Chapter 1544 Beansa’s Boiled Noodles

"Xiaofan lies to you, I will bite you!"

Seemingly aware that I was trying to bite someone, the little ghost was angry and bit me in turn. (--Net.)

This is really a waste of money.

After leaving a clear tooth mark on my shoulder, the little ghost squeaked and returned to the necklace. His eyes fell on old man Gallen. He finally recovered from the unbearable memory and coughed a few times.

, reluctantly regained its prestige.

"Hmph, boy, do you still want to use this trick? Let me tell you, I am no longer the same person I used to be. I can make noodles and other things myself, so I don't need to bother Alice."

As he spoke, his expression became proud, and he put one hand into the cloak, as if there was something hidden in it that made him proud but deeply afraid, and he would not easily take it out to show others, such as a gun, until the critical moment.

Why do I first think of the moral bottle? Sure enough, my thoughts are out of touch with those of normal people?

"You probably don't know yet, what kind of tricks I have become in the third world."

"Appreciate further details."

Famous? Could it be that he won a certain leg hair length competition with absolute strength and was known as the number one leg hair fairy in the Dark Continent? This is really amazing, at least he is the number one in the Dark Continent.

"I'm afraid you'll be shocked if I tell you..." Old Man Gallen snorted and covered his cloak with both hands, grabbing both sides of his chest. If he pulled it to both sides to reveal the "s" on his chest, that would be God.

Made.

But he didn't finish the action. He looked very impressive one moment, and immediately turned into a mouse crossing the street the next moment. As if he smelled the cat's breath, he suddenly became anxious and restless, and his eyes flickered.

"Boy, let's do this this time. Let's talk next time. Remember, remember, never mention my affairs to that little Raphael, let alone tell her that I am in the camp."

After saying that, without waiting for me to say anything, he turned around and disappeared into the alley where he appeared before.

Why did you run away, Raphael?

Questions just flashed through my mind, and I was hesitant to catch up, when suddenly there was a sound of light footsteps behind me.

Looking back, wasn't it that the very beautiful Raphael was standing behind him with a sweet smile?

"Hmm, little Wu, you are quite vigilant. Not bad." She stepped forward and patted my head approvingly.

"Just so so." I answered with a dry smile.

It turned out that old man Galen had just noticed Raphael's approach, so he suddenly said those words and jumped out of the way. He sensed Raphael's arrival two or three seconds earlier than me.

Even though it is only two or three seconds, Raphael's strength is not weak, and the camp is not big to begin with. These factors make the difference between two and three seconds become particularly prominent. This is probably the realm of domain and world power.

The difference.

Having said that, he didn't seem surprised at all that I appeared here. I knew from Akara that he might have come to the third world. What about him? Could it be that he was sneaky at the welcome party last night?

Sneaking in to eat and drink, and found me accidentally? Well, you must ask clearly next time you see me.

After thinking about it, I decided to keep it a secret for the time being, and not tell Rafael about it to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"What's the matter, Master Raphael?" Suddenly I saw Raphael walking around me and coming to the corner in front, looking between several alleys, and I asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing. It's probably an illusion. I always feel like I smell a breath of extremely high value." Raphael said this, but he still shrugged his nose without giving up, like a puppy, and finally

If you don't notice anything, you can only give up. (--wang.)

I:"……"

This guy is indeed Akara's best friend, and he doesn't even hide his appearance of being a capitalist who exploits workers. No wonder old man Gallon is running so fast. It seems that both of us are suffering.

Thinking of this, I rarely felt a little pity for old man Galen.

"By the way, Master Raphael, why did you come here suddenly? Do you want to find me? Is there something wrong?"

"That's right, just to find Xiao Xiao Wu. As for what, of course I'm taking you home." Raphael stopped searching, came back and took my hand, holding it tightly, for fear that I would

It seems like it will be thrown away.

"Wait a minute, Master Raphael, I don't think I can understand what you mean. What is [collar]?"

"Literally, not only Xiao Linya, but also Akara's letters have said it several times, saying that Xiao Wu, it's easy for you... ahem, I often forget to go home, so I have to do this."

"That's not it. That's not what I said. Grandma Akara said that I was easy. It's so annoying!" The man's sixth sense told me that Akara definitely said something rude in his heart.

"It's getting so late, and Xiao Linya is very worried about you. I couldn't bear to see the restless little Linya, so I came out to look for you. Isn't that okay?" Raphael changed the topic and immediately put himself in the situation.

He was on the side of justice, as if my good intentions were not rewarded.

And it even used Linya's name, so I can't say anything, damn it.

I had no choice but to follow Raphael home obediently, but at least I shook off her hand, otherwise it would be embarrassing to be led home like this by her.

On the other side...

"Teacher, why are you so panicked?"

In an old inn outside the adventurer activity area, Galen's figure hurriedly flashed past, sneaking in through a window without anyone noticing, and then quickly closed the window door.

Turning around, Beansa, a student with black hair and eyes, exuding a cold aura, whose true identity is Azmodan, the original sin demon, was tilting his head slightly, looking at the teacher's strange behavior in confusion.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" "Don't say anything, maybe Raphael has noticed something and secretly followed you."

Old Man Galen quickly made a silent gesture, like a secret agent, pressing his body against the wall next to the window, peering out of the corner of his eyes to see what was going on.

It lasted for a while, then he breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure it was safe, patted his cloak, and strode over.

"Well, Biansha, what are you doing?"

I saw a cheap student I picked up on the road, squatting on the ground at this time, twisting together five or six branches as thick as a baby's arm, and lighting a small bonfire. A few corners were missing, and it seemed to be from the garbage dump.

She found the old pot and placed it directly on the campfire. Steam was rising from the missing corner. Gallen couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Beansa has been with the teacher for several months, right?" the devil girl proudly puffed out her petite chest.

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"I learned a lot from the teacher."

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Gallen thought seriously, but he never thought about what he had taught her.

"So Beansa feels that now is the time to show the results of learning to the teacher, that is, you people... ahem, that is what we usually call... well, that torture, right."

"I think you meant exams," Gallon corrected.

"Yes, uh-huh, it's just the exam. The teacher is really amazing. He can even remember such profound words. (--wang.)" The devil girl looked at her teacher with admiration.

"This is nothing, teacher, I have something more powerful."

The teacher's strictness that he had just lost in front of another student was now found in the person in front of him. Galen suddenly trembled, his eyes were different, he stroked his beard and looked like an old scholar who was going to ride the wind back and drive west.

appearance.

"So, that...that test...torture?"

"It's an exam. Hey, tell me, what exactly do you want to take the exam like?"

"Of course the teacher taught Beansa before."

"Ahem, um... I have taught too many things. I need to explain clearly which ones they are." Galen asked a little guilty.

"Spice." The devil girl said innocently.

"It turns out it's the spices. Well, yes, that's right. It's the spices that teach me the most."

"And boil noodles."

When he first heard these three words, Galen groaned, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground in fright.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

"No...it's nothing." Galen shook his head and held his abdomen, forcing a smile with difficulty.

I had just met the ghost and recalled that dark history. Now when I suddenly heard the words "cooking noodles", Galen still couldn't eat anymore and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Then let's take a test, how does it taste? Well, it seems to be very fragrant, just right for dinner."

He calmed down, walked up, and squatted next to the pot like Beansa, sniffed it, and couldn't help but smile when he smelled the fragrance.

Anyway, nothing can be worse than the diamond noodles, and the taste... seems to be very good.

"It should be ready, please let the teacher comment." Beansa reached out with anticipation and saw the lid of the pot was lifted.

gallon:"……"

He saw a pot of dark, sticky substance being cooked under a campfire, bubbling like lava.

This isn't boiled noodles, it's a dark hot pot.

"Biansha, this...is this really boiled noodles?" Galen tried to force out another smile, but he found that he couldn't do it.

"certainly."

"Where are the noodles?" Gallen resisted the urge to lift the pot and continued to ask.

"Didn't the teacher teach Beansa? Different flavors must be perfectly blended together to make delicious noodles. Beansa remembered this sentence and had an idea when he was cooking just now. He thought, if not only

If the flavors are blended together and the ingredients are fully blended together, wouldn’t it be more delicious?”

"So what?"
To be continued...