022 Prepared Gifts

They came back not too late. Several big bags were hung on Bul-Kathos's body, and Jill was holding a small plastic bag in her hand.

The big bags were the ingredients and seasonings that Bul-Kathos bought, while Jill's small bag only contained a few packs of the cheapest snacks and a large can of milk.

This child is so mature that it makes people feel distressed.

The Ancient One, who had just arrived at the door of the blacksmith shop, looked at the two people, one big and one small, and couldn't help thinking.

Does Bul-Kathos have money?

If it is the currency of this world, it can be said that there is money, but it is not much.

But if it is just wealth, it may be that the wealth of the country of Wakanda is not as much as Bul-Kathos.

That kind of pure gold coin is not even a set of numbers for Bul-Kathos.

After all, the gold coin with so many digits that it is impossible to count has long been useless.

As for Wakanda's vibranium?

The weapons made of that kind of thing are indeed magical, but even the effect of the vibranium armor that Black Panther is proud of, Bul-Kathos can achieve it by making a wrist guard that is stronger than a "toy".

Having seen Bul-Kathos face death head-on, even that hand is still on the bedside table in Bul-Kathos' bedroom.

Who can do anything to such a powerful existence?

Those who have seen his power will choose one way, that is to coax him and avoid him.

"But how to stop those brainless guys?"

Gu Yi is having a headache about this matter.

Just like her overestimating her own abilities, there are many people in this world who are blinded by possible benefits.

"Okay, Jill, go put the things in the refrigerator, and then move freely in the house."

Bul-Kathos waved to Gu Yi, as a greeting.

Watching Jill run up the stairs, Bul-Kathos said to Gu Yi:

"This child is as sensible as all parents hope, but the price is too heavy."

Hearing Gu Yi's words, Bul-Kathos began to become a little sentimental.

You know, in his world, there are countless civilian children who watched their parents being torn apart by demons bit by bit, and even watched their own flesh and blood flow into the mouths of demons bit by bit.

At that time, he would only chop the demon to death without changing his expression, and then continue to look for the location of the next demon.

Perhaps at that time, he only had the idea of ​​killing the demon in his eyes, or he had never thought about these things at all.

When he was free, he began to recall and think, and he felt a throbbing pain from the bottom of his heart.

"You have prepared a gift for him, can I know what it is?"

In just a few days, after eliminating the grudge, the two had a better understanding of each other.

Bulkaso moved his lips mysteriously, but said nothing.

Because he knew that Jill was quietly listening to his conversation with Gu Yi on the stairs.

A small ruby ​​was handed from his hand to Gu Yi. Gu Yi looked at Bulkaso, and after getting the signal of consent, he watched it with his mind.

"There are such tribes in your world? It's incredible."

What Gu Yi saw was Bulkaso's memory of the Cow Pass, where the ferocity of the group of abyss demon bulls infected by the devil's breath shocked her.

When she saw that in the end, after Bulkaiso poured the spring water of heaven into the mouth of the surviving demon bull in order to taste this strange beef, the bull returned to its original posture and retained the ability to think, she was still shocked.

No matter what, she could not accept eating a species that could communicate with human language.

"You think too much!"

Bulkaiso shook his head. Could he accept chatting with the bull in the last second and putting it on the grill in the next second?

The demon bull and those ordinary cows had offspring, and these offspring were stupid to death, not even the intelligence of ordinary cows.

And they could not help people work at all. The only advantage was the extremely fast reproduction speed and delicious meat.

He still remembered that Jill said to drink more milk. Speaking of milk, Bulkaiso naturally thought of that strange tribe.

Although this population was originally raised on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, all life turned to ashes with the arrival of Masail.

Naturally, nothing was left.

But there were a lot of springs in heaven for Bul-Kathos. At that time, in order to make wine, he would always go to the high-level heaven to fill up a lot of spring water and leave.

For this reason, he confronted Imprus, an angel as reckless as a barbarian, more than once.

Since this spring water can turn the demon bull back to its original species, it can also work on ordinary creatures.

As for wisdom, there is no possibility of improvement.

If this spring water can improve wisdom, how could that idiot Courage be beaten all over by Diablo?

"I will bring you a cow, but how do you plan to raise it?"

Gu Yi looked at the mysterious Bul-Kathos with some curiosity.

"Raising? Isn't it just a matter of finding a spacious place to tie it up and feeding it with grass regularly to prevent it from starving to death?"

How could Bul-Kathos know about animal husbandry? Even when he was on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, he was trained as a warrior. How could he have time to let these warriors learn things other than fighting?

"Then I'll let the apprentices stay in the New York Temple. Anyway, there's a lot of space there, and they don't have anything important to do."

Gu Yi had to sell the apprentices' labor, after all, she also wanted to taste that magical milk.

According to Bulkaiso, that kind of milk can enhance the physical fitness of newborn barbarian children.

After understanding the physical fitness of native barbarian children, Gu Yi was still very interested in this milk.

"Then Jill will grow taller soon."

Gu Yi sat on the bench at the door of the blacksmith shop with a smile.

Before Jill came here, Bulkaiso would sit here and stare at the sky when he had nothing to do.

Here, you don't have to be bothered by the stuffiness in the house, and it's comfortable to blow the wind.

"Are you going to cook your specialty here?"

Gu Yi looked at Bulkaiso and asked with some concern.

For her, Bulkaiso's specialty is also a secret. As long as it is a life that can think, it will inevitably generate curiosity.

"Of course not. I will take you to Harrogath and hold a banquet there."

Although all the lives on the Holy Mountain have disappeared, the resources piled up in the cold snow are still there.

After all, death only takes away life. If even the processed food can be corroded, then Masail should be renamed the Archangel of Vanishing.