Life Hunter

Li Qingxian held the rattle, suppressed the discomfort in his hand, coughed slightly, and said: "Mother, this rattle belongs to you, you might as well keep it."

"Silly boy, this rattle was originally prepared for you by my mother. Take it, and if you encounter any difficulties, just shake the rattle." The mother said.

"Okay, thank you, mother." Li Qingxian knew that he had no room for bargaining in front of his mother, so he accepted it honestly and put in the Qiankun bracelet.

The others looked at Li Qingxian sympathetically. The more magic weapons the better, but no one dared to touch the strange magic weapons.

Fangfang said with a smile: "Mom is so kind to my brother, I didn't even rattle him."

"When you grow up, Mom will give you one too." Mother Wei smiled.

"Thank you, mother!" Fangfang smiled broadly.

"Okay, let's start dinner. You guys, let's come in and eat together." Mother Wei put down Li Qingxian and clapped her hands.

Legless maids wearing skirts floated in the air, setting up two tables and placing plates of dishes covering the two tables.

Everyone stood outside, looking at the dishes, but they didn't dare to move.

Only Song Baige took off his boots carelessly, stepped into the threshold, and saluted his mother: "Hello, aunt, I am Song Baige who participated in the offensive of the Ministry of Justice with Ye Han. We have a very good relationship. For Ye Han's sake, aunt, please If something good happens, don't forget to take care of me."

"This child is happy and polite. Okay, Auntie will definitely take care of you." came the smiling voice of Mother Wei.

The rest of the people were upset, knowing that they could not escape, so they might as well imitate Song Baige and get close to Wei Mu, and maybe die a good death.

Everyone entered the room and sat down at two tables.

No one moved their chopsticks and looked straight at Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian had already scanned it with his spiritual eyes. These things really don't contain any evil spirits. You won't be fooled by them if you eat them. They are all popular methods, including stir-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried, steamed, cold, stewed, and roasted. of……

I just can’t identify the ingredients.

The dish looked like braised pork, but the skin was covered with white mold hairs.

It looks like a chicken stew, but why does one chicken have four pairs of wings and two heads?

It looks like fried cabbage, with green juice flowing inside the cabbage leaves.

Especially when everyone has a bowl of rice, why is it that each white rice grain has a black dead fish eye that keeps shaking?

Li Qingxian glanced at Fangfang.

Fangfang smiled and gave Li Qingxian a piece of braised white mold meat and said, "Brother, it's delicious. It hurts a little bit when you eat it and cuts your fingers, and you also hear a little bit of bad words being said behind his back. So sad."

Everyone was confused. How could this describe the food? Who dares to eat it?

Li Qingxian didn't even dare to use his chopsticks first. Song Baige directly picked up a piece of braised pork, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it hard, and then screamed.

"It hurts so much... The pads of all ten fingers feel like cuts... Oh, I still feel a little uncomfortable. It feels like I heard a friend say bad things about me behind my back. It's so weird..." Song Baige took another bite and started again. He groaned, as if he had been cut again.

Fangfang took a bite of the braised pork and chewed it gently. Oily oil spilled out of the corner of her mouth. She squinted her eyes in pleasure.

Li Qingxian glanced at the black curtain and knew that he couldn't eat it. He picked up the braised pork and put it in his mouth, taking a bite.

"Hiss..." Li Qingxian lowered his head and glanced at his ten fingers. There was nothing. But the feeling just now was that he had been scratched ten times, and the scratches were on his fingertips. But the pain disappeared in a moment, and then, he felt Some kind of sadness, I can't explain it.

"My son, let's see how thin you are. Eat more tonic. Come here, bring me a plate of kidney flowers, just for my son to eat."

Li Qingxian's face was expressionless.

Everyone bowed their heads silently.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Li Qingxian picked up a chopstick of chicken. It tasted like chewing gum at first. After swallowing it, his throat seemed to be on fire, burning all the way to his stomach. It was accompanied by a faint tearing feeling, which was hot and painful.

At the same time, I also felt an indescribable sense of loneliness, just like a three-year-old child abandoned by his family on the roadside, looking alone at his parents who were far away.

"What an evil thing..." Li Qingxian thought to himself, instinctively taking a mouthful of rice and putting it in his mouth, but the next moment, he regretted it.

All the rice exploded in your mouth, like eyeballs exploding.

My mouth was pierced by thousands of arrows, and it hurt like needles.

Then, I felt an inexplicable sadness, as if all my comrades had died in the battle, and I was the only one standing on the battlefield littered with corpses, stepping on the hill piled with corpses of comrades and enemies, holding the broken military flag, in the light morning mist, Looking into the distance.

For some reason, Li Qingxian's eyes were red.

While everyone was eating, they looked at each other. Everyone felt sour and some even wiped away tears.

A steaming plate of kidney flowers sprinkled with colorful condiments was placed in front of Li Qingxian. The kidney flowers swayed gently, like petals in the wind, and seemed to have just fallen off the original owner, and the nerves were twitching.

Li Qingxian glanced at the black curtain, reluctantly picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

puff!

Li Qingxian seemed to hear a clear voice in his ears, and felt a sharp blade stabbing into his heart. He twisted it slightly, and then felt the pain of his beloved woman turning around and leaving.

"The waist flowers are specially prepared for you. You must eat them all. From now on, give me a bunch of fat grandsons and granddaughters. The more the better." Qi Mu's tone was much happier than usual.

Li Qingxian took another bite, his eyes sparkling.

"Isn't it just a meal? As for..." Li Qingxian was moved to tears.

Everyone ate in silence. The more they ate, the more painful they became, but the more they ate, the better they felt, just like eating chili peppers with different sensations.

Everyone was sweating from eating and their eyes were red.

After finishing the kidney flowers and rice, Li Qingxian said: "Mom, I'm done."

"The food is not finished yet, how can it be wasted? Come here, give everyone another bowl of rice."

The legless maid floated in and served everyone a new bowl of rice with little eyeballs.

Everyone looked at each other.

There is still more than half of the food on the table.

Li Qingxian sighed and said, "Don't rob anyone. Let's eat fairly. Starting from me, everyone will hold a chopstick until they finish eating."

After Li Qingxian finished speaking, he took a mouthful of fried cabbage and groaned. It felt like his tongue was caught in a clamp, and then he felt the sadness of saying goodbye to an old friend.

Everyone held chopsticks in a very rhythmic manner, and strange sounds such as humming, yelling, and hissing were heard endlessly.

If you close your eyes, it's hard to imagine what these people are doing.

Not long after, the first table where Li Qingxian was sitting finished eating, and the people at the second table continued to pick up food while looking at Fangfang with resentment.

Fangfang ate enough for five people alone.

She hugged her round belly, lay comfortably on the chair, and said, "It's delicious, Bashi..."

Li Qingxian was amused by Fangfang, and he reached out to pick her up and let her sit on his lap.

Fangfang leaned into Li Qingxian's arms and squinted her eyes.

The rest of the children stayed outside, playing silly games.

Putting down his chopsticks, Li Qingxian smiled and said, "Mom, are there any good places in this outer city?"

"There are no good places in the outer city, but there are some good places in the inner city. The royal garden of the palace is also a good place." Mother Wei's voice was soft and indifferent.

Everyone was thoughtful.

Li Qingxian added: "The inner city is more dangerous than the outer city, right?"

"Twenty percent."

"The difficulty increased by 20%?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"After dark, at most 20% of your candidates will be alive." Qiyu's tone remained calm, as if she was talking about something trivial.

Everyone sat motionless, looking at each other helplessly.