The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 295 The Moulting Rice Spoon Snake
The black unknown liquid was steaming upwards, and pieces of objects that could not be seen clearly were floating on the surface restlessly. If Jiuxing hadn't brought this bowl of strange liquid to the table, Dio wouldn't have known the origin of the pot. It's a bowl of soup.

It looks similar to the lubricating oil used for maintenance of metal monsters.

The taste of the liquid diffused into the nose, and Dior could probably analyze the ingredients and spices added to it.

Dior was a little curious about what kind of cooking techniques could cook colorful ingredients into a pot of black liquid.

"Charem, bring us two bowls of rice."

"Lum~"

The hard-working Charem plays a role similar to that of Shawaran in this family. Her talent is not enough, and the level before the evolution of the metal monster is probably the peak of her life.

He opened the rice cooker with superpowers, took out two bowls of rice, and helped both of them get chopsticks and spoons.

"I think I should make another one?"

With a mouthful of rice in his mouth, Dio didn't dare to move the spoon into the soup.

He was afraid that the spoon in his hand would be corroded directly.

"Are you looking down on my cooking skills?"

Seeing that Dior stopped his hands in the air and did not dare to take a step forward, Jiuxing patted the table, leaned forward over the pot of soup on the table, and looked down at Dior. With the sudden movement of his body, the clothes on his chest also shook. shake.

"I've made it so obvious that you can see it?"

"Also, don't stand up suddenly while eating."

The world pinched Jiuxing's neck, and held Jiuxing in place like a chick that had come out to play and brought it back to its nest.

"Damn it, don't use superpowers if you have the ability!"

"No."

"Ahhh-"

The chick that was pressed in the nest turned into a husky who wanted to go out to play, and grinned at Dio, but couldn't move.

Carefully insert the spoon into the thick soup, and then pick it up, the thick soup hanging on it is like a call from hell.

Fortunately, the appearance of the spoon is still intact, and the acidity and alkalinity are not too outrageous.

In fact, as long as the taste is not too anti-human, Dior can be eaten in the stomach, but it doesn't look like something that humans can put in the stomach.

"Just try it."

"This is the only dish I can get my hands on."

Jiu Xing poured the black soup on top of the rice, stirred it with chopsticks again, dyed the rice black together, and put it into his mouth with a happy face.

Shouldn't be a problem, right?
Seeing that Jiuxing had tried poison, Dio also put the spoon into his mouth.

"how is it going?"

Looking at Dio with full expectation, Jiuxing even held his breath at this moment.

The cooking that Ryoko Yamabuki admits may not necessarily be recognized by Dior. Only when Dior admits his cooking level can he be proud of him.

"a bit sweet."

After answering Jiuxing inconceivably, Dio found that there was still sensation in his mouth, and a strong floral fragrance burst out on his tongue coating.

Did you add honey?
There is actually an ingredient that I didn't smell.

"So you can eat it?"

"Ah."

The cold touch on the neck disappeared, Jiuxing sat up from the chair again and slapped the table.

"Look, I can do this. Except for the elf's taste, I'm not good at human taste..."

"When eating, don't stand up."

Jiu Xing, who hadn't flinched for a while, was grabbed by the back of the neck by the world again, and sat obediently on the chair.

"cut."

Dinner time passed quickly, and Jiu Xing, who was in the yard to accompany and take care of the elves after dinner, was no exception today.

The rice spoon snake was coiled on the ground, obediently letting the world massage its snake body.

The tail has completely grown into a long knife after a long battle, and there are many broken places on the same pitch-black scales, and some parts have even been rolled up.

"It's about to shed its skin again."

"Haney."

She is also aware of the changes in her body. She will shed her skin every once in a while, and she has not changed since she was born.

Every time it molts, it will grow a little longer, and the new scales will be harder, which can withstand stronger attacks.

"Ha~"

Being pressed by the world to the sore and soft parts of the muscles, the whole snake shuddered, then relaxed and limply lay on the ground, with thick hot air expelled from the nasal cavity.

"Confidential~"

The sensitive tongue habitually captures the surrounding smells, feeling that after Dior next to him, he stretches his body more at ease.

"You have a day off tomorrow."

The rice spoon snake has experienced five molts in Dior's hands, and this is the sixth time. Every time she molts, she doesn't need to practice as usual.

"Haney."

"It should be tomorrow night at the latest, don't run around, just stay with me."

The rice spoon snake is generally very weak when it molts, and the wild rice spoon snake needs to find a quiet place to wait for the time to pass alone, while the elf of the trainer can be under the careful care of the elf center or the breeder. It takes about two hours to recover.

So for the rice spoon snake, every time it sheds its skin, Dior can give him a meal and stay with Dior.

It's one of the few good days.

"Ha~"

With the last movement of the world, the rice spoon snake lost the strength to move again, both physically and mentally, and the whole snake limp beside Dio.

Just as Dior was sitting next to the rice spoon snake, planning to watch the video until he fell asleep, two footsteps sounded outside, one belonged to Ryoko Yamabuki and the other was a young man.

This is a place outside the village where few people come, and occasionally people pass by during the day, but it is definitely impossible to drop by at night.

"Ryotaro, the front is where I live."

The next moment, Ryoko Yamabuki's voice also confirmed that the one next to him was not a passerby.

"Where does Mr. Yamabuki live? Xiaosheng also wants to see it."

Looking along the place where the sound came from, Dio saw a long-haired man wearing a haori that was a bit outdated in style, following behind Ryoko Yamabuki.

The moonlight tonight is not very bright, but it can still illuminate the man's not-so-tall but healthy figure.

As Ryoko Yamabuki got closer, Dio gradually saw the man's appearance clearly.

The long orange-red hair is a bit messy because it hasn't been taken care of often. Two scars cross on the left cheek. There are at least eight patches of different sizes on the worn-out feathers. A samurai sword hangs loosely around his waist , There is also a belt filled with six poke balls on the chest.

The most strange thing about Dior is that obviously these characteristics can be combined with those murderous ronin of the last century, but the person exudes a very gentle breath, as if he is an experienced old man By.

"Is this here?"

"Well, it's here."

(End of this chapter)