Chapter 829: Pig cry

Listening to Dewey's tone, I always felt a particularly terrifying sense of seriousness, as if something that shocked the world would be told in seconds.
Ever since, I sat in a distressed situation and kept comforting myself in my heart: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, even if the sky falls, I will hit the tall man first.
I just kept comforting myself like this, and waited for Dewey's next second speech.
However, the second half of his sentence was hesitant to say it, and I had to wait patiently.
After all, the elders should be more respectful when they speak, especially if he is still a great help to me financially, I have to be the most polite.
However, the second half of Dewey's sentence is like a kite with a broken line. I don't know which horn was blown by the wind, and I can't wait no matter what.
After a few minutes, I began to fidget: I haven't heard for so long... Are you in the mood to talk? Or are you trying to calm down the waves in your heart? Could it be said that this matter is really quite serious?
I waited patiently for a few more minutes...There was still no sound.
I frowned, feeling a little restless: Why haven't I said anything? Could it be because things were so difficult that he couldn't bear the pressure in his heart and fainted?
Or maybe it was because of too much pressure that caused him to have some old problems that he couldn't talk, so that he couldn't make a sound?
I started to think like crazy.
At this moment, I heard an unpleasant voice, which sounded like a pig barking, long and tactfully, destroying people's minds!
Damn it! What a sound!
I was shocked immediately, and the call crystal in my hand was almost thrown out.
Fortunately, I have at least experienced strong winds and waves, and have struggled back from the edge of life and death many times. Panic is panic, but at least I still have some calmness.
But the voice just now was really too awkward, and it didn't seem like a human could make it.
Could it be... Dewey was attacked by a monster?
With a tight heart, I hurriedly picked up the call crystal and listened carefully again. There was another weird pig cry, louder than the previous one!
This time the pig call, I heard it completely, only to realize that there was a residual sound at the end of the pig call. The residual sound was accentuated and faltered, returning to a human-specific sound, that is...breathing.
When did the pig barking and breathing mix together?
I am puzzled: Is Dewey holding a pig in his arms? Or is there a pig threatening Dewey not to speak?
As I was thinking, there was another sound, also beginning with a pig cry, tactfully in the middle, and ending with an accented breathing.
Holding my breath, I listened to it several times, and suddenly it was an excitement: shouldn't it...Is this guy asleep?
To the microphone, I called out several times: "Dewey? Master Dewey? Hello, are you listening?"
It was still a steady breathing and a strange sound like a pig cry.
My eyes twitched and a black line hung up. At the same time, I finally understood why Dewey has been single until now. Even if I have money, which woman can withstand the snoring of a man next to him like a pig?
"Xiaoyi, what's the matter with you? I don't seem to be happy?" Phoenix finished playing the cards, staring at me and asked.
"Nothing" I chuckled and said, "I just heard a scream of pigs, and I felt a little upset."
"Pig calls?" Phoenix mumbled, "Do we have pigs here?"
"No," Barbara moved her ears, tilted her head, thought for a while, and affirmed: "No."
"Did Xiao Yi have a hallucination?" Lilea asked.
"It's possible" Yura said.
"Remy, sing a song to Xiao Yi to stabilize the restless mood" Kagali said casually.
"Ah~~~~~~~~..."
Remy immediately let go of her singing voice and sang a song to me, her voice turned softly, her intonation undulated, and it was so addictive that she couldn't help herself.
After a song, I just woke up for a long time, and I unconsciously compared this moving song with Dewey's terrifying purr, and I felt that Dewey's terrible purr was terrifying, especially the pig cry in the first half, which was simply vivid The image, at first hearing, can't tell whether it is Dewey's purring or a real pig cry.
"Buy you bacon rolls tomorrow!"
I waved my hand and made a decision: Anyway, Dewey's snoring sound is like a pig cry, so it is assumed that the pig is Dewey's relatives. Since you can't do anything with Dewey, then take his'pig relative' and eat it. Pause, to relieve the anger.
"Okay, smoked pork rolls, smoked pork rolls~~" Leimi was very excited. She likes to eat smoked and grilled food.
"Where is my white fish?" Barbara asked, raising her voice.
"Well, the white fish is also grilled."
"Um~~ this is almost the same" Barbara was satisfied.
Early the next morning, I got up from the sofa, gently covered Remy with the quilt, opened the door, and sneaked out of the room.
The life of the elves is very regular. They go to bed very early at night, get up very early in the morning, and the commercial street opens very early. It is just five o'clock and the shops in the commercial street have opened one after another.
I bought a dozen white fish, a lot of pastry pudding, and a few large slices of bacon.
Opened the door, entered the kitchen, and started to get busy.
At half past five, Florence came out of the room and walked towards the kitchen with a sigh of relief. As soon as I entered the door, I was shocked. She wondered: "Xiaoyi, what's the matter with you? It shouldn't be sick. Right?"
"No," I said, grilling white fish and frying pork slices.
"Then what do you have to do for dinner?" Florence asked puzzled.
"Oh, Kagali and the others want to craftsmanship. It just so happens that I don't have anything to do, so I just show him his hand." I said, I smiled at Florence and said, "I don't have the craftsmanship of my sister-in-law. ."
"Well," Florence looked at the bacon pie in the pan, then at the white fish I grilled, and said, "Isn't the craftsmanship very good? If the one in my house has half of your craft, I will Contented."
"Don't, don't you say that" I embarrassedly said, "Brother Zach is different from me. He is more good at things in the guild. As for things in life, don't you still have you, because Because of the dependence on you, Big Brother Zach gave up the skill of cooking. If you have to say it, this is actually an expression of love."
"Just you kid who can talk" Florence smiled happily.
"Okay, okay, you go back and rest first, I can easily do this in the kitchen by myself, so I won't bother you to do it."
Florence sighed and said, "Well, I'll rest for a while, and I'll get Zac up again when you go to the dungeon."
"Don't be so hurry, you may not be able to go to the dungeon to clean monsters today," I said: "It took a lot of energy to clean monsters yesterday, and we came back quite late. I guess they have to sleep late today to get up, and ah, even Get up, I don’t think Kagali will organize a guild to hunt monsters in the dungeon."
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