God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

In the face of everyone's laughter and teasing, the old drunkard was not angry, but still had a silly smile on his face. Especially when he saw the shopkeeper bringing wine, the old drunkard suddenly became even happier.

He hurriedly poured the wine into his own wine gourd, took a big gulp, and murmured with enjoyment.

"Hehe, the wine is good, but too little."

Hearing this, the monk on the side laughed.

"Old drunkard, this jar of wine is enough to fill your gourd. You don't want to think about what kind of spiritual treasure your wine gourd is? Haha."

"Haha."

As soon as these words came out, there was another burst of laughter, but the old drunkard turned a deaf ear to it, drinking wine comfortably by himself, looking like he was shaking his head.

In fact, many monks didn't have any ill intentions towards the old drunkard, otherwise they wouldn't have taken the initiative to invite him to drink.

And in the past half month, although some people were unhappy with the old drunkard's habit of bragging, no one deliberately made things difficult for him.

The reason why everyone burst into laughter was simply because life in this iron prison was too hard.

You have to be wary of barbarian attacks anytime and anywhere, and there is no place for fun in Tielao Pass. The only fun is drinking.

In front of a group of monks who were used to seeing life and death, the appearance of the old drunkard, including his boastful comments, seemed to bring a little fun to many monks.

There are even many monks who, I don’t know since when, have unknowingly fallen in love with listening to the old drunkard bragging.

Although I knew it was all fake, it was fun to listen to, and I would make a few jokes from time to time, which made everyone enjoy it.

The afternoon passed quickly, and at nightfall, the old drunkard staggered out of the restaurant. Some monks around him who were also preparing to leave saw the old drunkard leaving and said with a smile.

"Hey, old drunkard, do you want to come to my place? You sleep on the street all day, like a beggar. You don't look like a hero at all."

"Haha."

"Yes, yes, I can do it too."

Everyone burst into laughter again. This old drunkard no longer had a fixed residence in Tielaoguan.

Previously, a monk offered him a deserted courtyard as a temporary place to stay, but the old drunkard was so strange that he didn't want it in the end.

I would rather have the sky as my quilt and the earth as my bed than have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

It was the same this time. Facing everyone's invitation, the old drunkard waved his hand unsteadily and grinned.

"Thank you for your kindness, but old man, I'm used to being at home all over the world. It's actually uncomfortable to have a family all of a sudden."

"Hey, you old guy, aren't you happy to have a family?"

"Haha, a hero always has to have a temper."

"That's all, you're a stubborn old man. Come drink again tomorrow and I'll treat you to it."

"okay."

When he heard someone inviting him to drink, the old drunkard smiled even more happily. Then, under the gaze of everyone, he turned around and walked staggeringly into the darkness.

Seeing the old drunkard disappear into the darkness, the monks smiled and shook their heads.

What a strange old guy. He couldn't go anywhere, but he decided to come to Tielao Pass. He also said that he was at home all over the world. He had never seen such a strange person before.

But they were all used to it, so they didn't think much about it and went back one after another.

The night was getting darker and darker, and inside the Iron Lao Pass in the dark night, it was extremely quiet at this time.

This is the normal situation in Xiongguan, and Wanyaoguan is completely an exception.

Wherever there is, like Wan Yao Pass, there is a lively scene late at night.

The real life in Xiongguan is boring and boring. Apart from practicing and drinking, the rest is fighting.

Moreover, once a battle breaks out, it means that someone will die, and it means separation between life and death. Therefore, the word "Xiongguan" represents more sadness, loneliness, and loneliness.

It was a dark night that was no different from usual, but in such an ordinary night, everything was normal for the monks on duty, but suddenly, someone discovered why the protective formation was closed?

He said to his companion with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why is the formation closed?"

You must know that it is absolutely impossible to close the formations of the three major passes, especially the external side, which is open all year round.

Even if it requires a huge amount of resources, it will never be closed.

Because once there is no formation, this so-called Xiongguan will be completely vulnerable to foreign attacks.

Let alone the Emperor Realm, you are a strong Saint Realm person. Without the protection of a formation, a casual blow is enough to easily defeat this so-called Xiongguan.

Therefore, formation is the key factor in protecting Xiongguan.

But at this time, the formation on the side of Tielao Pass facing the barbarians was actually closed.

This made many of the monks on duty stunned. How could this formation be closed?

"Go and inform the elders."

Someone immediately went to notify the elder on duty tonight.

When the elder heard the news, he quickly rushed to the city lord's mansion.

The control of the formation is set up in the city lord's palace. Only there can the closing and opening of the formation be determined.

Go straight to the city lord's mansion.

The current Tielao Pass is in a special period. The people below may not be aware of it, but as an elder, he knows it very well.

That is the Tielao Pass today, and there is no emperor in charge.

The ancestor of the great emperor who was stationed at Tielao Pass in Yunluo Holy Land before temporarily returned to Yunluo Holy Land because of something else, and he has not returned yet.

At this time, everything in Tielao Pass was managed by several great sage elders from Yunluo Holy Land.

The emperor is not here, and now the formation is inexplicably closed, so this elder is so panicked.

After all, if you encounter a satisfying attack at this time, things will be in trouble.

Moreover, how could the formation be closed for no reason? This is absolutely impossible.

As for talking nonsense about running out of resources, that is even more impossible.

Every month, Qingtian Holy Land will transport a batch of spiritual stones that are enough to maintain the operation of the formation. Furthermore, Tielao Pass stores enough spiritual stones to maintain the formation for a year.

In other words, even without support from the Holy Land and the outside world, Tielaoguan's own spiritual stone reserves alone are enough to maintain the operation of the formation for a year.

Under such circumstances, how could the formation be shut down inexplicably.

Many conjectures came to mind, but none of them were tenable.

Just as the elder rushed to the city lord's mansion, the old drunkard who was leaning in the corner of an alley opened his eyes slightly.

His eyes were clear, and there was no trace of the drunkenness in his eyes during the day. The eyes that had always seemed unable to be opened were now as sharp as knives.

Looking at the sky from a distance, the originally bright white moonlight was slowly shrouded by a thick dark cloud. The darkness blocked the moonlight, as if it was a sign that something was about to happen.