Calamity Crown

"Example: C22H30N6O4S."

Goethe patted Zot's shoulder and said sympathetically.

"I always feel that you said something very remarkable."

Zot muttered.

He didn't choose to continue talking on this topic. He first raised his hand and scratched his head, gave the female swordsman an awkward but impolite smile, and then calmly sat down on the stool next to Goethe.

"Cooking food?"

Goethe rolled his eyes.

"What is rubbish? I owe you another meal."

Zot looked angry.

"I'm already owed six meals."

Goethe sighed.

"Not three meals?"

Zot was taken aback.

"The remaining three meals are interest."

Goethe continued to sigh.

The female swordsman at the side turned around and walked back to the room, while Mr. Wei led the confused Heihu and Landie back to the firewood room, and handed it over to Goethe and Zuote.

They could all see that Zoth had something to say to Goethe.

"You know me, people don't realize a truth until they are middle-aged?"

Zot looked at Goethe and said seriously.

"What truth?"

Goethe was a little curious.

"Men, you must have private money."

Zoe got more serious.

"do you have?"

Goethe asked back.

"I do not have."

Zot answered truthfully.

"Then are you still a man?"

Goethe continued to ask.

"Do you look like me?"

This time it was Zot who asked back.

"It's pretty similar."

Goethe gave an affirmative answer.

"So, you are my friend—Goethe, have you ever thought about going far away?"

"Leave Thirteen Continents and go overseas to find a place where there is no one to live."

Zot asked softly.

"I can't go."

"Some things can't be solved just by walking away - what I hope most is to be able to make a choice when I have a choice, but most of the time, I don't have one."

"There seem to be many paths."

"Actually, there is only one way to go."

Goethe shrugged.

"Fucking life!"

Zot muttered.

"So, as a friend, should you help me—let me gain a little bit of joy in this fucking life."

"What's the matter, tell me?"

"You report to the Safety Committee of the 'Unlimited Fighting Competition' and say that I have... well, just say that I have fourteen pages of heavenly scriptures, and I plan to exchange these fourteen pages of heavenly scriptures for weapons stained with the blood of the descendants of 'Martial Saints'. "

Goethe said with a smile.

Either don't do it, or do it absolutely.

'Seven Emotions and Six Desires to Cry' is not bad.

But not enough.

Adding fourteen pages of 'Book of Heaven' is enough.

He wants to catch them all!

Zot froze again.

"You really have."

"Yes."

Goethe was quite sure.

To a certain extent, he really wanted as many things as the 'Book of Heaven'.

Zot was silent for a moment, and finally, nodded.

He chose to help Goethe.

However, he was still curious.

he asked—

"Why fourteen pages?"

Chapter 57 Fishing!

Why fourteen pages?

Goethe smiled, and the chant of "Flying snow shoots the white deer in the sky, and the man of the laughing book leans on the biyuan" seemed to be echoing in his ears. There was not only the wild ball fist of Xiao Xiami, but also the drunk stick of the late East.

and also……

The lingering yearning in my heart.

Adult fairy tales are also fairy tales.

It's where dreams start.

There, everyone is like a chosen one, full of courage, studying hard, gaining friendship, having love, with an honest attitude, bathed in the light, never giving up hope, and maintaining a pure heart heart of.

There are Yanzhao scholars who are generous and elegiac.

There is a wanton romance with ten miles of red makeup.

There are heroes who bring their own speakers as soon as they appear on the stage.

There are swordsmen who unsheathed their long swords and smashed the world's martial arts.

There are also naughty and naughty knights who are the least like knights.

Too much is too much.

Goethe sat there just thinking, and a trance appeared before his eyes.

After a moment, he smiled.

"Maybe I like it."

He said softly, and returned to his 'hometown' again, back to the days of lying in bed and flipping through books in the afternoon of the holiday.

"like?"

"Unique fetish."

Zot didn't understand, but he didn't ask.

Who doesn't have a particular hobby?

It's not something to hurt.

Yes, then there is.

"Finish fishing together? After three months of picking up paper shells and bottles, I finally saved enough money for fishing rods."

Zot suggested.

"You try the C22H30N6O4S I told you first, if it doesn't work, then I will accompany you to fish."

Goethe suggested sincerely.

Zot rolled his eyes.

He could hear the teasing in Goethe's words.

Afterwards, Zot didn't speak, he sat on the stool, leaned against the table, closed his eyes slightly, and took a small breath quietly - he didn't take a break all afternoon, he was always busy.

He needs to prepare something.

Just in case.

Therefore, these things cannot be known.

And this is something that consumes both mind and body.

Of course, it costs money.

He, Zot, has no money.

Therefore, he does not intend to give money.

And this again increases the difficulty.

Alas, life is not easy, Zot sighed.

However, when Zhao Snake came back with the food box, Zuote's eyes lit up.

The strong scent of ginseng made the chairman of the safety committee of Luteng City's "Unlimited Fighting Competition" sit up straight.

“Fish maw and ginseng chicken porridge!”

Zot blurted out.

"Yes, Mr. Zuote, there are also black bean chicken feet, pork ribs, boiled cabbage hearts, fried yellow beef, fried clams with scallion oil, dry fried beef river, pot stickers and shrimp dumplings."

Zhao She took food out of the food box while talking.

It is different from Guangfu Tea House, which is good at dim sum.

This restaurant is better at cooking.

Especially the stir-fried clams with scallion oil caught Goethe's eyes.

The scallion oil fire gets rid of the fishy smell of the clams, but retains the umami taste to the greatest extent, especially the oil condensed on the clams with their mouths open, which is very attractive.

When it enters the mouth, there is no such stimulating feeling of stir-frying and spiciness.

Goethe couldn't help but took two more bites.

Zuo Te has a special liking for pot stickers. The leek and egg stuffing, the pot stickers are crispy on the outside, and the filling is salty and fragrant. The crunching sound of the pot stickers whets the appetite.

The female swordsman stood beside Goethe and served porridge for Goethe.

In the dusk of the evening, the cold face of the female swordsman showed a blush. The hand holding the knife was already slender and strong. At this time, it was even more steady. She asked softly, "The porridge is warm."

"Ah."