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MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 727 Concubine body! ja!
Chapter 727 Concubine! ja!
Gordon finally understood, "You mean, the pork chop suddenly gave Shizhu a very precious gift for no reason, and Shizhu felt embarrassed, so she didn't accept it but sent it back?"
"It's not just that I'm embarrassed." Hayata said helplessly: "It's that this kind of behavior itself is easy to make unfamiliar girls feel disgusted.
Especially the relatively independent type of Dianthus, maybe it has a good impression of pork chops, so it’s hard to say. "
Fengying quietly raised her hand, "What will Dianthus think after receiving the gift, why don't you ask Xianglan? After all, they are sisters, so they know better than us, right?"
Fengying seldom came up with a good idea, and everyone looked at Xianglan in unison.
Panlan was sneaking her little paws into the pot, trying to get a piece of rock dragon tail out, but the meat pad was scalded by the soup, and she retracted her paws with a cry of "meow!"
Gordon put a spoon on the plate in front of it and asked, "So, what do you think about your sister receiving a sudden gift?"
"Meow? My sister meow?" Pan Lan licked her paws and thought for a while, "I think pork chops are disgusting, meow?"
"Disgusting, meowing?!" Zhu Chop had an expression of being struck by lightning.
Panlan rubbed some delicious soup with her paws, and continued to lick, "Because my sister is also very cute, she has a good personality and a decent job, and Ailu who pursues her has a lot of meows.
My sister told me to be wary of unreasonable kindness, being courteous, either a villain or a pervert. "
Everyone fell into silence, and the pork chop seemed to be petrified.
"Cough, I have to say, what Miss Shizhu said is quite reasonable." Anshir patted the stiff back of the pork chop with a dry smile, "Your thunder point is very precise."
Hayata didn't know what to say anymore, she was hesitating, should I return the bottle of Mutian Polygonum wine to the pork chop, drinking it to my heart's content is also a solution?
Fengying gave herself a piece of rock dragon tail.
Only Gordon was seriously comforting, he kneaded his chin and said, "I think, you might still have a chance."
The pork chop creaked and turned its neck, looking at him.
Gordon racked his brains and sorted out his words, "First of all, you have to be confident. You are a high-quality Elle, and your appearance can be regarded as pleasing among the same clan, right?"
"That's right, meow." Xianglan commented objectively, "It's a pity that there is a scar on his forehead, which is disfiguring meow."
Hayata pinched Panlan's mouth again to prevent this guy from continuing to attack the pork chop intentionally or unintentionally. At the same time, she was also opened up by Gordon, "Our pork chop is a hunting cat, and the scars are a symbol of battles. , it's all right."
Perhaps praise is more effective than alcohol?
Gordon continued, "And look, you are tall and strong. There aren't many Elu who are taller than you, right? Let's not talk about strength, and there are not a few stronger than you in Dongdoruma. hunting cat.
You are also good at cooking, emergency medical treatment, bomb design, and even alchemy. How many of you are better than you? "
Anshir joined in, "One thing to say, I have never seen Ai Lu who is better than pork chops, and your record can scare people to death."
Fengying who was competing with Yanlongwei also gave a thumbs up.
Hayata held Pandan's head and rubbed it for a while, the latter finally compromised, it muttered: "Good meow, meow, what I just said was too exaggerated meow.
Disgusting or something should not be meowing, if it makes my sister feel disgusting, it will just throw away the gift instead of sending it back meowing. "
"Meow?" Piggy's ears trembled.
"Listen to me, take it step by step."
An Shir, who looked like a veteran in the field of love, began to say something that sounded reasonable, "Start from the acquaintance, step by step, communicate, correspond, find common hobbies, and then prepare some small gifts in the next step. "
Gordon's idea is more straightforward.
"Anhill's new armor will probably have to wait for a while, and everyone has nothing to do recently, right? How about we go to Locklark?"
Pork chop finally recovered.
Its previous depression was not just because of a broken relationship, but more out of self-doubt.
Pig Chop is not the kind of cat with a tough nature, it can even be said to be a little timid and unconfident. When I first met Gordon, I was even scared when I saw someone with a more aggressive appearance.
The years of hunting experience have allowed it to grow rapidly. The cowardice it used to be is long gone, and it is even a little floating. To use an exaggeration, it even thought of the child's name at the moment it sent the gift.
However, Dianthus responded politely but indifferently, causing it to slap back to the ground, and it began to reflect on itself, seriously reflect, further reflect, over-reflect, and then wilted.
It was the compliments from his companions, and Hayata's "female psychological analysis" that dragged back his declining mood. It wasn't that he was too happy, but the way was stupid.
Next, it should be a high-quality meow!
After regaining his mood, Pork Chop proposed to cancel the trip to Locklark, because it knew that Anshir still had something to do in East Doruma.
It has regained its self-identity, and it seems unnecessary to make a special trip to the dusty city, and it is not a bad idea to start with communication.
But Gordon still doesn’t plan to cancel this trip, not only the pork chop, Pandan also misses her sister, no matter how bad it is, it’s a long-lost vacation, and it’s good to relax.
As for what Anshir had to deal with, it wasn't really a problem. In short, his sister, Ms. Jessica, sent a waiter to the door.
Said to let him go home, um, referring to the big house, not the "small house" he bought with pocket money.
Anshir was a bit 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 admit it.
Ms. Jessica is very particular about the sense of ceremony. She sent invitations to her brother’s partners, including cats and dogs, in the form of delivering invitations.
Gordon, who had nothing to do, didn't refuse, and Fengying showed great anticipation. She was deeply impressed by the "Sterling Mansion Family Banquet" that she tasted when she first arrived in East Doruma a few years ago.
Cengfan is a good civilization!
That night, everyone in the Silver Edge Hunting Group wore "hunter's formal attire", that is, armor, and went to Stirling Mansion for a banquet.
Along the way, Fengying was full of joy, but when she approached the door of the Sterling family mansion, the familiar laughter made her stop.
"Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho—! Idiot Fengying! I finally caught you ja on my concubine's territory!"
Fengying: "."
The fist is hardened.
Gordon and the others looked at Fengying's expression of resistance with some amusement.
The young girl in a gorgeous dress, with golden curly hair that shone even under the night sky, ran up to Fengying holding the hem of her skirt.
Without the normal hand-holding and hugging that best friends should have when reuniting after a long absence, the girl stopped two or three steps away from Fengying, and looked the latter up and down several times.
Using the back of his hand to pretend to cover his small mouth, the small fan held in the other hand pointed at the prison wolf dragon headdress on Fengying's head, and burst into sharp laughter again.
"Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho! The short winter melon has completely stopped growing ja? Are you going to use this headgear to cover up your height?"
Fengying's forehead was throbbing with veins. The identity of the other party was not important to her. She strode up, grabbed the girl's slender arms and waist, and knocked her down on the ground with a single trip.
(end of this chapter)