Chapter 169:

"Ah!" After opening his eyes with joy.
The sky is bright.
After Huan’s body trembled a little, it took a few deep breaths to calm down.
He turned his head: Auntie has left.
Instead of the aunt, next to him is a black egg, the little guy is not sleeping well, the little eyebrows are tightly wrinkled, and a small humming sound is heard from time to time in his mouth.
After climbing gently from the bed, this time, did not go outside to shower, he hid in the bathroom in the room to deal with personal hygiene problems.
There were a lot of traces on his body, and he wore a shirt. He only had one shirt, or was sent by Auntie, who had worn it from Yuma City before.
He did not see any flaws in his handling, and he went to the window and opened the window to ventilate.
The cool breeze in the morning came in, and the special smell of milk in the room was finally blown away.
"..." sighed silently, and then closed the window again.
I glanced at the black egg that was still frowning on the bed. After laughing and laughing, then I turned my head and stared at the door. He slammed and licked his lips. It seemed like he made a lot of determination. He forced himself. Touch the door handle and pull the door open.
Going to the location of the restaurant.
He is ready to see the aunt there, but -
Quietly, Auntie is not there.
I don't know if it was a little disappointing or a sigh of relief. After the tight back, I finally relaxed a little. But before he could relax completely, he suddenly noticed something on the floor, and the back of Huanhuan immediately straightened again!
Blood!
There is a big blood on the floor!
Not a piece - from the beginning of the door, it is a blood trail along the way!
After the joy was shocked, instinctively, he hurriedly ran in the direction of the increasingly densely packed kitchen, and then, on the kitchen counter, he saw a deadly Warcraft.
"Dwarf!" The hornhorn monster also woke up, and the reaction of Ji Huan was different. When he saw the scene on the ground, he first ran to the room of the grandchildren, confirming that the grandson was still sleeping, and did not see the grandson of the grandson. Still very anxious, until he saw the singer in the kitchen, he was relieved.
Then he had the heart to look at the Warcraft on the cooking table.
There is a lingering fear of the heart, and the face of the ignorant success is different, but the hornhorn monster is very calm and accepts the picture in front of you.
"Auntie is really polite, I can go back to dinner, and we have prepared breakfast for us. It is still such a precious ingredient~"
For the World of Warcraft, the horned demon has its own way of understanding, and he said as he walked toward the Warcraft corpse.
Following Huan:...
"Is that the case?" Following Huanhuan, he rolled up his sleeves and walked in the direction of Aye.
However, he soon wanted to understand: this is the green area, the foundation of their home is an extremely powerful monster, usually no one will come, not to mention yesterday, the aunt is still...
After the joy, he did not realize that in his heart, the person who gave him the greatest sense of security is actually an aunt.
Calm, calm, unpredictable, thoughtful... Auntie is the most powerful person he has ever seen.
When I thought of Auntie yesterday, he calmed down at once.
"This is the Zeyal beast. I have only seen it for so long. I have a hard time catching it, and it is very rare. It is valuable." Nowadays, I’m setting up a booth outside every day, and I have more touches. See you. There are more and more things to come, and Ah Ye can gradually turn around and show off to his grandson.
He is no longer the hornhorn monster that stayed in the mountains all day in the town of Bade, and did not dare to go anywhere.
"Oh..." After nodding, he nodded. He really didn't see this monster.
Working together with Aye, they started to deal with the body of this big guy.
"It’s a pity, blood flow so much, look at this blood volume, could have done a large piece of blood tofu! Little flower loves to eat blood tofu." Torn the wound of Warcraft a little more, the hornhorn magic to grandson Let's use a large bowl and then add some salt water. This is a simple blood tofu practice.
The earliest is the horn horn monster can not help but steal blood tofu to eat, he not only eats himself, but also to the grandchildren to eat, after the joy is not picky eaters, if you want to say that he likes to eat something, blood tofu is probably one.
However, the blood of the Warcraft they captured before is not suitable for blood tofu, or the blood is too little, or the color is too strange, now the blood of this head is suitable from all aspects, watching the grandson's hand full of a bowl of solidified tofu The shofar monster wants to let the grandson taste the taste of blood tofu today.
With a singer, he and his grandson also dismembered the Warcraft on the ground.
The meat of World of Warcraft is preserved according to the parts. Different parts correspond to different cooking methods. The local magic material is made of blood tofu by the ancestors and grandchildren. Similarly, the local monsters only left the viscera that they had to eat under the circumstance. They were very good at cooking the internal organs. As a good magical thing in Yefar, Abu and Najib did not eat viscera. I fell in love with this mouth immediately after eating the liver that was fried.
The liver of this monster is very big, and there are four full. After the joy, I immediately thought about how they cooked. Half of the fried, half of the fried, was taken away by Aye and shared by Naji, and the other half was brought by myself. To Adan; the remaining half is halogenated, on the halo before going to work, just enough to eat at night.
This morning, the black egg was eaten with tender and tender blood tofu.
Let’s lick it, the black egg smirked.
"The people in our family just love this mouth, come, Aye will give you another piece~" The old devil has a piece of music, and he has a small piece of blood tofu in the small bowl of the grandson.
After the grandson was finished, the grandson did not fall, and he himself ate the smallest piece left.
The beauty of the old, the old monsters chewed slowly and ate the small piece of blood tofu very cherished.
This morning, as the family has always been happy.
Until the horned demon had finished the last tofu, he gazed in the direction of the grandchildren: "How much oil is the black egg today?"
With the black egg of the succession: ...
The black egg is very satisfied and leans against it. After half a night of separation, the little monster now has a feeling of cherished feelings of "sweet in the middle of the night, such as three autumns."

After the beginning of a busy day.
And another man with the same scent on him is already sitting in his office.
With his hands crossed at the nose, he held his chin with two thumbs and supported the table with his elbows. He had maintained this position for a long time.
In the sense of the smell of the monster, the scent on his finger is very rich.
Especially for the black hair magic that the smell is originally developed than the general magic.
Sweet and greasy, with a mellow milky taste... This taste and the black hair monster seem to have too much feeling of the whole monster.
However, it smelled for a long time, but it was unexpectedly suitable.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." He whispered, but his posture did not change.
A red-haired female monster came in.
Her gorgeous evening dress was bloody, although the hair style was barely maintained, but the hair was already messed up.
"I don't know who ate the food with cocoa oil. The outside corridor is full of sweet and greasy taste, oh--" while closing the door, the female monster complained.
Cocoa is a very small World of Warcraft, half of its weight comes from fluffy hair, and most of the rest is derived from the oil in their bodies.
The oil is very delicious, many top dishes are made with cocoa oil, and some aromatherapy manufacturers use this oil as a raw material. Because of the excellent ductility of the oil, their use is now more and more More, but the price is high, can be enjoyed by all the rich and powerful money.
Halfway through the words, the voice of the female monster stopped short.
She suddenly realized the source of the taste.
Well, the richest demon in the whole building seems to be the front.
The mouth was pumping, and she took care of her horns and looked back to her boss.
His boss is a very delicate monster. As a male monster, he is almost overly concerned with the details of life. He likes to use spices very much.
Enchanted by the conservative monsters, they believe that the spices will cover up the original taste of the monsters, so that the monsters are inferior.
It stands to reason that the boss with a very good habit should be conservative, but he likes to use spices. He even bought a famous perfumery.
However, she has been the secretary of the other party for quite some time. She thinks that she is very clear about her boss's preference. This kind of sweet and greasy taste will not be liked by the other person as food or as a spice. How-
The sight of the female monster finally fell on the opponent's left hand.
Her sense of smell tells her that the taste comes from that hand.
If you continue to distinguish carefully, it seems to come from one of the three fingers...
She suddenly thought of another very wide-ranging use of cocoa animal oil. She carefully observed her boss and she suddenly realized it.
After a closer look, she really felt a subtle change in the breath of the other side.
The temperament of the boss... seems to have changed slightly.
It seems to be conservative by extreme abstinence and become a little bit...debauchery?
Well, as a female monster in the devil world, her experience is a bit more obvious. If Mrs. Roma is here, she can probably make this transition more accurate and straightforward.
"You...have seen a very pleasant night." The female monster finally chose a more conservative statement.
Then -
The black hair monster smiled slightly.
Changed his position, removed one hand, and he only used the remaining hand to hold his cheek - still the hand with a subtle taste.
He said: "You seem to have spent a very full night."
"Oh! Please allow me to say awkwardly~" The female monster exclaimed with exaggeration: "You left temporarily yesterday, leaving me alone to accompany the gentleman, hehe..."
"I dress so beautifully, not to discuss another female monster with him."
"The gentleman fell in love with a female monster, and also had a smooth relationship with the other party. In order to ask the other party for a marriage contract, he actually planned to personally hunt a Warcraft to make breakfast for the other party."
"I was not satisfied with finding a circle in the World of Warcraft. Finally, let me go hunting with him to hunt."
"My makeup! Styling! All ruined--" The female monster is obviously a little crazy: "I want to say, now the female monsters care about a breakfast, the next day I see a pool of meat is better to see A ring with a big gem is happy."
"Oh? Seeing the ring is happier?" The black-haired monster still smiled slightly.
"I want to say that the ring is not used, the most fun on the gem." The female monster was smashed and vented, and she immediately entered the working state.
"However, the news that you asked me to explore about Crower finally has clues..."
One step forward, the red-haired female monster whispered.
It was another tense working time. At about 3 pm, when the various documents work finally came to an end, the black-haired monsters had to change their clothes and prepare to go out. At this time, the red-haired female monster came over and notified:
"There is a monster named Kelvin who wants to meet you. Without an appointment, he has been waiting for a day downstairs."
This is the superficial information.
"While the monster is wearing a normal dress, but he has been holding a cloak in his hand, I feel... he should be the monster on the side of Yefar, and it should be the leader in the organization. It was very messy recently. I don't know if he came to see you for that reason..."
This passage is the analysis of the female monster. As a secretary, it is not enough to directly convey the news of the outside world. She must have her own intelligence network and flexible analysis through the information she can obtain.
She can analyze it incorrectly, but it is absolutely impossible to report the original situation to the boss.
As the secretary of the top rich (?), she thinks she has to keep all the information at hand.
Sure enough, after hearing her analysis, the black hair monster continued to sneer.
"Would you like to see him?" Unsure of the meaning of this smile, the female monster asked again cautiously.
Throwing off the jacket, the black hair magic turned and went to the locker room, with a hint of sweet milk in the air, and a cold rejection:
"No see."