chsdbacks Chapter 137 Wooden Chair
Chapter 137 Wooden Chair
Marquis Jingshan laughed heartily and took a sip.
The cigarette burned out in an instant between his fingers.
"Comfortable!"
Thick smoke slowly exhaled,
Marquis Jingshan flicked his cigarette butt away and looked into the air.
"Isn't this scene good to watch?"
mid-air,
Li Qingshan carried the wooden chair and flew down next to Marquis Jingshan.
After putting down the wooden chair, he clasped his hands and said:
"The Marquis is mighty!"
"It's just fishing, there's nothing awesome about it."
Marquis Jingshan shook his head and gently stroked the back of the wooden chair.
"And thank you for helping me save this chair."
"You're welcome, Lord Marquis." Li Qingshan smiled.
"I'm not being polite." Marquis Jingshan said with an inexplicable expression as he stroked the back of the wooden chair with a rare tenderness in his eyes.
"This chair has been with me for nearly a hundred years, and I can't let it be destroyed because of a beast."
Li Qingshan didn't speak again, but just turned his attention to the wooden chair. twenty one
Carefully observe every bloody patina on it.
This chair is several times older than him.
more importantly,
It can be guessed from the tone of Marquis Jingshan.
This chair has a story.
However, Marquis Jingshan has no interest in telling stories.
The touch of tenderness in his eyes was fleeting.
"Hahaha, it's time to catch fish!"
A heroic laugh,
Marquis Jingshan once again transformed into the "Master Marquis" known to the world
Light a cigarette again,
Then he walked straight to the horn, grabbed the top, and started dragging it slowly.
The gray-maned split-horned beast is seventy or eighty meters high and nearly two hundred meters long, like a small mountain peak.
At this moment, only half of the body was exposed, and the other half was still hidden in the passage.
In front of the giant corpse,
A daoist figure was wearing a bloodstained undershirt, holding a cigarette in one hand and dragging the body with the other.
Every step he took made a deep hole in the ground.
As he moved step by step, the monster's corpse moved out of the space passage little by little.
Li Qingshan stood not far away, looking at the back in front of him, with respect in his eyes.
It was him who held up Lin Sheng’s sky!
"Little guy, help me bring the chair."
The voice of Marquis Jingshan came,
Li Qingshan lifted the chair and walked to the monster's body in a few steps.
Before he got close to Dujiao, Marquis Jing spoke again.
"Okay, just leave it there and step back."
Here is the location of the monster's chest and abdomen.
Li Qingshan put down the wooden chair as instructed and stepped back more than ten meters.
But he didn't know why.
However, Marquis Jingshan quickly gave the answer.
I saw the red light of rich energy and blood condensing with the light of the knife, slicing open the monster's abdomen.
Marquis Jingshan looked serious, floating above the wooden chair, and making a gesture with his right hand.
The monster's chest and abdomen suddenly writhed,
After a while,
A heart the size of a house, wrapped in the red light of blood, floated in front of Marquis Jingshan.
The heart has stopped beating, but it is still extremely hot,
It is filled with the monster's hot blood.
"Hehe, not bad!"
Marquis Jingshan showed a satisfied smile and made a light stroke with his palm.
puff!
A huge knife cut open the entire heart from top to bottom.
Massive amounts of blood poured down.
The wooden chair was suddenly submerged in the blood.
not far away,
Li Qingshan's expression moved slightly.
He finally understood that the bloody pulp on the wooden chair was not accidentally stained.
But Marquis Jingshan was watering it specially.
"A memorial ceremony?"
Li Qingshan guessed in his heart.
The wooden chair is just an ordinary chair, there is nothing magical about it.
Rank Eight monster's painstaking efforts are worth a lot of money.
But Marquis Jingshan used it to water shrubs and chairs without any distress, and he did so for a hundred years.
This is more like a ritual, a kind of memorial.
Obviously,
This is related to the story of the wooden chair.
"Little guy, if you don't want your help to be in vain, take it back and eat it!"
Li Qingshan came to his senses,
A piece of meat the size of a washbasin was floating in front of him.
There was no trace of blood on the meat, and it was all crystal clear.
"Between the eyebrows!"
Li Qingshan recognized him at a glance.
Look at the monster corpse again,
Sure enough, the horn has been chopped off.
There is a piece of space at the junction of the skull.
Marquis Jingshan held a piece of meat of the same size in his hand.
The flesh between his eyebrows was split into two by him.
Marquis Jingshan looked at Li Qingshan and reported his name first, then looked at the monster's wounds.
He was suddenly stunned and said in surprise:
"Can you recognize this?"
“Are the textbooks now so detailed?”
"Maybe it's because the books I read are more complex!"
Li Qingshan raised the piece of meat and said goodbye.
"Thank you, Lord Marquis. I'll go back first."
He didn't see it in the Blue Star textbook, but the ancient records of Qinghui Realm.
Although the Split Wind Horse is generally used as a mount, it does not mean that no one has killed it.
There are two most precious things in the Split Wind Horse, the horn and the flesh between the eyebrows.
Unicorn can be regarded as a good Artefact Refining material because of its unique ability.
As for the flesh between the eyebrows, the energy and blood it contains is not as good as the flesh on the heart, but it is gentler than the flesh on the forehead.
Even ordinary people can eat it,
But its real value lies in its taste.
Split Wind Horse Eyebrow Meat, an Apex Level ingredient widely circulated in the ancient Qinghui world.
There are even poachers who are so bold as to poach the boss's mount just to get a piece of meat.
"I didn't expect that even after a hundred thousand years, I could enjoy the same taste as the ancient boss."
Li Qingshan looked at the piece of meat in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and slowly flew towards the top of the cliff.
When flying near the window,
Seeing the intact floor-to-ceiling glass in front of me,
Li Qingshan showed a helpless smile.
“Director Zhu’s actions are too fast!”
In less than twenty minutes, the glass had been replaced.
Fortunately, there is a small window next to it.
When he was about to climb through the window and go home, he suddenly stopped.
Behind the window, on the sofa in the living room, a pair of eyes stared over.
Zhong Ningyu!