Male God Cultivation Manual

"Haha, I'm sorry, it seems that I have drawn a red lottery." Following these words, when Dashi's round head came into Fenghe's eyes, he immediately put him out of the way he thought he was. He was rescued from the abyss where he was extremely lucky.

Who said he was unlucky? It depends on how lucky he is. Even if he got the blue lottery, the person who got the red lottery at the same time is Dashi.

That's not someone else, but Dashi, as long as it doesn't involve barbecue, he is Qingxue's absolute conscience!

Liu looked at the somewhat embarrassed vice-minister of Qingxue, then turned to look at Feng He who was holding a blue sign, "What would Feng choose, the truth, or a big risk?"

"True words." Feng He, who completely felt that he would not be tricked, chose the more convenient truth words without hesitation.

"Yeah." Liu nodded, "Then Dashi Jun will ask questions."

"Ask a question?" Dashi touched the back of his head, feeling a little dazed when playing this game for the first time, "What should I ask?" He didn't know what to ask.

"What does Dashi want to know." After looking at his uncolored lottery with some regret, he smiled and began to remind Dashi, "Just ask yourself what you want to know."

"What do I want to know?" Dashi thought for a while, and seemed to have nothing special to know, but since it is a game, of course he must abide by the rules, "Then ask Feng what food he likes?"

A very simple question, stemming from the reserve of just starting the game.

"It's a very simple question." The squint-eyed genius smiled.

Simple is good, and he can only thank Dashi who got the red ticket.Feng He nodded with satisfaction from the bottom of her heart, and then looked at Liu who was the referee.

Of course, Liu had no objection to such an ordinary question.

But the simpler the question, the harder it is to answer it. Feng He thinks that he really likes a lot of food. He is not a picky eater, and many things are delicious.

After thinking about it, Fenghe still answered the food that came to mind first, "Hot pot." Spicy and delicious, with endless aftertaste, it's a pity that eating in Japan, after all, it lacks a bit of taste.

Of course, this kind of answer would not be judged as unqualified, so Fenghe escaped the torture of dry juice quite smoothly.

After playing a round of games, everyone began to eat a few more bites, joked a few words, and then continued.

"Feng He really likes hot pot very much." Yukimura smiled after hearing Feng He's answer, no wonder he would invite everyone to eat hot pot when he couldn't avoid it.

"Well," Feng He nodded seriously, "It tastes good." He really likes it.

"There are many kinds of hot pot." Fu Er has not been invited by Feng He to a hot pot, so he is also a little curious, "Which one does Feng like?"

"The ordinary kind." Feng He's answer was very simple, quite in line with his usual style.

It was Yukimura who laughed. After laughing, he explained to Fuji, who had a good relationship before, "He was talking about the kind of hot pot that was boiled with butter and put a lot of chili and pepper. After the national competition Please let us eat."

"Sounds good." Fuji opened his eyes, he likes to eat spicy food, and he can take everything that Japanese people can't eat, even the bento that Fenghe brought him according to his words.

Feng He silently poured himself some tea, not wanting to comment on it, but he knew his friend's peculiar taste, the boiled and spicy food he specially made last time were all eaten by Fuji with a smile on his face, and even praised him Very delicious.You know, after taking a sip of Ju Wan, his face turned red hot, and he took several sips of water to feel better.It seems that there is no way to stop Fuji in the spicy world, so next time he wants to try something like pickled fish?Hmm, or sweet and sour pork or something.

Fenghe didn't open his mouth, but Yukimura was very interested, "It's really good, it smells delicious, but unfortunately I didn't eat it last time." He can't eat spicy food, so even if he watched everyone eat it, he wanted to try it. It can only be counted.

"Why?" Fuji was a little puzzled, "Did you not go? That time?"

"I went," that's it, it's a pity, "but I can't eat spicy food."

"That's it," Buer thought for a while, "I heard that there are hot pots that are not spicy." Geniuses have a wide range of knowledge, and they have even heard of such things.

Feng He, who had been silently listening to the chat between two people who were inexplicably compatible, finally said, "Mandarin duck pot has no soul!" Other things don't matter, but you must not eat mandarin duck pot when eating hot pot, this is the obsession with hot pot!He can eat soup pot with clear soup and think it tastes good, but he doesn't eat hot pot with clear soup!

"Mandarin duck pot?" Yukimura and Fuji heard this name for the first time, "What does it mean?"

Fenghe made a gesture, "It's a special kind of pot. It's like this." He drew a gossip shape, "divided into two halves, one side is clear soup, and the other is red soup. Clear soup is not spicy, and red soup is spicy. It’s spicy. It’s said that because it looks like a mandarin duck, it’s called the mandarin duck pot.” Feng He thought for a while, “Because the mandarin duck has a very good meaning in Chinese, it has gradually been passed down.”

"What's the meaning?" Yukimura was also a little curious.

"Because mandarin ducks, a water bird, are often male and female together, inseparable, so Chinese people like to use mandarin ducks as a metaphor for steadfast love." Cheng, "If you have to be like a mandarin duck, why die? I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. I don't know how to translate it in Japanese. The general idea is that I would rather live and die together like a mandarin duck, than live alone forever. "

"Although I don't understand," Fuji smiled softly, "but it sounds very beautiful." Although he couldn't understand what Feng said, but the strange sense of rhythm and his explanation still made him feel very happy. People think it is beautiful.

"Yeah," Yukimura's smiling face became even warmer under the light, "It's no wonder that Feng would say that Chinese people like the meaning of mandarin duck pot." He said, turning his eyes to Fenghe, "And, if it's mandarin duck pot, Then we can eat hot pot together."

"Yuanyang pot cannot be called hot pot." Feng He retorted without thinking, it is definitely not hot pot, no!

Yukimura sighed slightly, "But if you don't eat mandarin duck hot pot, then I'm not the only one who can't eat hot pot every time."

Why can't you eat it? The mushroom risotto I cooked for you last time is crying, okay?

"It's really a pity." Fenghe didn't talk, which doesn't mean that Buer didn't talk. Almost when Yukimura finished speaking, Xiaoxiong answered with a smile, "It's a lively thing for everyone to eat hot pot together. If If there is one person who can't eat it," he suppressed his smile and sighed, "it's so pitiful."

"It's not a pity," Li Haida's master still insisted on certain things, "it's just a pity."

Buer doesn't have so much persistence anymore. When he wasn't black, he was actually very easy-going, "That's true."

Is it pitiful or not, I think I am rather pitiful, you two can sing and sing like this now, I can't imagine what it will be like after the U-17 friendship in the same dormitory.

The power of black belly + black belly cannot be described by simply multiplying it by two.

Although there is already a feeling of mourning for himself in the bottom of my heart, the obsession with the hot pot still makes Feng He struggling, "The clear soup of the hot pot is not good." It's just that the tone of refusal is not as firm as before. felt it.

"No, I believe it should be delicious," Yukimura said with a smile while propping his head on his hands, "Feng's craftsmanship is very good."

"Yukimura also thinks that Kaze's craftsmanship is very good." Fuji smiled into crescents, "I ate the bento he made last time and it was delicious."

"Bento?" Yukimura glanced at the blue-haired boy with a handsome and slightly cold face, "Although I have eaten other things made by Feng, I haven't eaten bento yet." Feng was not very himself when he was in Lihai Make bento, this guy is adamant that he must go to the cafeteria at noon, and eat hot rice if he can. "Have you started eating bento now?" Did you change so much in Qingxue?

"Qingxue doesn't have a cafeteria." Feng He explained subconsciously.Besides, what he ate was not a cold lunch box, but a warm insulated lunch box.

Yukimura nodded and temporarily accepted the explanation, "That's really the only way to eat lunch."

Bu Er squinted his eyes and laughed, "Although I have eaten bento, I have never eaten hot pot."

"Speaking of which," Yukimura thought for a while after hearing the words, "I've never eaten hot pot."

While talking, Yukimura and Fuji looked over at the same time, as the center of sight, Fenghe almost knelt down to the two black-bellies.Although it's okay to eat hot pot, even if you really want him to do it, he can accept it. After all, the hot pot base made by himself is delicious, but he doesn't want to eat mandarin duck pot.

Holding the idea that he can still save it, Fenghe replied vaguely, "Next time." Next time, next time, there are so many next times, who knows when the next time will be.

Obviously, Feng He's answer was not satisfactory, but fortunately, the game started again temporarily rescued him from the two black-bellied hands.To be honest, when drawing lots, Feng He was secretly relieved no matter how expressionless he was.

If this goes on like this, he doesn't even know if he can hold on. Think about the consequences of not being able to hold on last time.

The matter of being followed by Li Haida's group, does he want to do it again?

Well, although this incident does not seem to have anything to do with that incident.

The old man said that feng shui turns in turn is really justified.

Feng He looked at the colorless lottery spread out in the palm of his hand and sighed in his heart. Sure enough, his luck was still very good, this time he didn't draw the blue lottery again.

"Now, please show the people who have drawn the red and blue tickets." The referee Liu's voice was still calm and indifferent.

"This time I got the blue lottery." Yukimura generously showed the blue lottery in his hand. It can be seen that the lottery has nothing to do with being favored by the gods.

"What about the red sign?" Liu Weiwei narrowed his eyes and scanned the rest of the people.

"It's me, puri." King Ni was dangling this red stick in his hand.

"It's King Ni." Yukimura looked over with meaningful eyes.

The fraudster hooked the corners of his lips, his concentration was astonishing, even Yukimura's gaze didn't shake him in the slightest.

The fraud master wants to make trouble, who can stop him, maybe Li Haida's master.

But what about when some kind of big devil can't do anything?

"Then, Jingshi," Liu said after turning his eyes around the faces of the two, "to tell the truth, or to take a big risk?"

"I'll choose the truth, too." Yukimura put down the blue lottery in his hand, to see what questions Nioh would ask him.

Liu nodded, "Let King Ni ask questions." In fact, even he was a little curious about what questions Nioh would ask. It seems that this game is really interesting, and he can collect a lot of useful information.

Liu Momo made a few notes in his heart.

Nioh was playing with the red lottery in his hand, "What should I ask?" While playing with the movement in his hand, he suddenly stopped, "So, I want to ask Yukimura, the girl with blue hair who was dating you before , Do you know Feng?"

"Dating?" Oishi suddenly turned his gaze to Yukimura, he really didn't expect that the head of Lihai University actually has a date?

Should it be said that it really deserves to be the number one Lihai University in the country?

Bu Er also looked over with a smile, dating, it's really interesting.

Even Tezuka and Kaidou looked at Yukimura, although one still had a serious expressionless expression, and the other looked a little fierce.

Sure enough, this level of gossip, even if Li Hai is not big, will make people care.

"Cough, cough, cough." Only the jackal choked on Nioh's question, and burst into a series of coughing sounds.

Although this matter has always been a tacit secret in everyone's mind, they also think that Yukimura should know, otherwise everyone would feel inexplicably unlucky during that time, but he really didn't expect Nioh to be so direct ask out.

Moreover, the question was still asked, whether Feng recognized it or not.

On the other hand, Feng He raised his eyes to look at King Ren who was smiling naughtily after a meal.

I really didn't expect that you turned out to be such a fraudster.

He actually asked Yukimura's date last time if he knew him in a roundabout way, because he was sure that he couldn't get the answer he wanted from Yukimura's mouth, and he could get some clues from his mouth, but he was too curious to ask directly, so Just used this roundabout method?Or, if it is more straightforward, it will not be interesting?

I have to say, no matter what it is, even if it concerns himself, Feng He thinks King Ren's question is quite clever.

From one question, many answers can be derived.In other words, quite a lot of useful information can be obtained from this question.

Hearing Nioh's question, Yukimura was startled, he didn't expect that Nioh was asking this.

The next moment, under the eyes of everyone who were curious or astonished, Yukimura actually smiled. Li Haida's son of God looked good when he smiled, as if he hadn't been stirred up by such a question, "Liu, this Do you need my answer?"

Liu was also taken aback by King Ren's boldness, but it's understandable considering the usual personality of the fraudster.Can be called Li Haida's most terrifying fraudster, bold, careful, and being able to seize the opportunity is a necessary condition for fraud.

As for such questions, does Jingshi need to answer them?

He is usually a calm and reliable staff officer, and occasionally has a gossip side. Of course, he prefers to call it the collection of information, "Need."

Yukimura nodded, and was noncommittal about Liu's answer, "Since it is necessary, then my answer is," he turned his gaze to Fenghe, his eyes filled with a smile, "Feng knows." Not only does he know, but he is probably the most Familiar people.Well, can I be unfamiliar with myself?

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Feng He's expression was calm, completely covering up the turbulent waves in his heart.

Very good, this time it's all right, this blame is thrown to him perfectly, he has to recite it, and he has to recite it if he doesn't recite it.

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't matter, even if it is a fraudster, it is absolutely impossible to get the truth about this matter out of his mouth.

While thinking this way, Feng He was as motionless as a mountain in the eyes of King Ren who was also looking over with interest.

No matter what Nioh plans to play next, he will accompany him.Anyway, isn't there still a previous account to be settled?

Liu looked at the three of them, and finally decided that Yukimura answered the question truthfully, so the game continued.

When the lottery was drawn again, everyone had a different feeling. If they had just started the game with it before, and after all, some people are not so familiar with the reserve.After Nioh's question, it was as if the door to a new world opened, and everyone's understanding of the game changed a lot in an instant.

Since you can ask such interesting (gossip) questions, are other interesting (gossip) questions also possible, and what about the big adventure that has not been chosen until now?

It seems that this game is getting more and more interesting.

In the next lottery, Tezuka got the blue lottery. Tezuka's luck was not good or bad, and Kaido got the red lottery.

The calm-faced Minister of Youth also chose to speak the truth.

"What I want to ask the minister is," Haitang held the red ticket in his hand, "Have you ever lost a game before?" After thinking for a while, he added, "It doesn't count when you are injured."

Tezuka replied without hesitation, "I have lost before."

Eh?Did Tezuka ever lose a match when his hand wasn't injured?

Although many people are a little curious about this matter, after all, they can only ask one question. Kaitang asked whether he has lost, not who he lost to, so Tezuka's answer is just fine.

Next, does anyone expect to see any clues from that paralyzed face?

After a few rounds of dull or interesting draws, Feng He once again saw the blue lottery in his hand.

Well, it's really a turn of events. Since you choose to play this kind of heart-beating game, you have to accept the consequences.

Resigned to fate, he raised the blue ticket in his hand, "Who got the red ticket." Again, I hope it's not someone who makes it difficult for him to deal with it.

The next moment, Renwang, who was so lucky today, showed the red ticket in his hand, "puri."

why is it you again?

Nioh, to be honest, you really didn't do anything during the lottery, did you?

Feng He's suspicious eyes fell on King Ren, and King Ren shook the red stick with two fingers, "Don't be envious of my good luck, you can't be envious."

Can you roll your eyes to the fraudster?

"Feng, do you choose the truth or the big risk?" Liu Zhongshi fulfilled his duty as a referee and asked Feng He who had drawn the blue lottery.

Fenghe became a little vigilant in his heart. Before Yukimura chose to tell the truth, he was asked such a question by Nioh. If he also chose to tell the truth, what should Nioh do if he asked him who the girl was?

He definitely can't answer Niwang's truth. If he doesn't know the answer, he doesn't know if he will be judged by Liu as the answer is not true and he will be drained?

After weighing it in his heart, Feng He replied cautiously, "I choose to take a big risk."

As the first person to choose a big adventure, Feng He's words immediately lifted everyone's spirits.

"Well, yes." Liu immediately judged that the choice was valid, "King Ni, what do you want Feng to do?"

"Wind?" King Ni continued to shake the red ticket in his hand, "What are you going to do? puri."

Feng He looked at Nioh coldly, although he knew that such a threat would probably be useless to a fraudster, after all, Yukimura's gaze had fully explained the problem before, but Nioh still answered the question.

So is Nioh really going all out this time?Or have you already figured out how to get out after asking Yukimura?

If it is the former, Fenghe has a hunch that his big adventure this time will definitely not be easy.

It's okay, it's really not good, isn't there still dry juice at the bottom?

Although he admits that he doesn't like bitter things very much, he doesn't like eating bitter melon very much, but as a big flower grower, shouldn't he uphold the philosophy of his predecessors, Shen Nong, and taste all kinds of herbs without hesitation?

Well, he is really just thinking divergently, it's not that he is a little nervous.

"Yes." King Ren stopped what he was doing, put down the red stick, and pointed to the freshly roasted meat on Feng He's plate, "Feng, please feed these pieces of meat to the person sitting next to you." , " Paused, the con artist looked slyly, "You have to feed them all." Then he nodded with his finger, "Well, the person on the left."

Feed it to the person next to you?Hello? !

Fenghe was almost choked by Nioh's words!

Nioh, we're not done with this matter, so you start praying that you don't get a red lottery by me!

Otherwise, whether you choose the truth or the big risk, I will make you remember deeply.

Of course, the heavy blow Fenghe received was not only from Nioh, but also from the referee for the increasing scale of the game.

After hearing King Ren's request, Liu said without changing his face, "Yes."

So Fenghe's last glimmer of hope was shattered into dregs.

Well, hello, hello, what is he afraid of, he is a man who dares to stand up to the cat, and he saw it clearly when he first went to the bathroom.

With such a fearless thought, Feng He picked up the plate of meat and turned to look at the person sitting beside him.

The chestnut-haired boy, when he looked over, his eyes turned into wonderful crescent moons.

Well, what should I do, I really want to say: Sigh, come and eat!

Will be beaten, will be beaten.

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