1542 The Real World 6

With 1,000 points for that side quest, it solved her urgent need. This time, I didn't choose to enter the mission after seven days, in fact, it was to compensate Xiao Mo'er.

[Ding, host, your soul fusion liquid is about to expire in the remaining eight days, do you need to replenish it? 】

"Buy a bottle."

[Successful purchase of soul fusion liquid, deducting 80 points, the remaining available points of the host is 1,713 points. 】

[Host points accumulate enough 2,000 points to get an extra chance to draw a lottery. 】

Bei Yutang was a little surprised. Is there such a good thing about the scumbag system? !

Xu Shibei Yutang's suspicious attitude made someone upset, so he heard Ming speak in a rather proud tone.

[The rescue system cannot be upgraded, but the scumbag system can be upgraded. The higher the level, the richer the points and rewards obtained. With your skills, you are not qualified to control a high-level scumbag system. 】

Bei Yutang understood what it meant in seconds, but it wasn't that the scumbag system was too scumbag, but you were too scumbag.

Slag host slag mixing system.

Bei Yutang silently stopped talking.

Bei Yutang didn't care that the system could be upgraded, because she knew that the higher the level, the higher the difficulty of the task, and everything was relative.

In the evening, the carriage was driving in the mountains, and there was no one home for hundreds of miles. This night was doomed to sleep in the wild.

Zhang Chefu doesn't talk much, but his work is very agile.

Zhang Chefu and Boy Mo went to pick up firewood in the forest, while Bei Yutang went into the mountains to hunt. According to the movement traces of pheasants and hares, it is easy to catch them. Bei Yutang took into account that two of them were men and had a relatively large appetite, so he beat more.

Bei Yutang brought the three pheasants and one hare to the mountain stream to wash them quickly before returning to the camp.

Coach Zhang and kid Mo have set up the fire, just waiting for the game to be put on the shelves.

Bei Yutang took out the prepared seasonings from the package. The driver Zhang saw Bei Yutang painted a layer of golden liquid on the pheasant and hare, and stuffed a handful of grass-like things into their stomachs.

Zhang Chefu was very curious. It was the first time he saw this kind of roasting method, and he couldn't help asking: "Madam, what are you brushing? Why do you put some grass into their stomachs?"

"The outside is brushed with honey. As for the grasses you mentioned, they are actually some spices. You'll know what they do later." Bei Yutang introduced with a smile.

The kid Mo said from the side, "Uncle Zhang, my mother's barbecue is delicious."

Zhang Chefu seemed to like the white and tender boy Mo, and a rare smile appeared on his resolute and cold face, "I want to eat everything I said."

Bei Yutang roasted the game attentively, and glanced at the carriage from the corner of his eyes. In the dark night, he still stayed in the car and did not get down.

When the fragrance wafted out, Zhang Chefu just smelled the fragrance, and the saliva in his mouth continued to secrete.

"smell good."

Just smelling the aroma makes people want to move, not to mention what it will be like to eat it in the mouth.

In the dark night that had been adjusting his health in the car, he was also awakened by the enticing fragrance outside the car, but his self-control was good, he did not get out of the car, and continued to sit cross-legged, hoping to regain his strength in the shortest possible time.

When it was time to eat, Bei Yutang tore open the belly of the pheasant, and a strong fragrance rushed into his nose.

Bei Yutang looked at Coach Zhang's impatient look, and cut off a leg and handed it to Coach Zhang.