After transmigrating into cannon fodder in the cultivation world [Transmigration Book]

The movement of Shen Muzhe getting up awakened Wu Huai, and Wu Huai also sat up straight on the ground, seeing that Shen Muzhe had woken up, he changed his hand and poured a cup of tea to calm himself down: "Junior brother, why are you making such a big noise?" After a while, I also smelled the fragrance in the room, moved my nose, and took a deep breath: "What's the smell, it smells so good."

Shen Muzhe said, "Go out and have a look."

Without a word, Wu Huai rushed over to open the door. When the door opened, the smell became even stronger. He rubbed his belly: "It smells so good that I'm hungry."

The two went downstairs smelling the fragrance, but what they saw was a group of earth-colored monks. Shen Muzhe looked around for Xia Jiang Henting, and saw him sitting with Xiao Li Yu Yunzhi on a table in the corner, his face pale. Not much better.

Old man Li put a few small dishes on each table, and the aroma came from there, but everyone at the table did not intend to move their chopsticks. Shen Muzhe walked closer and saw the dishes clearly. A few small dishes in Zhongsheng.

Potato balls, tamales, pork heart fried with green onions...

The dishes are good, but... pig heart...! ! !

Wu Huai was originally salivating because of the scent, and was pulling him to Jiang Heting's side to try it, after confirming his eyes with the plate of fried pig's heart with green onions...

Vomited again.

Shen Muzhe didn't know why Wu Huai hadn't slowed down yet, but when he thought of the monk who was killed not long ago, this bowl of pig's heart seemed not so kind.

Xiao Li endured and endured, finally couldn't help it anymore, the original calm and composure would no longer exist, and his belief in not hurting ordinary people almost began to waver, he clenched his fists, stood up with a "huh", clenched violently Old man Li pointed at the plate by his collar, and said sharply, "What is this?"

Old man Li was not afraid of being held in mid-air like this, and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "This dish is a pig's heart bursting with green onions."

"I asked what you did!?"

"Guest officer, you are really joking. The pig's heart is bursting with green onions, so it is naturally made of pig's heart." A faint smile appeared on his old face, and the corners of his mouth were deeply cracked, which made the groove on his face even deeper. , like a ghostly ghost.

"It seems that you are not going to tell the truth?"

"Guest officer, everything I said is true." Li old man put his old and withered hand on the back of Xiao Li's hand that was tightly clutching his collar, and slowly brushed his hand away from his chest, with his smile still: "It's hard to say, the old man did it." Some people like to eat food, and some people don't like to eat it, so what should I do? Give me a face, and you can taste it slowly. If you can't eat it, then don't eat it. The old man doesn't force it. It's so delicious, it's quite normal to look down on this."

Shen Muzhe had never heard old man Li talk so much at once since he lived in this inn. Hearing his hoarse voice slowly and quietly said such words, a strange emotion flashed in Shen Muzhe's heart inexplicably, but this kind of thing It's like a flash of inspiration, if you don't catch it when it flashes by, it disappears immediately, no matter how hard you think about it, you can't recall it at all.

"In that case, then don't blame me for being rude." Xiao Li was naturally dissatisfied with his answer, and sacrificed a bunch of spells and magic tools. The light flashed and dazzled Shen Muzhe. Just as Shen Muzhe wanted to praise that he was worthy of being the hero, he saw those spells The magical artifacts had no effect on old man Li. After Xiao Liyun used his spiritual power to control them, they all fell to the ground in silence.

Xiao Li didn't give up and had to try again, Jiang Henting picked up the chopsticks and picked up a pig's heart, inspected it, and said softly, "Young Master Xiao, this is a pig's heart."

Yu Yunzhi's expression was not good at first, but after hearing what Jiang Henting said, he picked up a chopstick and studied it carefully.

Shen Muzhe leaned over to have a look, heyed, then turned to look at old man Li, clenched his fist with one hand and knocked on the head with a headache, and sighed: "Old man, what kind of tricks are you playing?"