For fat people, the most painful thing in the world is being hungry.
Even if he just hears that others are hungry, he will feel a kind of pity from the heart, and then develop a subtle sense of identification...even if the other person is just a worm.
Of course, the sense of identity generated by pity is very fragile - so fragile that when the fat man, who is the "trophy collector" of the forgiveness hunting team, sees the empty head of the prey, it immediately disappears.
"frenzied!"
The fat man wore silk gloves with both hands, holding tweezers in one hand and a knife in the other. Facing the empty skull of the bull demon, his face turned pale with anger and his whole body trembled: "Don't flying centipedes only eat brains? Why do they ruin cows?"
Demon’s eyes!”
"When calculating the score, the weight of this pair of tricks can reach more than 20%! How was it ruined by a bug?!"
"It's fine if it eats it... Anyway, if the fertilizer doesn't flow to other people's fields, it can also increase the combat effectiveness of our hunting team."
"But it just poked out the eyeballs and messed them up, so what the hell!"
"It's such a terrible thing! It's such a waste!"
What aroused Fatty's anger was naturally Zhang Jixin's flying centipede. Although it intercepted the blue bird's sword shadow, as the 'pet' of the Forgiveness Lord Hunter, no one would care about its behavior of stealing food privately.
But when the golden light returned to the box and Fatty Xin began to dig out the heart, peel off the skin, and collect the loot, conflicts arose.
The flying centipede had some unknown idea. After sucking the bull demon's brains, it actually poked two small holes in the bull demon's eyeballs, allowing the demonic essence in the eyeballs to escape.
This naturally aroused great dissatisfaction from the ‘trophy collector’ of the Exoneration Hunting Team.
Zhang Jixin seemed a little disapproving of the fat man's talk.
"It's still young and has just grown up, so don't be so harsh on it...Besides, we're not really competing now."
The red-faced wizard held the small box of the flying centipede, his eyes were shining, as if he wanted to slip in with the golden light and see what was inside: "...Instead of paying attention to the two tattered eyeballs,
It's better to sit down and think carefully about how to escape from this damn hunting ground. I don't want to feed that big-mouthed grunt at night."
His words were well-founded and made the fat man speechless.
"Even if you are right...but this bull demon is the hunting team's trophy after all. What your bugs ruined were not the two eyeballs, but the golden beans!" The fat man pulled the horns of the bull and cut it hard with a knife.
Holding the cowhide, he said through gritted teeth.
His statement is not an exaggeration.
In the wandering bar on the pedestrian street of Beta Town, there is a small blackboard hanging all year round for purchasing various demon 'parts' - whether it is demon eyes, hearts, demon blood, demon bone powder, demon skin, meat, scales, etc.
The price is clearly marked, so no one can be deceived.
If the quantity of goods provided is large, the price is still negotiable, and some buyers may even pay for the goods in advance.
The reason why demon flesh and blood is so popular is that this creature is the only magic-rich creature in the wizarding world that can be hunted in large quantities and traded openly.
Raising a herbal garden consumes tens of thousands of kilograms of magical bone meal fertilizer every year; conducting a Gu insect cultivation experiment consumes tons of magical flesh and blood; not to mention the ink used by wizards to copy spells in spell books.
, the heart sacrificed in the summoning formation - it is no exaggeration to say that the long history of magic is a history that discusses how to maximize the use of 'resources generated by demons'. [￥~ &*Free reading]
So much so that the famous wizard Karl Strauss wrote this in the preface to "The Philosophy of Magic": "...Magic comes into this world, from head to toe, and every pore is dripping with blood and filth.
s things……"
With such a huge demand, even if there are thousands of hunting teams hunting monsters in the multi-dimensional world, it will be difficult to support the continuous demands of the wizards at the rear. It is no wonder that the wizarding world holds more and more monster hunting competitions every year, with rewards.
It’s also getting richer and richer every year.
"Although the flying centipede destroyed the cow demon's eyes, it left a complete cowhide." Xiao Xiao's voice rang from the side, interrupting the fat man's rambling: "...If we follow our previous plan, this beast will
The bull demon’s skin is definitely incomplete.”
"And a complete cow demon skin is not only an important prop for the 'Bull Transformation Technique', but also an indispensable component of a high-level flying carpet. From this point of view, the flying centipede is not a problem.
bad thing."
"This is what is called the source of blessings and misfortunes, and the source of disasters and blessings." Zhang Jixin shook his box of flying centipedes triumphantly, and quoted a few famous quotes for the first time: "In other words, this is the mulberry tree that was lost in the east and harvested in the east.
It is also."
The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and was about to say something taunting, when another golden light popped up from the box in Zhang Jixin's hand, and suddenly shot into the grass not far away.
This sudden change immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"What's going on?!" Zheng Qing, who was immersed in copying spells, was awakened by the fluctuation. He suddenly stood up and looked around sternly: "Who is casting magic? Didn't I remind you before that this is a silent period? It attracts monsters.
what to do?!"
Fatty and Xiao Xiao both pointed at Zhang Jixin.
Zhang Jixin held the box in his hand, his red face turned purple, and he even stuttered when he spoke: "No, don't care about my business... It was fine just now, but it suddenly flew out again..."
"So, if a child has a cold or a cough, it's probably not good. Most of the time it's just an act. Just give it a good beating." The fat man pretended to cough twice and added, "It's the same with bugs."
Zhang Jixin twitched the corner of his mouth and glared at the fat man.
As he spoke, the golden light shot back from the grass and hid in the box again.
Zheng Qing frowned, looked at the box for a few times, then walked a few steps to catch up to where the flying centipede had just landed, parted the grass and took a look.
"It's a snake demon."
He straightened up and looked back at the other hunters who were excusing him. He held the tail of a small snake about a foot in his hand and shook it in mid-air: "It is probably because the demonic energy is too weak and the intensity is not even 1, so there is no
Detected by the surrounding warning signs."
"Another one?" Zhang Jixin scratched his head, with a confused expression on his face: "Why are there still demons rushing to die... Shouldn't it be us who are chasing the prey throughout the hunting ground?"
"Maybe this is just waiting for the monster?" the fat man said with a smile.
"The one waiting here may not be a rabbit, it may also be a giant dragon." Xiao Xiao sat up straight, with a worried look on his face, but suddenly mentioned another thing: "I don't know if you have noticed that cow.
When the demon first appeared, it sniffed around, as if looking for something."
"It's not me." Lan Que smiled coldly.
Everyone was so convinced that they couldn't help but laugh.
"It's not that vine demon either." Fatty Xin ruled out another possibility. At the same time, he took off the silk-skin gloves on his hands and threw them into the magic fire used for divination in front of Xiao Xiao, sparking a cloud of sparks.
He had completely peeled off the cowhide, rolled it into a roll, and stuffed it into his watch. As for the cow demon's heart, blood, etc., he had already collected them, soaked them in standard protective fluid, and kept them together.
Xiao Xiao glared at the fat man and used the branch in his hand to stir the fire, so that the green flames in front of him calmed down again.