Did the Demon King hug the hero's thigh today?

Yu Guo was awakened by the loud "cuckoo" sound from the sky.

When the drowsy little elf opened his eyes, he was startled and let out a hoarse "I lost!"

The black-haired elf swiftly dodged in an instant, and then fell off the half-bald Gouzi with a "plop".

"Yu Guo!" The blond elf hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him. Just as he stretched out his hand, a lump of pigeon droppings that fell from the sky landed on the center of his palm without any preference.

There was a burst of warm applause all around, and the villagers who were preparing for the ceremony gathered together one after another, looking at Yule with envy.

"Congratulations, our luckiest Chosen Son of this year!"

The man with the appearance of the village head excitedly held Yuer's hand, his eyes were earnest and sincere: "I beg you to share this god-given luck with us!"

Yule: ...

The rough palm carefully wiped away the pigeon dung in Yuer's palm, and the village chief chanted "Holy Pigeon Blessing" devoutly, while turning around and passing this sacredness to the next person... People smiled at each other with satisfaction Shaking hands, a happy and cheerful atmosphere spread in the air.

In the sound of "Holy Pigeon Blessing" one after another, Yuer turned sideways slightly, and slowly stretched out his "lucky" right hand to Yu Guo: "My dear, the Holy Pigeon is on top, may your luck stay forever."

Yu Guo: ...

The black-haired elf stared and opened his mouth wide, ready to say the word "scroll".

Seeing this, the blond elf slightly leaned over to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Do as the Romans do, and mingle with the villagers, so we can find clues to the king pigeon."

"You..." Under the eager eyes, Yu Guo bit her teeth, gently shook Yu Er's hand, and said fiercely: "You are really my luck!"

"You are also my luck." The blond elf curled up his mouth slightly, and grabbed his hand forcefully, passing on the hot "luck" to him exactly, "It has always been."

A low and charming voice came close to her ears, Yu Guo looked at Yuer with a smirk on his face, the vicious expression on his face could not be restrained, and he couldn't help laughing along with him.

Endorsed by the status of "the chosen one of the holy pigeon", the devil king and the brave man quickly reached an agreement with the villagers.

"Sancho, where are the wings of the ace pigeon? Quickly put them on!"

"Um, Mr. Village Chief, I'm...sorry, I'm...not done yet." The boy hesitated.

"What? You haven't done it yet?!" The village head stood in the center of the altar, looking at the statue of King Pigeon, who was missing a wing, and frowned.

"Sancho, this should have been finished two weeks ago, right?! Last week, you said that the wild cat took your carving knife away, and you didn't finish it; last week, you said that you suffered from insomnia due to too much creative pressure, So I boiled calming soup, and when I drank the soup, my mouth was burned, and the hot soup that spewed out of my mouth burned my hands, so I couldn't hold the carving knife, so I didn't finish carving... Then what's the reason this week?"

"Uh," the boy scratched his head, "this week..."

There was a crisp "cuckoo" in the sky, and the young man suddenly looked up at a group of white pigeons flying in the blue sky, his eyes flashed: "Master Village Chief, I think only by watching can we accurately describe the holy pigeons." Their holy and stalwart form, so my original plan this week was to find some holy pigeons to observe closely, but...but I haven't seen the holy pigeons this week, so I really can't do it!"

Yu Guo: ...the bull is running around!As expected of the aborigines of Cuckoo Village, they are well versed in the essence of Cuckoo Taoism!

The village chief shouted frantically: "Enough! There is no reason this time, I must finish it within two days!"

Yu Guo followed the village head around the preparation site of the altar. The more he looked, the more he felt like sorting out the reasons for these various and imaginative conversations, and made a "Drag Change Calendar" and sent it to the author who followed up the change before his death. Impulse - it can definitely guarantee that the kings of the pigeon world will not repeat the same reason for 365 days.

"So, if these people can't finish the task on time, why don't they get someone else to do it?" Yu Guo couldn't help asking. According to the current progress, he really doubts whether the ceremony in a few days can be carried out as scheduled.

"You two don't know something, but not just anyone can participate in the preparations for the festival," the village head sighed, "To express our respect for the Holy Pigeon, only the most senior believers can join the preparations for the festival. They are all talented and intelligent, and they are the most suitable candidates."

Yu Guo: ...It's okay, there's nothing wrong with it at all, they are indeed amazingly talented in Gu Gu Gu.

"There are so many preparations every year, has the ace pigeon really come?"

"According to the historical records, the ace pigeon has never appeared." The village chief looked at the sculpture of a white dove with half of its wings missing and gilded with gold. His eyes were affectionate and firm. "But the holy pigeon has indeed been guarding us."

Yu Guo scratched his ears.

Doesn't anyone really believe that pigeons are making peace?No, no, no, no? ? ?

Lord Demon King looked up at the busy (touching) (fish) and full (pleasant) (pleasant) crowd around him... emmm, in fact, it is good to have a belief.

So, Lord Demon King swallowed the words "Brother wake up" that was spinning on the tip of his tongue, patted the village chief stiffly, and comforted him: "Hey, don't be discouraged, maybe the king pigeon didn't receive the notice of the festival before." .”

"No, the ace pigeon knows it," the village head said melancholy, "before every ceremony, we will see the traces of the ace pigeon flying in the sky, and sometimes the ace pigeon will even choose lucky people, such as yours. friend."

Yu Guo swallowed hard.

The selection method of the Ace Pigeon——it really... makes people want to burn it in red!

"Therefore, it must be that our sincerity is not enough, and Master Pigeon refused to show up," the village head became enthusiastic with the naked eye.He clenched his fists resolutely and shouted loudly: "So we have to work harder this year, hoping to welcome Mr. Ace Pigeon!"

Yu Guo: ...Thinking too much, pigeons are inherently cooing, you can't wait.Waiting for the pigeons to arrive on time is better than going to the pigeon nest to catch them, or...

Yup!

This is a pigeon!Pigeons who can do anything as long as they are not doing serious business!

Yu Guo suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The black-haired elf tugged at Yule's sleeve and whispered something in his ear; the blond elf nodded, and the two bid farewell to the village chief and exited the altar area.

Two days later, the sacrificial ceremony finally officially began.

In the center of the green grass stands a group of lifelike sculptures of white doves. They either bow their heads to eat, or spread their wings, or coo with their necks high... At the top and center of the whole group of sculptures, there is a feather edge hovering A golden dove with a golden crown on its head.

The village head and the priest stood in the center of the altar, leading the people to bow to the sculpture and offer sacrifices made of grains. Ancient and simple songs sounded one after another on the plain...

The village chief raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and frowned suspiciously.

It shouldn't be. Although the ace pigeon has never appeared in the ceremony in the past few years, there will still be many holy pigeons to participate. Why is there no trace of a pigeon in the sky today?

In the early morning, at the entrance of the village about two kilometers away from the altar of Gugu Village, a small market suddenly appeared.

Although it was a market, it didn't attract anyone. After all, the villagers all went to the ceremony early in the morning. Even the owners of the stalls in the market just hurriedly placed their goods and left.

Although there are no people, this small market placed on the final road from the forest where the pigeons live to the altar of Gugu Village has attracted the attention of passing pigeons.

Pigeon A: Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo? (Is this the latest manga? Want to read it)

Pigeon B: Coo coo coo coo coo coo! (Yes, yes, why not read it before going to the ceremony?)

Pigeon C: Cuckoo! (you're right)

Pigeon D: Cuckoo! (The game is so fun!)

The black-haired elf hiding in the dark, staring at the snow-white pigeons in front of him, murmured to himself: "Roasted pigeons, salt-baked pigeons, braised pigeons, fried pigeons with crispy skin, old pigeons stewed with king coconut." , Pigeon wrapped in pork belly, stewed rice with old pigeon soup... eh? What are you doing?"

"Wipe your mouth for you," the blond elf beside him pressed his handkerchief to the corner of the brunette's mouth, "the drool is coming out."

"Hey hey," the black-haired elf swallowed, shaking his head immersed in the delicious memories, "you don't know, in fact, pigeons are very delicious, especially roasted pigeons, which are fragrant and crispy, with smooth and tender meat, fat and thin Xiangyi...better than roast chicken!"

"Well," Yule rubbed the tips of the elf's ears, "don't worry, this net is huge, I'll catch it all for you later."

"No," Yu Guo shook his head, "Pigeons are the belief of the villagers, and it's not suitable to eat here. After we leave here, I'll make them for you...Hey! Look at that one!"

Yu Guo suddenly pointed to the pigeon that had just landed in front of a certain comic booth.

The edges of the pure white feathers glow with light golden light, the slender neck that emits a loud cooing sound, and the strong and powerful legs that have been tempered by being driven all the year round... Although its dexterous head is not like the one on the sculpture Wearing a golden crown, but Lord Demon King is 120% sure that this guy is definitely the ace pigeon!

The two elves looked at each other, and tacitly pulled the almost transparent silk thread in their hands.

In an instant, the transparent fine net fell from the sky, and the pigeons didn't even have time to flap their wings before they were firmly covered under the net bag, leaving only a cooing sound.

"Quiet," the blond elf made a quiet gesture to the pigeons in the net, "call again, and I will eat you all."

The pigeons fluttered their wings and stared at the blond elf in horror.

"Um, don't be afraid, everyone, we didn't plan to do anything, we just wanted to ask the ace pigeon for help," the black-haired elf squatted down and looked directly at the flustered ace pigeon in front of him.

"Actually, it's not a big deal," the black-haired elf smiled embarrassedly, "it's just...can you lay us an egg now?"

Laying eggs... or laying eggs live? !Is this egg ready to be laid? ! !

Ace Pigeon stared in horror at this brazen little elf with an abnormal head, and could not help "gooing".

"I've said it before, I'll eat you if you scream again," the blond elf also squatted down, holding a cookbook called "One Hundred Ways to Eat Pigeons" in his hand, and reported the name of the dish emotionlessly: "Roasted pigeon, salt-baked pigeon, braised pigeon, fried pigeon with crispy skin, stewed old pigeon with coconut, pork belly wrapped pigeon, stir-fried pigeon, old pigeon soup with rice, matsutake stewed pigeon soup, stir-fried pigeon offal with cabbage..."

Mom!There are so many ways to eat pigeons? !

The ace pigeon covered his mouth with his wings in horror, and desperately shook his little head full of "cuckoo" from side to side.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," the black-haired elf snatched "One Hundred Ways of Execution of Pigeons" from the blond elf's hand, covered the blond elf's mouth, and smiled kindly at the king pigeon.

"We don't want to hurt everyone, but we really need the legendary ace pigeon egg... The reason is a bit complicated to explain, so I won't explain it... In short, please think of a way! Thank you very much, hands clasped."

The author says:

Goo~ I'm sorry, the job change has not been settled yet, the weekly update status may have to be maintained for a while[]