Chapter 62： The villain wants to eat braised pork ribs 19

‘地’ character area.

Langri is headed, and the scorching heat waves are used from all directions, carrying heavy vapor, tightly wrapped around the mouth and nose, almost suffocating.

The sunlight in this area seems to be more venomous than other areas, and the banyan trees can't bear it. The leaves drooping down, clinging to the strong branches.

The sun fell on the body, shining into the hearts of everyone on the tree, and poured a handful of hot oil on the almost dry patience. In an instant, sparks splashed, and the scorching flame spread quickly, almost burning through everyone's reason.

Xie Peng squatted under the tree, his expression almost in a trance, only subconsciously whispered in his mouth: "I'm coming, I'm coming..."

There was an inconceivable anxiety in his eyes, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. As time went by, the young man's confidence was extinguished by the sun, and gradually transformed into a strong anxiety.

"Hey, Xie Peng, where are the people?"

Someone from the tree shouted fiercely, in a bad tone.

Xie Peng raised his head reflexively: "It's coming soon!"

"Immediately?" The man sneered. "A moment ago, you said right away, half an hour ago, you also said right away. Now the sun is almost over the west mountain, do you still say right away?"

"It's really unusual for you to thank you right away!"

After a pause, the person suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and said in surprise: "Could it be... the Xie family sent you to hold us, let Xie Ziyou go into the secret realm as soon as possible, and look for opportunities?"

As soon as this statement came out, several people around were shocked.

They replayed the encounter that day in their minds, carefully recalling every detail—

Xie Ziyou didn't see much at all.

Only Xie Peng, the so-called "person who hates Xie Ziyou", jumped happily in front of them, clamoring to besiege Xie Ziyou, give them a few crystal stones as a deposit, and doubled after many things...

The spar is a precious thing. In order to avoid the leakage of spiritual energy, most people will use it as soon as possible to convert it into their own cultivation. Therefore, even the most powerful genius in the clan would not have such a large number of spirit stones on hand.

Rather than saying that Xie Peng has been planning for a long time to harm his family, it is more likely that all this is the Xie family's plan. The spirit stone is funded by the Xie family, and Xie Peng plays the role of a clown to remove obstacles for Xie Ziyou!

Damn it!

Several people jumped down from the tree one after another, their knuckles creaking, and the whole body was covered with rain, and there was a layer of low air pressure.

They gradually formed a circle, showing fierce eyes, trapping Xie Peng in it.

One of them said: "Your kid is so courageous, you dare to lie to the little master-haven't you considered what will happen to you?"

Xie Peng looked up in shock and argued: "I didn't lie to you! What I said is true, I really want to kill Xie Ziyou!"

The young man hurriedly lowered his head and took out a handful of spar from his sleeve. His arm flicked in the air. The long sleeves were floating in the wind. This time, there was really no last inventory.

"These are the spirit stones that I have worked so hard to save. Give them to you, and give them to you. He will really come right away—what's your expression?"

The young man in Jinyi was grinning, flew a kick, and kicked precisely on Xie Peng's wrist.

His cultivation is stronger than Xie Peng, and his shot speed is also fast. Xie Peng hasn't reacted yet, and the bones on his wrist make a crisp sound, and he tilts to one side helplessly.

Xie Peng gasped in pain, and hurriedly covered his broken wrist, his fingers were already weakly clenched, and a handful of spar was completely released, and a small piece of crystal clear rain was sprinkled in the sun.

The young man in Jin Yi stepped forward, and his neat leather boots stepped on a few spiritual stones.

"I really underestimated you."

A folding fan protruded from his brocade cloth embroidered with silver daisy flowers. After he was filled with profound energy, the folding fan quickly emitted a bright light. Each fan bone was made of crystal, instantly becoming transparent and crystal clear, with a faint yellow profound energy. Flowing through it.

The Jinyi boy waved his folding fan and lightly hit Xie Peng's shoulder.

There was another loud "click".

The heavy pressure came to the top, and the suffocation suddenly came, Xie Heng felt like a hill was pressed on his shoulders, his entire arm was overwhelmed and almost broke.

He was breathing heavily, fighting his destiny to resist, but the Xie family was good at using the sword. At the moment, his arm was injured and he had a cultivating skill, and he couldn't play for ten costs.

-After a short while, the boy was pulled by the bun on the back of his head, and fell heavily on the withered grass on the ground.

The dry grass was scorched by the sun, leaving only the bare, hard straws, dyed with hot temperature, and shaved his face straight, even more painful than the harshest wind of winter.

Someone said coldly above him: "Search him and find out all the spars."

Then there was a long sword cold, and opened Xie Peng's shirt, revealing the smooth and clean chest of the young man.

The other man lowered his head and spit, and said angrily: "No, he only has this spot on the ground."

"Fuck, what should I do?"

"Whether it's been so long, isn't this spiritual stone enough?"

"This **** bitch, you can kill it!"

Xie Peng shrank on the ground, his eyes trembling and dull.

In the scorching sun, the skin was almost burnt, but the young man felt like falling into an ice cave. The coldness deep into the bone marrow spread over the limbs and bones, and slowly drilled into the depths of the soul.

How could it be like this, Xie Peng screamed in his heart, how could things become like this?

Where's Xie Ziyou? Come out, come out for me!

But no matter how he roared in the bottom of his heart, all he could reply was the rough, angry voices of a few people above his head, and the curse of greetings from dozens of generations of ancestors, and fell down.

In the end, the young man in Jinyi who started the shot shook his folding fan and suggested: "Although this person is a fate, he is considered a bit of status in Xie's family."

"It's better to interrupt his limbs according to his own plan, take him to the Xie Mansion to threaten him, and exchange some spar to make up for the time we lost."

"If Xie Mansion doesn't give it, it won't be too late to kill and vent your anger."

…

Xie Peng couldn't think of it anyway. At this moment, Xie Ziyou was in the area of ​​‘Zhi’, watching the Seventh-Rank Master fight the Giant Crab.

Seeing it jump into the sky, seeing it shine with black tongs, seeing it...being slaughtered.

Shrouded by thunderous, mighty sword light, although the sharp blade was blocked by the carapace, the invisible sword aura penetrated the outer cover, the profound energy rushed, and the inside was smashed into a puddle.

The Cancer stood froze for a moment, slowly overturned to one side, slammed heavily on the ground, face up to the sky.

Xueliang's long sword stabbed in from underneath the Cancer, Cheng Shengbai struggled to pry—

"Crack."

The crisp sound was like in the ears, and the moment the crab shell was peeled off, an amber thick liquid poured out from the inside of the cancer, which sparkled like gold in the sun, which was eye-catching.

Overflowing is the oily and fragrant crab yellow, beautiful honey-like color, thick crab paste drips along the shell edge to the ground, infiltrates into the tan soil, wafting a rich fragrance.

Xie Heng commanded from the side: "Leave this and steam it on the fire. Take out the meat over there, cut half into thin strips, rack up and grill, and cut the rest into small pieces. Take the water from the lake over there without silt. Make the soup for a while."

Cheng Shengbai and Pei Yunyin are very good at cutting and digging meat. Pei Yunyin squeezed a piece of art at his fingertips, rubbed it with his fingertips, and then sparks appeared and fell lightly on the grass.

But when it comes to controlling the cooking heat, the two of them add up, perhaps even a finger is inferior to Xie Heng.

Xie Heng and Xu Wan'er, one who has not been treated since childhood, was often bullied by bad servants when he was young, so he had to do it himself and had enough food and clothing; the other depended on his father for life, although he was a little princess who was spoiled by his father for more than half a year, she was "first emperor" The “princess” had to be self-sufficient and struggling to fill his stomach day after day, and after a year passed, he also developed a good cooking skill.

The fire was erected, and the snow-like meat strips were gently licked by the flames, and a layer of oily luster gradually emerged.

The cobblestone was hollowed out and hung in the opposite direction. It was filled with clear lake water. When the bubbles rolled, the tiny pieces of meat splashed into the water like a crystal of rain.

Crab yellow and crab paste played the role of oil, but it was more fragrant than oil. After being steamed by fire, it showed a jelly-like translucent crystal shape. Looking at it from a distance, it makes people move their index fingers.

A more alluring and delicious fragrance quietly lingered. Although it was locked by Pei Yunyin's spells, it did not drift away, but the lingering smoke fell in Xie Ziyou's eyes, still making him drool.

Guan Heng's craftsmanship, who knows better than him?

Heartbeat! Want to eat!

Compared with food, what is hatred and face?

Xie Ziyou put his hand out in a daze, thinking I want...

"Hey, you don't want to go beg for food, do you?"

A loud voice full of disgust blew in his ears, Zhao Ruhao's eyes were burning, and Xie Ziyou's heart shook as he stared at him, and his eyes instantly regained clarity.

The foot that had just taken a half step pretended to grind a few times on the ground, crushing a small insect into powder, and then reluctantly retracted it.

Xie Ziyou thought angrily, what kind of begging, to say so bad?

Isn’t it just natural to ask for something to eat with your lover?

The more he thought about it, the more unpleasant he was, so he asked bluntly: "Hey, you and the girl in front are not childhood sweethearts, are you in harmony? Go for something to eat, isn't it too much?"

Looking at the lingering smoke that was enclosed in a small space in the distance, Zhao Ruhao calmly swallowed, raised his chin, and made a sneer expression.

"Joke!" He said, "Man, you don't need to share food for the girl's house. You are still shy to ask for the girl's food-are you a man?"

Xie Ziyou was choked on his chest with a sigh of relief, and his eyes widened puffingly.

"Then do it yourself, you do it!"

"Just do it!"

Zhao Ruhao rolled up his cuffs, revealing his thin forearms and palms, his fingers were fair, and he didn't even have thin calluses.

Not to be outdone, Xie Ziyou also bent up his sleeves, revealing smooth forearms and slender hands.

The ten fingers are as white as jade, and there is only a thin cocoon made by sword practice on the forefinger and middle finger.

The two looked at each other, turned their heads, and curled their lips in disdain.

At first glance, he didn't have much bitterness. The rich young man was spoiled and spoiled.

What rubbish!

Compared with Xie Heng/Xu Wan'er!