Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

mortal?

Not knowing that he had been in a coma for a day and a night, Chong Yun opened his mouth slightly, but his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

The face of the person in front of him was blue and purple, mixed with dust and dirt, and his body was dirty as if crawling out of a swamp; only the pair of pale gold eyes were moist and clear, without a trace of hostility, and for some reason there was still some happy.

"You're badly hurt, don't move around."

Seeing that the goose flapped its wings extremely weakly, Zeyu hurriedly stopped it, and even gently let its head rest on his lap, and smoothed its gray fur with the palm of its hand.

He couldn't help feeling annoyed: he accidentally named the gray goose. If it had a name, it meant that it had been endowed with spirituality, so it couldn't just eat it.

"Did the mortal in front of me save me?"

Before Chongyun had time to be grateful, the man grabbed his throat with one hand and forcefully poured some unknown fruits into his mouth with the other.

Chongyun:! ! !

"Are you hungry, eat something to pad your stomach, and take medicine later."

After feeding the goose some fire-acantha fruits, Zeyu thought about how to take it with him tomorrow, but the goose's beak was wide open, panting desperately.

"It's unreasonable! Let go of this fairy!"

Tears welled up in his eyes from the soreness, but He Chongyun's injuries were so severe that he was like a useless bird, so he had no power to fight back.

"However, you are a goose, are you not used to these things?"

Resting her chin in one hand, Zeyu tried desperately to recall, what did the bird fairies she met in Yushan before eat?

"Remember, just wait."

The sound of procrastinating footsteps gradually faded away, Chong Yun opened his sleepy eyes, and kept peeking at the mortal's thin back, with complicated emotions.

It's all because he was too careless on this trip, he was confused by the voice of the gu carving, he was ambushed and almost lost his life.

Thanks to Chongyun's good luck, he escaped from death and was not treated as a snack by the beast.

But what did that mortal want to do just now?What kind of fruit is that?Shouldn't it be poisonous?

"We all like to eat centipede essence! Scorpion essence! Grasshopper essence is also okay!"

Pushing aside the grass with a branch, Zeyu recalled what the Wuji Immortal had said to him, although the spirits could not be caught, the larvae should digest better?

Just as he lowered his head and concentrated on digging the dirt hole, in the deep woods, several murderous eyes pierced his back.

"Mortal! It's the smell of mortals!"

"It's delicious! I haven't eaten a whole human for a long time!"

"Don't think about swallowing it all!"

Zeyu, who had almost lost all his mana, couldn't hear him. His limbs and body had already been contracted by some monster. He wrapped the bug with leaves, propped up his crutches, and prepared to stand up.

In the forest, several shadows of different colors salivated long ago, showing their sharp claws gleaming with cold light, and pounced on the ignorant "mortal".

"It hurts!"

"Forgive me!"

An inexplicable smell of burning penetrated into his nostrils, not knowing that he had escaped from death, Zeyu looked around unknowingly:

Where is it on fire?

Behind him, several feathers that were originally snow-white turned dark gray and slowly fell to the ground.

"I found these for you, I don't know if you like them or not."

Chong Yun quietly opened his eyes, his empty stomach couldn't help but roll over, wishing he could faint on the spot:

Who can save this fairy!This mortal is crazy!

Picking up a wriggling centipede with a branch, Zeyu fed it to the goose's mouth, and saw it shaking its round bird's head left and right, anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was extremely resistant.

"Don't you eat?"

Zeyu was in a bit of trouble, could it be that he was too weak to swallow?

As if understanding Zeyu's "painstaking effort" to break open the bird's beak and forcefully feed the centipede to it, the goose flapped its wings a few times, picked up a fireacantha fruit, and swallowed it with a grunt.

"Uh, so you still like fruit? Well, then eat a few more, I've already prepared the herbs."

Seeing that the mortal finally got rid of the idea of ​​feeding him worms, Chong Yun had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, what is the herbal medicine?

The next moment, Zeyu told him with actions: that is something far more terrifying than bugs!

A lump of sticky green juice exuded a horrific stench. Chong Yun's proud neck was strangled, and he could only let the horrible liquid slip into his throat in horror, his eyes rolled upwards from the stench .

"Huh? Are you tired? Then take a rest."

After pouring the herbal medicine, the goose closed his eyes, as if he was overwhelmed by fatigue.

Covering it with leaves to keep it warm, Zeyu felt relieved and lay down beside it.

During the whole day, except for picking herbs and wild fruits, Zeyu spent most of his time practicing. He just wanted to recuperate his body as soon as possible. His spiritual power is too weak. Self-preservation.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, this seemingly silent forest had caused an uproar, and the demons and ghosts were panicking:

"Help! There's another big monster in the woods!"

"Ahu and Ahuang were beaten into thin air by it! Aji was beaten back to its original shape!"

"My God, what crime have we done, another one, how can we live?"

At dawn the next day, Zeyu carried the goose on his back and finally found the water source:

"Just a creek, well, it's okay."

Although he was somewhat disappointed, it was better to be able to take a shower than to be dirty all the time.

Can't wait to jump into the stream, Zeyu took a beautiful bath in the cold water, the clear stream took away the tiredness of the day, not only that, he unexpectedly discovered that in the water, his spiritual power seemed to return a little bit.

After washing his body, he pinched his nose and threw the tattered clothes into the stream, thinking about washing things indiscriminately, but inadvertently, something scratched his hand.

At first he didn't pay attention, thinking it was a small stone in the water, until he was about to hang up the clothes to dry after washing, he realized that there seemed to be something caught in the cloth.

The thing seemed to be hidden on purpose, Zeyu carefully tore open the secret bag, and pinched the thing out with two fingers, and it shone faintly green under the sunlight.

"This……"

With trembling hands, Zeyu recognized that this scale, which was as thin as a cicada's wing and as green as emerald, did not belong to other races, but a flood scale;

The unique pattern on it reveals the owner of the scales—himself.

"how is this possible?"

Zeyu clasped his head in both hands, staring blankly at the scales on the ground. Many guesses flashed through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out why, so he silently put the scales back into the hidden bag, sighed, remembering that the goose was still waiting aside, when he got up and walked to the basket, he found that it had disappeared.

"Goose! Where have you been?"

Anxiously pushing aside the grass, I saw the seriously injured goose fainted on the ground, with a little blood on the edge of the bird's beak.

On the other side, after bumping all the way, after landing, Chong Yun finally curled up in the basket and squinted for a while.

After waking up, he thought again and again, the actions of mortals to save him were really unpredictable, so it was better to find a quiet place to recuperate alone.

Regrettably, he really underestimated his injury, walked out of the basket a few steps tremblingly, and suddenly fell to the ground with a surge of blood.

"Cheer up, don't die!"

Zeyu was in a hurry, didn't he sleep well just now?

After feeding several mouthfuls of grass juice one after another, the goose was still unconscious. Zeyu was desperate: It seems that he can only eat it now.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the reader "Xi Liu Lan", irrigation nutrient solution ╭(╯3╰)╮

Chong Yun: I think I can still save it.

Zeyu: No, just eat.

Chong Yun: Murder your own husband!

Think of a cold joke: Jiao's scales = film