Chapter 727 My Concubine! Ja!

Gordon finally understood, "You mean, Pork Chop suddenly and for no reason gave Shizhu a very precious gift, and Shizhu felt embarrassed, so she didn't accept it but sent it back?"

"Not just embarrassed." Hayata said helplessly, "but this kind of behavior itself is easy to disgust unfamiliar girls.

Especially for Shizhu, who is more independent, maybe she originally had a good impression of Pork Chop, so it's hard to say now."

Feng Ying quietly raised her hand, "What will Shizhu think after receiving the gift? Why not ask Xianglan? After all, they are sisters, so they know more than us, right?"

Feng Ying rarely came up with a good idea, and everyone looked at Xianglan.

Xianglan was secretly putting her little paw into the pot, trying to get a piece of rock dragon tail out, but the meat pad was scalded by the soup, "Meow!" She retracted her paw.

Gordon used a soup spoon to scoop a piece of soup onto the plate in front of it and asked, "So, what do you think your sister would think if she suddenly received a valuable gift?"

"Meow? My sister meow?" Xianglan licked her paw and thought for a while, "She would probably think that Pork Chop is disgusting meow?"

"Disgusting meow?!" Pork Chop looked like he was struck by lightning.

Xianglan used her paw to rub some of the delicious soup and continued to lick it, "Because my sister is also very cute meow, with a good personality and a decent job, and there are many people pursuing her meow.

My sister told me to be wary of unprovoked kindness meow, and those who are trying to please her are either bad guys or perverts meow."

Everyone fell silent, and Pork Chop seemed to be petrified.

"Well, I have to say, what Miss Shizhu said makes sense." An Xier laughed dryly and patted the stiff back of the pig chop, "You hit the point very accurately."

Hayata didn't know what to say. She was hesitating whether to return the bottle of Mu Tian Liao wine to the pig chop. Drinking it to her heart's content is also a solution?

Feng Ying poured herself a piece of Yanlongwei.

Only Gordon was consoling her seriously. He kneaded his chin and said, "I think you may still have a chance."

The pig chop turned his neck with a creaking sound and looked at him.

Gordon racked his brains and organized his words, "First of all, you have to be confident. You are a high-quality Elu, and your appearance is also pleasing among your kind, right?"

"That's right, meow." Xianglan commented objectively, "It's a pity that there is a scar on the forehead, which disfigures it, meow."

Hayata pinched Xianglan's mouth again to prevent this guy from continuing to attack Zhuchop intentionally or unintentionally. At the same time, she was also enlightened by Gordon, "Our Zhuchop is a hunting cat. A few scars are a symbol of battle experience. It doesn't matter."

Perhaps praise is more effective than alcohol?

Gordon continued, "And you are tall and strong. There are not many Elu taller than you, right? Not to mention your strength, there are not many hunting cats stronger than you in the whole of East Doruma.

You are also good at cooking, emergency medical treatment, bomb design, and even alchemy. How many Elu can compare to you?"

An Xier joined in, "To be honest, I have never seen an Elu better than Zhuchop. Your record is enough to scare people to death."

Feng Ying, who was competing with Yanlongwei, also gave a thumbs up.

Hayata held Xianglan's head and rubbed it for a while. The latter finally compromised and muttered, "Good meow, good meow, I just exaggerated.

It shouldn't be disgusting. If the sister feels disgusted, she will throw the gift away instead of sending it back."

"Meow?" Zhuchop's ears trembled.

"Listen to me, take it step by step."

Ansel, who looked like a seasoned lover, began to say something that sounded reasonable, "Start with knowing each other, take it step by step, communicate, correspond, find common interests, and then prepare some small gifts or something."

Gordon's idea was more direct and straightforward.

"Ansel's new armor will probably take some time to come. Everyone has nothing to do recently, right? How about we go to Rocklark?"

Pig Chop finally recovered his spirits.

Its previous depression was not just because of a broken heart, but more out of self-doubt.

Pig Chop is not the kind of cat with a strong nature. It can even be said that he is a little timid and unconfident. When he first met Gordon, he would be scared even if he saw someone who looked a little fierce.

The hunting experience over the years has made it grow rapidly. The cowardice of the past has long disappeared. It is even a little arrogant. To put it in an exaggerated way, at the moment of sending the gift, it even thought of the name of the child.

However, Shizhu's polite but cold response made it fall back to the ground with a thud. It began to reflect on itself, seriously reflect, reflect further, reflect too much, and then it became depressed.

It was the praise of its companions and Hayata's "Female Psychology Analysis" that pulled its mood back. It was not that it was too lecherous, but its method was stupid.

I should be considered a high-quality meow!

After recovering its mood, Pork Chop suggested canceling the trip to Loklak because it knew that Anshil had something to do in East Doruma.

It had already found its self-identity, so it was not so necessary to go to the Dust City specifically. It was not a bad idea to try communication.

But Gordon still did not plan to cancel this trip. Not only Pork Chop, but Xianglan also missed her sister. At the very least, it could be regarded as a long-awaited vacation and it would be nice to relax.

As for what Anshil had to deal with, it was actually not a problem. In short, his sister, Ms. Jessica, sent a waiter to the door.

She said she wanted him to go home, well, it meant the big house, not the "little house" he bought with his pocket money.

Anhil was a little too lazy to go back at first, but considering his prodigal behavior of sending bills home from time to time, he had no choice but to hold his nose and admit it.

Ms. Jessica is very particular about rituals. She sent invitations to her brother's friends, including cats and dogs, by delivering invitations.

Gordon, who had nothing to do and was alone, did not refuse, and Feng Ying was even more looking forward to it. She was deeply impressed by the "Stirling House Family Banquet" she tasted when she first arrived in East Doruma a few years ago.

It's a good idea to eat for free!

That night, everyone in the Silverborder Hunting Group dressed in "hunter's formal attire", that is, armor, went to the Sterling Mansion for a banquet.

Feng Ying was very happy along the way. When she approached the door of the Sterling family mansion, the familiar laughter that greeted her made her stop.

"Yo ho ho ho—! Idiot Feng Ying! I finally caught you on my territory!"

Feng Ying: "."

The fist is hard.

Gordon and the others looked at Feng Ying's expressions of resistance with some amusement.

The young girl in a gorgeous dress, with golden curly hair that shone in the night sky, ran up to Feng Ying with her skirt in hand.

Without the normal hand-holding and hugs that normal best friends should have when they meet again after a long separation, the girl came to a stop two or three steps in front of Feng Ying and looked at the latter several times.

Feng Ying pretended to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, and pointed the small fan in her other hand at the prison wolf dragon headdress on Feng Ying's head, and burst into sharp laughter again.

"Yo ho ho ho—! The short winter melon has completely stopped growing? Are you already using this kind of headdress to cover up your height?"

The veins on Feng Ying's forehead jumped wildly. The identity of the other party was not important to her. She strode up, grabbed the girl's slender arms and waist, and tripped her and put her to the ground.