Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

"Scarface, you are a reincarnation of a starving ghost!"

The stabbing hand wanted to slap Scarface, but due to the occasion and the food in Scarface's hand, he couldn't stretch out the palm of judgment in the end.

Scarface turned a deaf ear to the curse, he snatched the plate and poured the soup over the rice.Afterwards, he ate hard and devoted himself to the braised lion head in the bowl.

The ruddy and oily sauce meat balls are smashed with a spoon and put on the rice with full rice grains.The gravy and sauce melted into the rice grains, scooped up a spoonful and stuffed it into your mouth.

Scarface chewed satiatedly, causing the eyes of the others to look red, wishing to tear the grandson apart.

He snatched the last meatball!

Eight people gathered around the dining table, and five people fought for the food, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

"...Sorry." The captain squeezed his forehead to smooth out the veins.

"It's okay." Hawley waved his hand and toasted the other party with a glass of wine.

Since the opening of the night market, what scene has he not seen?The location where Nianhua is located can be described as "heavily guarded" - the city really sent a few more guards to patrol the surroundings, firstly to maintain order, secondly...to deal with the diners who fought violently after drinking too much in a timely manner.

But this is the base of Nianhua - a tavern, not a food stall.Compared to other boxes, their place is extremely lively, but fortunately it is in a corner, not so conspicuous.

The aroma of vegetables and wine is intoxicating. Alcohol is a thin thread that can quickly connect people and warm them up.

"Wei... oh, no, it's time to call you Bone Chain—why doesn't Brother Bone Chain drink?"

Scarface puffed up his cheeks, and slipped out a question from his mouth at a leisurely pace.

"I'm not yet of age." Wilmer smiled helplessly. After speaking, he glanced at Holly who was drinking with the captain.

"Bone Chain" is his new nickname.According to Scarface and the others, within the dark camp, almost everyone only uses nicknames to deal with people.

Unless everyone knows a person's name from the beginning, and it spreads, otherwise, your teammates may not know who you are until you die.

Scarface seemed to have heard something unbelievable: like the absurd and bizarre plot that only appears on the stage, the girl from the old-fashioned and conservative family is not allowed to let her lover kiss her lips until she is married.

He looked at the dishes on the table, and then at Wilmer. He couldn't chew or swallow the food in his mouth, and he froze on the spot—like eating a table of good dishes that someone invited, and he couldn't express anything about it. .

Casting a sympathetic look, Scarface said dryly, "I was able to drink four beers in a row when I was ten years old."

"Haoli said that you can't drink alcohol before your body is fully developed. It's okay to drink lightly, but it will mainly damage the brain." Speaking of Holly, Wilmer talked a lot.

At this time, the stabbing hand leaned over with his duck leg: "No wonder I think this guy has a problem with his head all day long, and the reason is here."

"Roll!" Scarface first protected the lion's head, and grabbed a piece of pickled pepper bullfrog.

The taste of delicious frog legs is not much worse than that of chicken: wrapped in hot and sour pickled pepper soup, with a light roll of the tongue, the frog leg meat will easily fall off the bone.Tender and elastic, slightly chewy, scarred face nods constantly.

"Then you haven't drunk it in private?" Scarface asked.

"No." Wilmer replied without hesitation, he would always believe what Hawley said.

Both Stabbing Hand and Scarface were awed by the halo of a good boy, so bright that it almost blinded them.

With a big heart on his face, he raised his thumb and praised Boss Nianhua and Gulian together.

The assassin silently observed Wilmer's eyes looking at Holly, and the frequency of his eyes, thoughtful, and then his eyes were complicated.

Hawley also observed this side from the corner of his eye. Seeing that Wilmer and them seemed to get along well, he felt a little relieved in his heart, but he couldn't help feeling sour.

Inviting them to dinner is superfluous in the eyes of the aborigines.After all, it needs to be entrusted and taken care of, and a little money can be spent directly.

Huaguo's deep-rooted human sophistication made Holly finally prepare a table of dishes-braised lion's head, pickled pepper bullfrog, boiled fish, beer duck and other Jianghu dishes.

Just chatting with the captain among them, Hawley learned what happened on the blood moon day when the dark cave was open.

According to Hawley's understanding, the dark cave is more like an attached alien space.Fluctuations are generated through special periods such as the blood moon day, thereby breaking through the barrier between the ground and the dark cave.

Specifically, you have to smear the eyebrows with blood, and then recite the spell.According to what the captain and the others meant, it was to exchange some of the breath of life for the key to travel between the two realms.

What Hawley is most concerned about is the interval between Blood Moon Days.

"To be honest, I haven't figured it out after living for so many years." The captain's blood rushed to his neck, hiccupped, and then said, "The shortest time is only one year apart; and the longest time happened in dozens of years. Years ago, I heard it lasted nearly ten years."

"Under normal circumstances, the blood moon day will come in about five years. We will have priests and other priests to ask the gods and control the days within a time frame of about two weeks."

I haven't seen the little skull for five years... Holly narrowed his eyes and turned to the wine in the glass.

Not to mention whether the other party can successfully take revenge and get rid of the dark camp.According to Wilmer's experience, I'm afraid things will not be so easy.

To join the dark camp, you don't have to go to the dark cave.But what Wilmer has to do must go through the dark cave, so as to have more opportunities to understand the truth of the year.

There was chaos all around, the smell of alcohol, hot dishes, and coming from far and near, filled the roof with noise.His head was messy and tight, as if it was caused by alcohol, and Holly also became uncomfortable.

He recalled that last night, he specially pulled Wilmer and talked all night.

There are warnings in the words, and when I think about it again, I feel long-winded.More, after careful consideration, he decided to explain some things.

——Some information about the dark camp in his previous life, and his personal understanding of the identity of the Knights.

He still remembered that when Wilmer listened to him, there were many doubts and solemn expressions on his face.

The other party must have guessed something, but for the safety of the little skull, Holly had to tell them.

"I know, you must be wondering why I know so much about these situations," he said bitterly.

"Keep it our secret, okay? If you can't get yourself back to the surface safely, then I won't tell you."

He used a joke that seemed to be pretending to be angry, and swept away the struggle of several nights of tossing and turning.

Now that their eyes met, he wished he could look at them a few more times, those eyes looked like little hares.

……

Eagles are after all chasing the wind.

Dawn shrouded the earth, and Holly rode on the horse, looking at the disappearing figures of the crowd.

"The way of heaven is reincarnation", he thought to himself mockingly.When Bobby sent him to the Knights of Light, he finally realized what it was like in his heart.

The horse beneath him seemed to be complaining about his master's delay, staying in place for too long, the maroon horse moved its hooves and panted lightly.

Hawley casually pacified the horse's head a few times, led it, and turned around.

The air changed from stuffy to cool. Also in summer, he encountered a dirty little skeleton.And once the summer is over, like the wind, it blows away from him again.

It's like a short, cicada singing, the leaves blowing on the pillow, leaving a dream of the fragrance of soil and leaves.

The wind brushed over his neckline and hair, bringing a chill to the left side of his neck.

Holly couldn't help but think of the scene just now...or maybe a long time ago.

Wilmer hugged him tightly, and his similar height made it easy for him to rest his head in the crescent of his neck.

Tears flowed down the collarbone into the clothes, wet, and Wilmer rubbed them again and again.

Later, Wilmer arched his head to the side of his neck. "Don't treat me like a child," he said sullenly.

"Of course not. When you come back, you will already be a 19-year-old man." Holly teased with a smile at the time.

Wilmer's lips seemed to be against his skin, and when he spoke, they rubbed against him with a strange itching.

"...don't look for a partner."

This request really made Hawley laugh out loud: "Why is this request?"

The eyes of the rabbit that were red from crying instantly lifted up, with accusations in them.

"You promised me to obey my request before leaving."

"Okay... I promise you. When you come back, help me find a good partner, okay?"

He agreed dumbfounded, and before leaving, the young man turned his gaze against the morning light, and finally gave him an incomprehensible look.

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【Travel Rabbit Log】

[Day1]: Rabbit took the big and small bags of dry food you gave him, and went to fight monsters and level up. (Perhaps there will be a windfall?)

[Reward Drop]: Unknown

Remaining meeting time: five years.