have a reason to mess with me."

How would Dong Lingce give him the chance to refuse? He would sweep out the door with the pigeons and then use magic to create a profound light microscope. He saw Bao Ye, who was outside the door, carrying the pigeon with a depressed look on his face.

He smirked. "Let's see how long you can endure this."

Bao Ye carried the pigeon and entered the elevator. He went down to the third floor and met Old Sixth and the others.

Nian Gao said with a dark face, "Me too."

Slaves were assigned well, and there were slaves who were in charge of cooking. When they returned to the slave quarters after work, they could eat, but they would never have the opportunity to watch others cook.

Bao Ye looked at the pigeon in his embrace: "Did Deacon Tao say how many people are to be boiled?"

"Deacon Tao said that due to the strong wind, not many people came to the building to work. Including Master and the three of us, there were a total of 15 people."

"Fortunately, there aren't many people." Bao Ye came to the kitchen with them. "Old Six, Nian Gao, you two are in charge of washing the vegetables."

Nian Gao asked: Can you cook?

"A little." Two years before his adoptive father died, in order to prevent his adoptive father from working so hard, Bao Ye took over the task of cooking.

Nian Gao hurriedly said, "If master thinks that the food is not tasty, you have to take responsibility."

Bao Ye rolled his eyes and gave the pigeon back to Sixth Brother. Then he started to boil some water and wash the rice.

What made them even more surprised was that the food Bao Ye cooked was especially tasty. Compared to the dishes from before, it was even more delicious.

However, slave cooks needed to cook thousands of people, and the people who ate the food were slaves, so it was good that they could be cooked. The food they ate at home was almost the same as the food at the construction site. They had never seen anyone cook before, neither had they been taught how to cook by the recipes. Their thoughts were not on the dishes, so the dishes cooked were definitely not tasty.

When it was time to eat, the Deacons and Dong Lingce were all surprised to see Bao Ye cooking. Although it was not as delicious as a chef, it was still quite tasty for the slaves.

Dong Lingce asked: Have you learned how to cook before?

Bao Ye lied: "I learned it from my big brother's dormitory area."

Dong Lingce picked up his chopsticks and ate, not saying a word.

Bao Ye left the office. Seeing that the wind had stopped blowing outside, he thought for a while, then teleported back to the slave shelter. Last night, he had set up a barrier around the beds in the shed, so the beds were not blown away.

He quickly changed his clothes, brought his waist pouch and the small notebook that Zhou Xiaochuan had given him to look for someone.

There were a total of three hundred and sixty-four people with the same surname or voice as Bao. Excluding the gender and children under the age of fifteen, there were only sixty-four remaining.

They were all blown high into the air by the strong wind and then smashed heavily onto the ground, so most of them had their legs broken.

Seeing such a scene, Bao Ye immediately threw this matter to the back of his mind and quickly healed the injured slave. "This big brother, your leg is broken, you can't move it."

He stepped forward to press down a male slave who was about to crawl back up, "Let me show you."

male slave was shocked by his ugly face and cried out: "Are my legs alright?"

When Bao Ye checked on him again, he secretly imbued him with God Power: "Alright, take good care of your wounds, you will definitely be able to recover."

"Take good care of your wounds …" male slave's face was filled with grief. As a lowly slave, how could he have the conditions to properly recuperate?

Bao Ye went to the side and found a piece of rag and a wooden board to catch the slave's leg.

He was so focused on healing the slaves that he didn't notice that there were two men looking at him from a short distance away.