Waste Strong Foundation

Two pairs of turquoise wings were attached to the child's shoulder blades and stretched out, turning into giant wings tens of meters long in between breaths.

The players turned their necks in unison to watch Yuanyuan hovering and flying to the sky, and at the same time admired the strong wind that he whipped up when he flapped his wings.

The dark clouds covering the distant mountains were blown away bit by bit, and even the muffled thunder and purple lightning in the sky also subsided a lot.

It's just that the situation lasted for less than half a minute, and the black clouds and gray fog gathered again into rainy mountains.

"You want to go home?" Fei Mingqiu looked away, rubbing his wrists once and for all.

It has been five days since the end-of-month maintenance, and he is still in a sluggish state. Two pieces of disinfectant cotton are pasted on the back of his neck, and the button is fastened to his Adam's apple in hot weather.

The player hadn't seen him for several days, and thought that he had a private quarrel with Shang Yuan during the game maintenance and was beaten violently——

With reference to the force value of the two, there may be more than one meal.

There were even players who cared about the character design of the protagonist and the audience in the live broadcast room online for this "plot", expressing that they could not accept the protagonist being beaten.

#No, no, no, there's still waste er, I don't know if the protagonist of your game is Fei Mingqiu? (smile) (fist)

#The protagonist's control mind is broken (split)

#来来来，上图!My friend was desperate when he was lying on the grass watching the scenery.Look at Fermi's knees and ankles!

#This horrible bruise!What did you tell me that it was two people?ha?Please, we have a bottom line for cp knocking (tears)

#Uh, I don’t know what everyone is arguing about (scratching head) Aren’t the main storylines put into the game only after the decision of the main strategy F?

#so? ? @费常, you just watched the big beauty modeled on you get beaten up (angry) (fist)

Fei Mingqiu looked at the discussion posts on the official website that refreshed the homepage every second, and then at the man squatting in the kitchen washing corn, feeling complicated.

He was much better after waking up today, with occasional hoarseness.

Putting his hands together like a trumpet, Fenghuang yelled at Yuanyuan, asking him to double practice his supernatural powers, and then said with a smile, "Why? Can't bear Master to leave?"

Fei Mingqiu: "I didn't recognize you as my master. I seem to remember some things, but I don't remember some things."

Fenghuang sneered twice in a drawn-out tone, "It's not surprising. The gods really want to remember everything that happened for hundreds of thousands of years, so they have to break their brains into 10 pieces. It's all very boring, tens of thousands of years are like a day."

Fei Mingqiu: "Do you want me to answer the question and ask you something? Ask Di Jun why he wants to go back to the boring time?"

"No no, he is an expert at making up stories, how could he be afraid of being bored." Fenghuang laughed, and immediately said seriously: "Silly boy, I won't tease you. You don't have to remember anything, even if you play some holographic games, you can mix it with me." It doesn't matter whether you live or die with the Xia family, it's up to you. You just need to remember one thing - I have something here, which is an old thing that my disciple Kunlun entrusted to me for safekeeping, so you can keep it."

After finishing speaking, Fenghuang scratched his elbow and took out a piece of nephrite jade that was the size of a thumb and as thin as a cicada's wing from his sleeve.

He untied the golden red rope on his wrist again, wrapped it around the almost transparent jade twice to tie a bow, and threw it to Fei Mingqiu casually.

Just as Fei Mingqiu was about to reach out to pick it up, he saw the piece of jade disappear out of thin air the moment it touched him.

The big phoenix grabbed Fei Mingqiu's hand, bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed two mouthfuls of blood on his palm, "There is nothing to give you. I heard from the little blue bird that Fuxi and Xihe once gave you supernatural power, and I watched you inside your body. There is a ghost girl's yin, alas, their little girls are all kind-hearted, and I can't be too stingy as an old man. After going to the new home, the power of the gods is just air to me, and I will give you [-]% to help you recover soon. "

Fei Mingqiu was taken aback.

He couldn't care less about complaining about the unhygienic way Phoenix bestowed divine power, and frowned, thinking about what the old drunkard was saying.

Fenghuang Xin said that the brat's scheming wasn't too bad. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a ferocious beast with a tiger's head squatting behind Fei Mingqiu's back "benevolently" wagging its tail. Taotie, the requisitioned mount, appeared and said with a sneer:

"We don't talk about being a teacher for one day and being a father for the rest of your life. The old man takes a step first. You and Shang Yuan are free to do whatever you want. If you are really beaten to death by Di Jun one day, I will not turn against him for you, let alone for you. You take revenge. You love to remember these 'advice', otherwise forget it."

Fei Mingqiu retorted smoothly: "But you told the players yesterday that in terms of combat power, you are no longer Dijun's opponent."

There are detailed posts on the forum section of the official website, and he knows it all.

The old Phoenix, who was about to leave the stage gracefully, slipped his foot, hugged Taotie's fangs in embarrassment to protect himself, blushed and said: "Ahem, don't mention this matter. I slapped him three times when I was drunk, and he didn't dare to say a word Thing—well, you don't remember! Oh, no more!"

Fenghuang was afraid that what Fei Mingqiu would say would hurt his heart, he hesitated, moaned, and looked around.

In order to prevent the noble god from collapsing, he quickly explained a few words to Fei Mingqiu, and hurriedly grabbed Taotie's fangs and ran away.

Yuanyuan was sweating profusely practicing her new supernatural powers, but she was caught off guard by the tail wind from the phoenix as she soared into the air, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

What was even more frightening was that gluttonous gluttonous food fed by the players fell from the sky and landed firmly on his tailbone.

Yuanyuan's face was pale, she clutched the tip of her broken wing and cried, "Grandpa! You don't talk about martial arts! It hurts me to death!"

The unscathed Taotie secretly echoed: "Yes, yes!"

How could the phoenix still pay attention to them? It took the wind to fly to the top of ten thousand feet, and with a clear and long cry, it transformed into a golden and dazzling multicolored divine bird.

The ancients have a saying, see the Phoenix Emperor, good luck.

What's more, Fenghuang's temperament is unrestrained and surly, he didn't choose to make a mortal body, but used his real body to watch the fun in the human world openly and aboveboard.

He said that it is not an ordinary teacher and student that there is no need to be sincere and love each other, but in fact he is soft-hearted and awkwardly gave Fei Mingqiu a big gift.

For a while, the sky in Kyushu was clear.

Even the coastal tribes who were most affected by the flood of the Yellow River got ten days of respite.

As a result, the few acres of rice fields left in Yanchi matured ahead of schedule after the flood.

In the real world, players face the dog days with temperatures as high as 40 degrees. In "Waste", they still cut rice under the sun.

The grains of wild rice in the Xia Dynasty were shriveled, and when you rub it, you can only peel off a shallow bowl of rice.

Fei Mingqiu tried his best to screen a bag of "passed" species - not even good species, and sifted the rest into the pot to cook rice.

He hasn't eaten rice for more than seven months, even if the taste is not very good - very bad, he can still eat half a bowl of rice in one sitting.

Not to mention slaves who never saw rice.

Each of them was given a bowl of rice, and they took a small mouthful of it with two straight wooden sticks either skillfully or inexperiencedly.

Oh, this wooden stick is called chopsticks, it is really convenient.

Oh, and this sticky, overnight-like millet porridge is called rice.

One mouthful, one big mouthful, one more mouthful.

Putting down the clean earthenware bowl, everyone lamented that this food is edible, and it is better than millet, millet, and wild taro dug from the ground.

Lian Shanshou, who had exchanged half a bowl of rice with slaves for two pieces of unlike skins, wiped his mouth, "It smells like this."

After several months of literacy classes, the slaves were not afraid of him, a foreign businessman, and boldly joked: "You seem to have eaten before."

Lian Shanshou: "Of course I ate it. Our brothers traveled all over the world, and at the farthest time we ran to the south, where the best cinnabar is everywhere!"

The slaves interrupted one after another, saying, "Really? What a precious treasure cinnabar is! Only a little bit can be sprinkled after the high priest and the chief are buried!"

Lian Shanshou shook his head, "Look, what I said, a slave is a slave. I'm afraid you don't even know who Dan Zhu is!"

The merchants laughed.

The old slave who came to Yanchi to recuperate from the Xia clan raised his hand timidly, "I... maybe I know."

"Oh? Tell me about it!"

"Danzhu is the son of our former king Yao."

Lian Shanshou twitched the corners of his mouth, lost the desire to point out in an instant, spread his hands and said perfunctorily: "Yes, it's him, the ghost with red hair and red eyes."

The old slave knows how to read words and expressions, and understands that it has spoiled someone's interest. After Lian Shanshou got up and walked away, he whispered to others:

"This little prince was not liked by the former king, and his whole family was driven to the southern border, and the current king will inherit the throne on his behalf.

"It's said that there is a mountain full of cinnabar, and everyone is full to eat—no, it's not cinnabar, they use cinnabar in exchange for food."

The author says:

This volume is almost over, and there is another volume (actually half volume).