Chapter 135 (1/2)

Goo... Goo... Goo

In the sky, groups of seagulls flew by, making a loud and clear chirp.

Merchant ships braved the wind and waves, the waves beat on the bow, rolled up thousands of piles of snow and made a beep sound.

At the tail of the fleet, nine long rolling silver belts were pulled out of the blue sea.

What a beautiful sight... If not every day.

This is the eleventh day of the merchant ship going to sea, and less than one-third of the journey has been completed.

Buckle!

The door of Lu Qingshan's cabin was knocked.

”Come in,” Lu Qingshan said.

In came an old man in his forties and fifties, with a food box in his hand.

This is the person who is specially responsible for delivering meals to Lu Qingshan, a big customer.

”Mr. Lu, this is today's lunch.” the old man said.

Lu Qingshan nodded. The old man put down his food box and retreated very knowingly.

”Alas!” when the old man left, the king of the West mouse who stayed on Lu Qingshan's bed sighed weakly.

Lu Qingshan was a little narrow-minded and said, ”why, aren't you always greedy? How can you still sigh at dinner time.”

The king mouse rolled his eyes, sniffed and read: ”steamed squid, steamed miscellaneous snails, steamed silver pomfret, steamed fish, steamed...”

”As soon as I smell the smell, I know it's these things. I've been eating them back and forth since I got on the boat. They're steamed, and their mouths are fading out.”

It's not surprising that in Shanghai, fresh food is the most common staple food, and steaming has naturally become the preferred cooking method of chefs on board because of the high cost of spices.

Lu Qingshan didn't tease the king of the West mouse much. After breaking his mouth for two words, he took the jade slip and sat down at the table.

The king of the West mouse glanced at Lu Qingshan, who was addicted to the jade slips. He had a lot of resentment. He muttered, ”this mouse is doing nothing on the ship every day. He's almost bored to death. You'd better enjoy it with a jade slip.”

Monsters actually need to be cultivated, but although Lu Qingshan wants to find a skill for the king of West mouse, the skill of demon cultivation is not so easy to get, and there is still no harvest so far.

This has also led to the fact that so far, the king of the Western mouse's strength growth still depends solely on his own blood.

Generally speaking, it is the demon second generation.

It can't practice and is naturally tired of water. Now it's trapped in the boat and has nowhere to go. It's strange that it's not boring.

Lu Qingshan was happy when he heard the speech. He shook the jade slips in his hand at the king of the West mouse and joked: ”it's the so-called reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles. You have nothing to do in your spare time. It's not bad to read books.

Look at you. Now you look a little strange. That's your temperament. It's a little mean.

You have the spirit of poetry and books. Read more books and fill this up. When I saw it, I said you were a spirit beast. No one objected. ”

When Lu Qingshan said this, the king of the West mouse jumped with anger and shouted, ”what's wrong with my temperament? Isn't it divine?

Spirit beast, hum, rat doesn't care. Who likes to be who! Forget it, don't talk nonsense with you, I'll go out for a walk. ”

King westmouse's body flashed, turned into a gray shadow and left the cabin.

Just as soon as he got out of the cabin, a brilliant flash flashed through the pupil of King Xi mouse, and he thought: ”spirit beast? Is it really useful to read more as Lu Qingshan said...”

Obviously, the West mouse king is just a dead duck in front of Lu Qingshan.

In fact, it not only doesn't despise the name of spirit beast as it appears, but also has some longing in it.

”But the problem is, I don't know human words.” thinking of this, King westmouse was a little distressed.