Seeing that the sand sculpture was shot, Stanley stuck his head out from under the carriage to observe the movement and shouted excitedly.
"Bang!"
The sand sculpture that was shot in the chest fell from the air and fell on a small slope, creating a shallow crater.
The dust was rising, and its golden wings were still flapping randomly on the red soil, obviously it was not dead yet.
"Whoa!"
The sword flashed, blood splashed out, the bird's head fell to the ground, and Renn killed it neatly.
Then insert the Demon Hunter 7-style long knife back into the holster on your back.
He grabbed its wings and lifted it up. He weighed it and found that it was quite heavy. He estimated it to be about 20 kilograms.
There is no doubt that this is a big eagle!
Susanna, wearing a red leather jacket, trotted over, glanced at the beheaded sand sculpture, and moved her lips: "Little brother, your shooting skills are good."
"My little brother's shooting skills are really good. One shot into the soul can kill someone every time!" Ren shrugged and continued teasing: "You two are too incompetent, don't you even use Force firearms?"
"Actually, it's not necessary. The sand sculpture's feathers are not unlimited. If you avoid it for one or two rounds, they will retreat." Garcia lit a cigarette and walked over steadily.
Rolling her beautiful eyes at Ren, Susanna pursed her lips and added: "You must be the stupid son of a rich family. The maintenance fee for Force firearms is very expensive!
One magic hunting bullet costs one silver coin. How much money will you make if you miss a few more bullets? People like us, unless we are content with the status quo and don't plan to be promoted, we won't have any money."
Ren was stunned and suddenly realized that although it took him two months to move bricks in this world, his path to transcendence actually started from a very high level.
From the beginning, he was regarded as a born awakener at the beginning of the third level. Even if he only joined the Demon Hunter Association at first, the association gave him free guidance and half-price equipment.
This is actually a kind of investment. Renn will eventually choose to join the association, and this is also the reason why the Witcher Association treats him well.
After that, he met the rich woman Catherine. He took a risk and killed the Red Witch and made a lot of money. The house was settled and Catherine gave him the rune book.
Even the old goat took good care of him. When he was learning the Bolrag runes, Renn received his patient guidance.
But Susanna and Garcia are different from him. They probably all started from the first level, and their journey has been quite bumpy, and they have been living their lives carefully.
In this world, he is obviously smoother than before. Although it is dangerous in battle, the road outside of battle is smooth. Now, even a princess like Kesha is his girlfriend.
Is it possible that Brexit is a change of fortune?
"I'm not a wealthy person, I'm just lucky. By the way, can this thing be eaten?" Ren held up the sand sculpture in his hand and changed the subject with a smile.
Her eyes lit up, and Susanna licked her lips: "Of course, I've eaten it several times, and it tastes great!"
Ren's face lit up with joy and he shouted: "Good luck, let's eat chicken tonight!"
He has never eaten eagle meat, let alone an extraordinary beast. In the world of giants, the worst offender is actually the Five Zang Temple, which does not eat meat very often.
"Oh my god, why did you kill it?"
Holding a camera, a folklorist in a blue suit hurried over, his face pale with shock: "My head has been chopped off, it's completely hopeless now, this is a precious animal!"
The scholar took a camera and took pictures of the sand sculpture, looking distressed.
Ren rolled his eyes, threw the sand sculpture on the ground, and pointed at the groom on the other side, who was covering his arm and wailing: "Is it important to cherish human life no matter how much you cherish it?"
The folklorist was startled and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "Having said that, you have already shot it down just now. It is not a threat and can be captured alive."
"Why do you want to capture it alive? This eagle is very big and difficult to take care of. It's good to kill it and eat it. It has enough nutrition and can kill it seven times a night." Renn disagreed.
The folklorist's eyelids trembled, and he patiently explained: "The living sand sculptures are very valuable. If they are sold to noble masters and kept in captivity, they are worth hundreds of gold!"
The expression on his face changed several times, and he resisted the feeling of heartache. He stared at the dead fish eyes and asked: "Then do you think it can be saved?"
The scholar glanced at the headless sand sculpture, his face twitched, and he didn't reply. Is this so unclear?
Ren exhaled and looked at the headless corpse of the sand sculpture with pretense: "Brother Diao, I know you are born with pride, your head can be cut off, and your blood can flow. Give me freedom or die!"
So I gave you a pleasure, no need to thank me, and have a good time on your way to hell!"
Sand sculpture:(?○Д○)?
Garcia, who was puffing away at the smoke, twitched his face slightly, and coughed due to the smoke: "Ahem, it's already too cold, so I can only give him a toothache."
The thought of this made him a little angry. Ren slapped his thigh and glared at the scholar, Susanna and Garcia. They couldn't help complaining: "Why didn't you remind me earlier! I missed out on 100 million!"
Folklorist: “…………”
Garcia: "…………"
Susanna chuckled and covered her mouth: "You just rushed over and chopped off its head without mercy. You acted so fast that we didn't even have time to react!"
This is one hundred gold coins, which is more than you can earn from moving bricks in a year!
Ren took a deep breath, forced a smile and shouted:
"It's time for extra food! It's time for extra food!!"
My intestines are turning green, but there is nothing I can do about it. Brother Diao has already left, so I can only use it to wrap my belly.
The red sun is setting in the west and it is getting late. There is no hurry on the journey. After passing the canyon, it is not far away. There is no need to rush all night.
If everything goes well, we will definitely be able to arrive at Xiangcheng Town tomorrow afternoon, and the group will start preparing dinner.
The little old man who was a local doctor took out a gray handbag from the carriage and bandaged the wound of the coachman who had received a feather blade.
He first disinfected it with alcohol, then took out several bottles and jars, applied a black sticky ointment to the groom, and then tied a bandage.
Not to mention, the effect is quite good, and the groom's pale face due to heavy blood loss looks better.
Renn paid special attention to this skinny little old man. This man was no ordinary doctor. He had slight psychic fluctuations in his body, and he was probably a first-order transcendent.
As for Brother Eagle, leave it to Susanna. She is very familiar with the terrain and has good cooking skills. Ren can also cook, but he has never dealt with this kind of food.
She took the sand sculpture to a small pool in the canyon and cleaned it, plucking its feathers and removing its internal organs.
Time passed slowly, and at 7 o'clock in the evening, night had fallen, and a silver moon hung in the sky, with bright stars and bright moonlight pouring down.
The cool evening breeze blew away the heat, and everyone sat in a circle around the bonfire, each holding a small bowl and looking longingly at the simmering pork belly in the pot.
The pot was owned by the caravan, and Stanley and the others did not eat dry food every meal, but occasionally they would get some game and vegetable soup.
The firewood was picked up nearby by Ren and others.
Suzanne added some seasonings one by one, turning the spoon occasionally, and waited for an hour.
The rich aroma overflowed and aroused everyone's appetite. After the stew was cooked, everyone couldn't wait to start eating.
So delicious!
Ren devoured it, making his mouth full of oil. Otherwise, this pot of meat was worth a hundred gold coins!
It makes his heart hurt just thinking about it. It's too luxurious. If he doesn't eat more, he will feel unbalanced.
After eating and drinking, everyone sat around the campfire and chatted.
Cowboy Garcia covered his stomach, burped, and said with emotion: "It has been cooked for more than an hour, and the meat is still so firm. It's really strange!"
He has never eaten Sha Shou Pork before, but thanks to Torreen, he had a taste of it today.
"Wouldn't it be better to be tighter? It would feel better, wouldn't it?" Ren added quietly.
Garcia's heart moved, and he felt that these words were profound, implicit and meaningful, free from vulgar taste and full of philosophical thinking.
He looked intently at Ren and met those enigmatic eyes.
I checked with my eyes, it’s one of my own!
The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing!
