Douluo the god of justice

Chapter 277
"Why did you have to take off those bird wings?" Wu Qingcang finally became more serious after eating so much grilled fish.

"Just like you, the overall balance of the body, and the exercises I mainly practice are body training methods, and the body is the most important thing for me."

After grilling the fish on the rack, the skewered skewers were gone. Yang Jian put the grilled fish on the table next to Wu Qingcang, took a skewer by himself, and then processed other ingredients while eating.

"Get a few lobsters first, I like to eat them." Wu Qingcang directed Yang Jian while eating barbecue.

"You have to eat it by yourself." Yang Jian replied lightly, first dealt with a fat colorful pheasant, but after finishing the pheasant, Yang Jian still picked a few lobsters.

Wu Qingcang wasn't joking with Yang Jian either, he seemed to have really thought of a way, well, he didn't eat less barbecue, he thought while eating.

Yang Jian has put on a lot of ingredients and continued to grill, but there are still a lot of unprocessed ingredients.

"Can you finish eating so many things?"

Yang Jian knew that the two of them would definitely be able to finish the meal if they ate it, and their strong body strength would naturally have the matching digestion ability, but if everything had to be roasted, the grill was only so big, how long would it take to roast.

"Eat slowly, there's nothing else to do, anyway, there are only two of us, and it's not hard to find, just take this time to take a lazy vacation." Wu Qingcang was not in a hurry.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, his hands kept moving, "Is it Feng Qingyan and Yu Tianlin?"

"Who else is there but them?"

"Can you know where they are?"

"I can probably feel it."

"Then how much time do we have?" Yang Jian turned to look at Wu Qingcang.

Wu Qingcang's relaxed expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered, "About a hundred years, this thing is uncertain, it depends on how long some people are going to do it."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded, and suddenly shouted, "Why are you still watching, come and help, do you want to eat?"

"Hey, I'm trying to figure out a way for you." Wu Qingcang said with a sneer, "Here we come."

Wu Qingcang started to process other ingredients, while Yang Jian continued to grill.

Wu Qingcang disemboweled a two-meter-long red poisonous snake, skinned it and had cramps. He suddenly said, "Yang Jian, do you know that snake meat is the freshest, especially poisonous snakes. The more poisonous the snake meat, the better it is." .”

"I'm not afraid of eating you to death." Yang Jian flipped the skewers in an orderly manner.

"If it can eat me to death, then it has the ability. Yang Jian, is there anything delicious in your hometown?"

"You know what else to do besides eating." Yang Jian cast a glance at Wu Qingcang.

Wu Qingcang smiled calmly, "In life, there must always be some pursuit, otherwise it would be boring to spend the rest of your life in a daze. Besides food, I also like fine wine. Well, of course, there is also fighting."

"That's right." Yang Jian repeated with emotion, "There is always something to pursue in life."

Wu Qingcang cut the processed snake meat into sections, put them on and handed them to Yang Jian, "Everyone knows that snake meat is best cooked in porridge, followed by braised snake meat, but few people know that grilled snake meat is also a must, with a special flavor." .”

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. He really didn't expect Wu Qingcang to be so knowledgeable about food. He took a look at the lobster and it was almost ready.

Yang Jian took the lobster off the grill, peeled the lobster, brushed it with seasoning and grilled it slightly, then handed it to Wu Qingcang, and put the snake meat on it.

Wu Qingcang took a bite of the shrimp meat, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and patted Yang Jian's shoulder, "Whoever marries you in the future will be so lucky, if you can be on the battlefield, you can also be in the kitchen, um, you will feel sorry for others, with a knife mouth and a tofu heart. "

Yang Jian slapped his dog's paw away, "If you want to eat, eat it, if you don't eat it, spit it out, don't waste so much time, you really thought it was baked for you, but I also like to eat lobster."

Wu Qingcang didn't continue to quarrel with Yang Jian, and suddenly handed Yang Jian a bottle, Yang Jian took it, although there were no words or patterns on the bottle, the aroma of the wine was already coming out.

Yang Jian opened the wine bottle, took a sip, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "What kind of wine is this?"

"Body wine, as the name suggests, is brewed with the body." Wu Qingcang took out the bottle himself, and ate and drank it.

Yang Jian took another sip, put the wine bottle aside, ate a skewer of grilled chicken legs, and continued flipping other skewers with one hand, ignoring Wu Qingcang.

"Wang Sorrow, this wine is called Wang Sorrow, and it has been cellared for more than a hundred years. There is not much stock of this thing in the ontology sect, and it is all here with me now." Wu Qingcang smiled quite complacently.

The movements in Yang Jian's hands paused for a moment, and he murmured, "Do you forget your worries?"

The wine bottle was empty, but the barbecue on the grill was still full. With just one bottle, Yang Jian was a little drunk, maybe he couldn't get drunk, it would be more appropriate to call Wang Wang.

"Get the wine, don't you see that you're done drinking?" Yang Jian's eyes were still clear, but there was a hint of confusion.

"You bastard, who told you to drink so fast? I told you that I don't have much of this wine. It's okay, I'm afraid of you, so I'll just have this bottle."

Wu Qingcang couldn't stand being stared at by Yang Jian, so he reluctantly took out another bottle and handed it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian took it and took a big gulp, then took a skewer and ate it, "It's not bad to be friends with you."

"Ha, you have vision, what's the matter, let me be happy if you tell me what's bothering you."

"No!" Yang Jian shook his head firmly, "How could I have troubles."

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

After a long time, Wu Qingcang suddenly said, "For the issue of the spirit bone attached to your hand, you have to find out whether you are really a bone that grew out of it."

Wu Qingcang didn't really take this matter to heart, but was really thinking about it all the time, he continued;
"I remember that the externally attached soul bones should be in a state of manifested soul power. They should not have a physical body. Unfortunately, externally attached soul bones are rare. Even if you get them, you won't think about this kind of issue like you do. The world of soul masters There are too few studies on external spirit bones."

Yang Jian took a sip of wine and said, "When I look inside, I can see a pair of wing bones growing directly on my spine, but usually my spine doesn't seem to change much. If my spine really grows two The wing bone should be deformed no matter what, but I am normal now."

Wu Qingcang raised his eyebrows, put aside the half-bottle of wine left after drinking for a long time, walked behind Yang Jian, and put his hand on Yang Jian's back.

"Can you remember where it is?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, "One inch to the lower left of your right hand, and then an inch and a half apart, it's the other one."

Wu Qingcang moved his hand over as he said, felt it carefully, and frowned slightly, "Take off your clothes."

Yang Jian didn't hesitate, and took off his shirt directly, revealing a well-proportioned but not exaggerated body of muscles.

Wu Qingcang patted Yang Jian's biceps, nodded and said, "You can't see it in your clothes, but you still have some flesh."

"Be serious." Yang Jian said lightly.

"Okay." The playful look on Wu Qingcang's face was completely restrained, and he moved his hand to the position just now, without the slightest bulge, and pressed down slightly, but he didn't feel any special bones.

"Be patient, relax your skin." Wu Qingcang reminded.

"Let's do it." Yang Jian nodded, he knew that Wu Qingcang wanted to see the skeleton with his own eyes, which was more reliable than any other investigations.

Yang Jian also had this kind of thought, but his own eyes couldn't see the back. If it was feeling, it would be different from internal vision.

(End of this chapter)