Chapter 3098 Specializes in Brewing Fine Wine

Some people are worthy of being friends, and some are only worthy of being partners—partners of interest.

At this point, Xilan is more suitable to be the former, Heloise and others are more suitable to be the latter, and the Blue Witch is more suitable to be a wife. As for Tuotuo, the little milk dog who only has milk is her mother, she can only Treat it as half a pet.

What is half a pet?

A dog is a whole pet. Its life trajectory is mainly divided into two parts. One is physiological needs, which refers to eating, drinking, littering, and mating. The other is psychological needs, which refers to loyalty to the king and protecting the owner. It also corresponds to that sentence. , the dog does not mind the poor family.

As for Tuotuo, it has no psychological needs and only respects physiological needs, so it can be regarded as half a pet at most.

In addition, it is not a bad idea to treat the Blue Witch as a pet.

This woman is a bit like a lazy cat, especially when it comes to eating and her changeable temperament.

But what makes her more stable than cats is that she is lazier.

Regarding this, I can happily accept it.

The main reason is not that I am too tolerant, nor that I am lazier than her, but that my fiancée, Barbara, is just as lazy as she is.

Since I can stand lazy Barbara, I can naturally stand lazy Blue Witch.

The only difference probably lies in the size of the share in the heart.

But weight is something that relies on accumulation and getting along, as well as the tacit understanding of being in touch with each other. These are cultivated slowly and cannot be rushed.

The maximum speed of a locomotive is constant. If it exceeds the speed, the locomotive will disintegrate, just like a model airplane with important parts removed and thrown on the cold marble floor. It shattered to pieces with a crash.

That scene was quite shocking, but after the shock, the Blue Witch, Tuo Tuo, and I had to walk to the next town, and it was very likely that there would be a terrible scene where no grass would grow wherever we went.

After all, we are foodies, and the food is stored in the trunk.

If the motorcycle is useless, what else can we do besides eating grass?

Speaking of eating grass, I have quite some feelings about it. I remember before I became an adventurer and before I was taken in by the landlady, I was poor and hungry, and because there were birds and beasts in the forest, I didn’t dare to enter the forest without permission, so I could only wander around the periphery, and wandering around made me even hungrier.

This man, once he is hungry and anxious, he can't care about anything.

At that time, I was eating flowers and grass, and finally survived.

For a period of time after that, I was eating flowers, grass, and tree bark. I even took pleasure in classifying the flowers, grass, and tree bark into categories: those that taste good, those that have an average taste, and those that don’t taste good. , the poisonous type, the highly toxic type.

In fact, the so-called poisonous and highly toxic are not accurate. They are determined based on the intensity of the reaction in the stomach after eating.

But my stomach is not so accurate, because some herbs that are not highly toxic but are responsible for excretion may be classified as highly toxic by me. The reaction is too severe.

And some weeds may be really poisonous, but because nothing happens to me after eating them, I will classify them as non-toxic.

Perhaps my immunity to toxins has come to the fore since then, because after the landlady took me in, I was lucky enough to borrow a lot of plant-related books from the library, and found many that were highly poisonous, but I couldn’t eat them. No-nonsense poison.

This has been my long experience of eating grass. Now that I think about it, I feel a little nostalgic, but if I were to try it again, I would definitely not agree to it.

For many things, enough is enough, and excess is never enough.

The locomotive was still driving smoothly, with only two bumps in the middle, and it hit two raised rocks one after another.

However, just these two bumps caused the Blue Witch to fall prey.

The girl was eating a lollipop when suddenly there was a bump and the lollipop hit her teeth mercilessly, causing her pain for a long time.

During the second jolt, she just picked up the cup to drink milk, and then she spilled it all over her body. Although her face was annoyed and her whole body was shaking with anger, it had to be said that the blue witch with the spilled milk was quite tempting.

It was impossible to get off the bus and change clothes. There were many towels but no spare clothes.

But I forgot to prepare. The distance between the two towns is only one day. There is no need to change clothes. It is not too late to change after taking a shower in the town.

I just didn't expect that something like this would happen on the road.

Precisely because of this matter, the Blue Witch was not happy at all. She neither ate nor drank. She puffed her cheeks and stared ahead with her eyes wide open.

I thought she was helping me find the way. Unexpectedly, when I was about to pass the third roadblock, she actually rolled down the window and spat hard.

Hey, this girl is quite vindictive.

However, the blue witch's expression improved significantly after she had spat at her, and she seemed to be angry.

I really wanted to grab her cheek and scold her: "You can compete with a rock. You are really capable."

But I was worried that the Blue Witch would fight me to death because of these words, so after thinking about it, I had no choice but to do it.

A few more hours passed and we arrived safely at the next town.

The motorcycle still has to be parked outside the city, mainly because there is no space inside the city.

Parking the motorcycle outside the city gate on the other side, we got off the car and walked lightly into the town.

This place is just as chaotic as the first town. The adventurers seem to have been fed up with gunpowder and are fighting each other in all kinds of ways. The fights are so bloody that the flesh and blood are everywhere, the corpses are everywhere, and the people are living in dire straits.

Fortunately, the food that these adventurers in the town eat is taken from countless villages, large and small. If it is up to these adventurers to farm their own food, then we should continue to play this way, and we will not wait for the difference in strength. Well, I'm absolutely starving to death.

By the way, the grain that the apostles eat is also collected from those people in the demon world, and the specially brewed wine that the apostles drink is all made from these grains.

If it weren't for the support from the farmers in the demon world, they would still be so famous and would have gone to the fields to farm.

I couldn't help but muttered maliciously.

While I was talking about it, what I was thinking about was the apostle’s special wine.

According to Xi Lan, the apostle's special wine is a rare treasure. Except for the apostle, it is extremely difficult for others to buy it even with money.

The taste, as long as you take a sip, will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

When saying this, Xi Lan did not forget to smash his mouth, as if he had drunk.

I did use these words to persuade him at that time.

Xi Lan nodded calmly and said, "I did drink, but only a few drinks."

I was very curious, so I asked Xilan when he drank wine.

Anyway, I don’t believe that the apostle would be kind enough to invite him to drink.