Chapter 829 Pig Blow

Listening to Dewey's tone, I always felt that there was a particularly terrifying sense of seriousness, as if he was about to say something big that would shock the world in a second.

So, I sat upright and kept comforting myself in my heart: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, even if the sky falls, it will hit the taller person first.

I just kept comforting myself and waiting for what Dewey would say next.

However, he was reluctant to say the second half of his sentence, so I had to wait patiently.

After all, when elders speak, the younger ones should be more respectful. Especially since he is a person who has given me great help financially, I have to be at least polite.

However, the second half of Dewey's sentence is like a kite with its string broken. It is blown to no corner by the wind, and it cannot wait no matter how hard it is.

After a few minutes, I started to feel restless: Was I in the mood to talk after being silent for so long? Or are you looking for ways to calm the turmoil in your heart? Could it be that this matter is really serious?

After waiting patiently for a few minutes, there was still no sound.

I frowned, a little uneasy: Why haven't you said anything yet? Could it be that the task was so difficult that he couldn't bear the pressure and fainted?

Or maybe it was because he was under too much pressure that he had some old habit of being unable to speak, so that he couldn't make a sound?

I started thinking wildly.

At this moment, I heard an unpleasant sound. It was like a pig's squealing, long and melodious, and destructive!

Damn it! What a sound!

I was shocked immediately and almost threw the phone crystal in my hand.

Fortunately, I have at least experienced strong winds and waves, and I have struggled back from the edge of life and death many times. I was frightened, but at least I still had some composure.

But the sound just now was really too scary, and it didn't feel like it could be made by a human being.

Was Dewey attacked by a monster?

My heart tightened, and I quickly picked up the call crystal and listened carefully again. There was another weird pig squealing, louder than the one just now!

This time, I listened to the pig's braying completely, and then I discovered that there was a lingering sound at the end of the pig's braying. The lingering sound was ups and downs, returning to the unique sound of human beings, which is the sound of breathing.

When did the sounds of pig squeals and breathing get mixed together?

I was confused: Could it be that Dewey was holding a pig in his arms? Or is there a pig threatening Dewey not to speak?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was another sound. It also started with a pig's cry, was gentle in the middle, and ended with the same ups and downs of breathing.

Holding my breath and concentrating, I listened several times, and suddenly I was shocked: Could it be that this guy is asleep?

I called into the microphone several times: "Dewey? Master Dewey? Hello, are you listening?"

There was still the sound of steady breathing and a strange sound like a pig's squealing.

My eyes twitched and there was a black thread, so I hung up the call. At the same time, I finally understood why Dewey has been single until now - no matter how rich she is, which woman can bear the snoring of the man next to her like a pig?

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you? You don't seem happy?" Phoenix finished playing his cards and stared at me and asked.

"It's nothing," I chuckled, "I just heard a pig squealing and felt a little unhappy."

"Pigs bark?" Phoenix muttered, "Do we raise pigs here?"

"No." Barbara moved her ears, tilted her head, thought for a while, and affirmed: "No."

"Did Xiao Yi hallucinate?" Lillea asked.

"It's possible," Yura said.

"Remy, sing a song to Xiaoyi to calm down his restless mind," Cagalli said casually.

"Ah~~la~~ahla~~"

Remy immediately let go of her singing voice and sang a song for me. Her voice was melodious and her tone was ups and downs. Listening to it made me addicted and unable to extricate myself.

After the song, it took me a long time to wake up. I unconsciously compared this moving song with Dewey's terrifying snoring. I even felt that Dewey's terrifying snoring was extremely frightening, especially the pig squealing in the first half, which was so vivid. Image, at first glance, it is impossible to tell whether it is Dewey's snoring or a real pig's cry.

“I’ll buy you bacon rolls tomorrow!”

I waved my hand and made a decision: since Dewey's snoring sounds like a pig's grunt, let's assume that the pigs are Dewey's relatives. Since we can't do anything to Dewey, let's attack his "pig relatives" and eat them hard. Pause, so that you can relieve your anger.

"Okay, smoked pork rolls, smoked pork rolls~~" Remi was extremely excited. She likes to eat smoked and grilled food the most.

"Where's my white fish?" Barbara asked, her voice rising.

"Yes, white fish is also grilled."

"Hmm~~That's pretty much it." Barbara was very satisfied.

Early the next morning, I got up from the sofa, covered Remi with a 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 and get up very early in the morning. The commercial street opens very early. It is only five o'clock now, and the shops in the commercial street have already opened one after another.

Bought a dozen white fish, a large pile of pastry pudding, and several large slices of smoked pork.

I opened the door, entered the kitchen, and started working.

At half past five, Florence came out of the room and walked to the kitchen while breathing heavily. As soon as she entered the door, she was startled by me. She asked doubtfully: "Xiaoyi, what's wrong with you? Could you be sick?" Bar?"

"No," I said, grilling white fish and frying bacon slices.

"Then what are you going to cook?" Florence asked doubtfully.

"Oh, Cagalli and the others want to try my craftsmanship. It just so happens that I have nothing to do, so I just show off my skills casually." As I said that, I smiled at Florence and said, "My sister-in-law's craftsmanship is not as good as my sister-in-law's, so I'm showing off my shame." .”

"Where is it?" Florence looked at the smoked pork patties in the pan, and then at the white fish I grilled, and said, "Isn't the craftsmanship very good? If the one in my family is half as skilled as you, I will Contented."

"No, don't say that." I said embarrassedly: "Brother Zach is different from me. He is better at things in the guild. As for things in life, aren't you there? Because Brother Zach gave up his cooking skills because of his dependence on you. If I must say it, this is actually an expression of love."

"You're the only one who can talk." Florence smiled happily.

"Okay, okay, you can go back and rest first. I can easily finish this thing in the kitchen myself, so I won't bother you."

Florence breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, I'll take a break, and I'll wake Zach up later when you go to the dungeon."

"There's no need to be in such a hurry. We may not be able to go to the dungeon to spawn monsters today," I said. "It took us a lot of energy to spawn monsters yesterday, and we came back quite late. I guess they had to sleep very late today before they could get up. And, even if Get up, I don’t think Cagalli will organize a guild to go to the dungeon to spawn monsters.”