Chapter 438 Golden Light Cocoon
Chapter 438 Golden Light Cocoon
Outside the Green Snake Cave.
A black dove was sitting on a tree.
Seeing the white dove boy being thrown out, he shook his head helplessly.
The evil god is moody and his mind becomes confused from time to time. If you stay around him, your life may be in danger at any time.
However, it did not dare to leave, otherwise once the evil god remembered, no matter where it fled, it would be caught and brought back, and the only thing waiting for it was death.
The black dove carried away the body of the white dove, and after a while, it brought back a new white dove.
And landed on the branches outside the cave with him.
The white dove looked very excited, and kept thanking Bai Ge in the language of pigeons: "Cousin, it is a blessing for me to be able to work for the great Evil God! You must teach me how to do things well..."
Hei Ge said a few perfunctorily and began to doze off beside him.
It brought this white dove here just to use it as a shield.
I wonder how long this white dove can live, three days or three months?
It all depends on luck. If you are unlucky, you might still be ahead of it.
The Black Pigeon Boy had already anticipated this situation.
Even though he had lived for a long time and had outlasted dozens of white doves, he still didn't dare to say that he had figured out the evil god.
Only with awe and caution can a pigeon's life be longer.
Well, the blasphemer who appeared this time does seem to have some skills. As for the blasphemers who appeared before, any one of the four Taoists, Pen, Ink, Paper and Inkstone, could have dealt with them.
But this time, even though the four great Taoists went there together, they were unable to defeat the other party.
Could it be that they could really cause some trouble to this evil god, or even...
I don’t know who they are, but how could they be able to do this? Could it be that they have some special relationship with the Green Snake and White Snake?
Hei Ge also obtained Qingshan's latest situation through his own means.
Recently, many strange outsiders have appeared in Qingshan. They seem to come from the same place and look very different from the locals.
Most of them are extremely weak and can be easily killed by ordinary villagers under the evil god, but there are also some relatively powerful elite individuals.
If I could really kill the evil god, maybe I could regain my freedom and become an unrestrained and free crow, right?
It believed that as long as it lived long enough, this kind of thing would definitely happen, but it was not sure whether it could live until that time.
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Inside the wooden house.
"Hey, why does this soup smell so good?"
The weasels gathered around the big pot, looking at the golden and fragrant thick soup inside, their throats rolling.
The appearance of this soup is simply amazing. Compared with the previous pot of green and black unknown substance, it is a world of difference.
If I had known the finished product would be like this, why would I run away?
Although it was still unsure of the effect and whether it would send it away directly, the stunning color and fragrance were enough to make it determined to take a gamble and eat the whole pot. Gargamel's voice also came from her corpse: "This, is this your work? I have to say, this is not alchemy at all! Instead, it looks more like the food made by those chefs!"
"You're right. I am indeed a cook. If the effect is good enough, and it has a better appearance and a better taste, that would be the icing on the cake." Su Ming explained, "Loose potions can only be circulated in roadside stalls and the black market, while fine potions can be sent to auction houses for bidding."
"Ha! Young man! You mean to say that my potion is only fit to be put on a roadside stall? But your potion can become a treasure sought after by those nobles?" There was a hint of displeasure in Gargamel's voice.
Su Ming said calmly: "This is the fact. You should understand that what I said is right. Although this place does not have the nobles you remember, this is a different ecosystem."
"Well, I like your honesty and frankness." Gargamel smiled. "If your pot of soup is indeed excellent, then I am willing to admit that you are an excellent chef and wizard."
"But if the effect is not good, then you are a fool and an idiot who is missing the point!"
Su Ming nodded and responded: "I think so too."
Gargamel is quite sensitive and can detect the state of the person he is talking to. Therefore, when communicating with Gargamel, one must be as frank and direct as possible, without beating around the bush or deceiving. At the same time, one must not show any malice towards him.
As long as you maintain the above principles and demonstrate your professionalism, you will gain Gargamel's recognition.
From this perspective, she is somewhat like a typical professional technician.
Preparing potions and magic medicines can be considered a difficult and high-threshold skill.
The weasel was already itching to drink: "Okay, are you ready? I really want to drink."
As the golden soup gradually became more perfect, it became more and more attractive to the weasel. This was not just an attraction at the smell level, but a deeper temptation. Its instinct told it that this was a good thing that could make it more perfect, and it had to drink it as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble and accidents.
Su Ming: "Wait another quarter of an hour until the soup in the pot boils thoroughly."
Gulu——Gulu——
Bubbles began to appear on the surface of the cauldron, and golden steam rose up. The weasel inhaled them into his nose and became even more excited. "What a wonderful feeling! Perfect! It's so perfect! It's my fault! It's all my fault! I was actually afraid before, it's ridiculous!"
After an agonizing wait, a quarter of an hour finally passed.
At this time, the golden soup in the pot had completely boiled, and the rising golden steam condensed into a golden ball, hanging above the disaster.
The weasel looked at Su Ming eagerly, waiting for his orders.
Su Ming handed him a large spoon and said, "You can start now."
The weasel grabbed the spoon, scooped out a large spoonful of it, and put it into his mouth, completely ignoring the scorching temperature.
Thanks to its efforts, the golden soup in the big pot was flowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The yellow hair on the weasel gradually became shiny, as if it was sprayed with golden fluorescent agent.
In the end, the whole pot of golden soup went into its stomach, even the golden steam above the pot was not spared and was sucked into its stomach.
"Yawn..." The weasel looked very listless with his big belly and drooping eyelids. "Why do I want to sleep so much..."
Golden threads grew out of the golden hair, continuously extending and entwining, and finally transformed into a huge golden cocoon of light, standing here.
(End of this chapter)