Chapter 13 Pickled Gluttony
the next day.
When Feng Jiu came out of the room, he looked rotten.
Various flavors of fragrant, smelly, sour, and spicy are blended together, like a beggar who has slept in a garbage dump for ten days without taking a bath, and the whole person is marinated.
The two maids serving him looked at him with inexplicable fear, and wanted to cover their noses but dared not.
They tried to keep themselves away from Feng Jiu as much as possible, and the two of them maintained the same movement, holding their breaths and pursing their mouths, their little faces flushed, and when they couldn't hold it in anymore, they would take a sharp breath, and then, their faces would turn red. Putting on the mask of pain, beside Feng Jiu, it was as if breathing had become the original sin.
Feng Jiu was in high spirits, and he didn't care about the smell on his body. He took the stone locks he practiced in the yard and threw them up and down to test his strength.
The forty-jin stone lock was as light as nothing in his hands.
Seeing Duge come out of the room, Feng Jiu threw down the stone lock excitedly, and ran towards Duge, like a child showing off his achievements to adults: "Seventh brother, it's done, I'm done..."
A stench came over his face, Duge's face changed suddenly, and he rushed out far away with a whoosh sound. He pinched his nose with one hand, stretched forward with the other hand, raised a stop gesture, and said in a low voice: "Stop, don't come over."
The five senses include smell. If the maid can barely bear Feng Jiu's smell, Duge can't stand it at all. Feng Jiu's smell is like a biochemical weapon to him.
For the first time, Duge tasted the disadvantages of being sensitive to the five senses. If Feng Jiu will always have this taste in the future, he has to consider whether to give up this little brother...
Taotie is the son of a dragon, to be so spoiled by him!
What a talent!
Feng Jiu raised his sleeve and sniffed it, smiled awkwardly, and took two steps back: "Seventh Brother, it smells a bit bad! I'll take a shower in a while. I just want to tell you that your method is right. Laxatives, while binge eating, can really make me grow. In just one night, my strength has more than doubled, and my five senses have become sharper..."
Are your five senses sharp?
Leave me far behind, okay!
Duge was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Did you really drag and eat all night?"
The maid didn't know what to think of, her face twitched at that moment, and she retched a few times unconsciously.
"Well, you can't live without being crazy." Feng Jiu said excitedly, "This sentence really makes sense. Seventh brother, I have thought about it. My current situation is not suitable for traveling in the world. Why don't I stay and guard the house for you! I have found other heavenly demons outside, and I will deal with them..."
Hearing these words, the eyes of the maid outside Feng Jiu's house went dark, so she didn't faint on the spot. The two looked at Duge with pleading eyes, and their talking eyes seemed to be saying, please, take him away Bar!
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If you really eat and drink all the way, I really don’t want to take you. First, I can’t afford to lose that person, and second, I can’t smell that smell. Duge ignored the maid’s eyes and looked at Feng Jiu with a complicated expression. Not to mention, this guy is a ruthless stubble.
It's a pity that he was fooled and limped, and he went completely astray.
When he first crossed, it must have been a flash of inspiration to deceive his IQ!
If there are all such things in the simulation field, then his first prize is really worthless...
If his keyword is gluttony, he will probably focus on greed and viciousness!
However, Taotie is really not easy to grasp...
Don't listen to him calling himself Seventh Brother, and then stabbing himself in the back. He was kicked out of the simulation field, and he didn't know who to turn to for revenge. What if he also had two keywords?
Du Ge took Feng Jiu with him, hoping to learn from him what the real world is like?
Now that he has completely given up on this idea, he nodded at Feng Jiu: "Alright, you stay in Feng's house, and you have more resources, so going out with me is really not suitable. You go wash up first, come to me later, let's discuss it About future arrangements."
"Well, it just so happens that I have something to tell you." Feng Jiu smiled and said goodbye to Duge, and turned to find a maid to arrange hot water for him to wash.
Du Ge went to find Feng Yunjie, who would not be famous in martial arts for a while. He felt that he needed to prepare some throwing knives to make up for his shortcomings of not being able to deal with light kung fu masters. By the way, he told the Feng family to keep an eye on Feng Jiu and not let him It's too presumptuous, stab him in the back again, and gain experience for yourself.
Maintenance needs to be done, and the backstab cannot be dropped.
Mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are.
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Half an hour later.
Du Ge and Feng Jiu met in the back garden of Feng Mansion.
Both of them changed their clothes.
People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.
Duge was wearing a dark blue robe, with a long sword slung over his shoulder, and a leather pouch full of throwing knives around his waist. Feng Qi's appearance was ordinary, but Duge's modern temperament was there, confident and flamboyant , at first glance, he looks like a young chivalrous man, quite different from yesterday's tattered sparring partner.
Feng Jiu was wearing a pure white robe, and he looked quite flamboyant. He was young and handsome, and he looked like a young master from a wealthy family.
But a big cloth pocket on his body was full of food, and it was a big bag, which brought his temperament down a notch, from a young master to a landlord's idiot.
Du Ge is now the guest secretary of the Feng family, with a detached position. Without his orders, there would be no unscrupulous people following him, watching him like yesterday.
"Brother Seven, would you like some?" Feng Jiu took out a roast chicken from his cloth pocket, tore off a chicken leg, and handed it over with a smile.
"No, I've already eaten." Duge shook his head and resolutely refused. Whenever he saw Feng Jiu, the image of him eating and pulling flashed unconsciously in his mind, and he lost his appetite.
"Brother Seven, you're right." Feng Jiu glanced at Du Ge, smiled and stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth, tore off a piece of meat, chewed with puffed cheeks, and said while chewing, "Yesterday, I really broke my stomach. At that time, the pain made me roll all over the floor, thinking that I was going to die, but then I endured the pain and continued to stuff food into my mouth. The broken stomach was repaired , my physical fitness has also been greatly improved. At that moment, I understood the true meaning of gluttony, gluttony, I really want to be greedy, and I will succeed if I am greedy enough to support myself to death."
"Congratulations." Duge cupped his fists and asked casually, "Being so cruel to yourself, you must have awakened advanced skills, right?"
"How can it be that easy? It would be nice if one out of ten people has awakened advanced skills." Feng Jiu kept talking, threw the chicken bone into his mouth, chewed it up a few times and swallowed it, "It's true Brother Seven, your strength has improved by leaps and bounds, you must have awakened your skills, right?"
The frequency of chewing slowed down for a moment, the eyebrows twitched unconsciously, and the pupils dilated slightly...
Feng Jiu has covered it up very well, but he still hasn't escaped Duge's keen observation ability. This guy has definitely awakened his advanced skills!
He glanced at Feng Jiu meaningfully, and said, "I don't have either. It may be that the maintenance is only on the surface and has not been put into action! I really don't know what kind of advanced skills will be awakened by maintaining such a skill, or what kind of advanced skills will be awakened?" It’s not fun to have an assistant.”
Feng Jiu smiled: "Seventh brother, even if you don't have advanced skills, with your physical fitness and brains, it should be no problem to break into the top ten. Seventh brother, I haven't had time to ask, what is your ranking now?"
Duge clicked on the personal information, looked at the shining number one, and said casually: "Forty-nine."
Feng Jiu paused. He looked at Duge enviously, and said with a wry smile: "Sure enough, I made it into the top 50. Alas, people are worse than others! I ate desperately all night, tossing myself to death, and the ranking is only 200." A lot. You fooled around with a few casual articles, and broke into the top 50. Compared with the students from your elite colleges, the students of our civilian colleges are far behind in the starting point. It is really not easy to catch up with hard work Up…"
(end of this chapter)