anovelconsole Chapter 1645 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 37] Just Touch
Chapter 1645 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 37] Just Touch
Chapter 1645 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 37] Just Touch
The easternmost part of the Old World, on the edge of the Tross forest, has a vast and winding coastline.
Unlike the South China Sea Islands, which are humid and hot all year round, this area has distinct four seasons.
The changes in seasonal temperature, coupled with the special aquatic environment formed by the confluence of fresh water and seawater, make the mangrove coast on the edge of the dense forest the main breeding ground for crustaceans such as shield crabs.
Even the giant Daimyo shield crab is not uncommon in this area, and the locals have named this mangrove forest the "Big Crab Forest".
There were no clouds in the sky. Under the bright sun, two fishermen, with harpoons on their shoulders and their thighs exposed, were stepping one foot deep and one foot shallow in the sand and mud of the mangroves.
They were on their way to check the traps they had set a few days ago.
It was a tough road to travel, so to relieve his boredom, the fisherman in the bamboo hat started a random conversation, "Hey, did you hear that traveler say yesterday that the food festival in the desert is about to start again?"
"The desert is thousands of miles away from us. What does it have to do with us?" His companion didn't seem to be very interested in this topic.
But the man wearing the bamboo hat obviously didn't intend to let the topic stop here, "Why is it okay? I heard that people from all over the mainland brought their food to participate.
The first place prize money is a lot of money, and merchants will rush to buy the championship ingredients every year, so there is no problem selling them.
This year is another New Year, there are a lot of shield crabs in the mangroves. If we bring our crab roe there, we won't be able to win a prize or something, right?"
His companion paused, evidently having sunk into the sand and mud.
Holding onto the roots of a nearby red mangrove, he pulled his foot out with all his strength. His companion said unhappily, "Didn't you hear what that traveler said? The food festival in the desert started a few days ago.
The crab roe here is only beginning to ripen now, what else can we say if we can’t catch up with the season?”
"Too."
The fisherman wearing a bamboo hat sighed, but he quickly adjusted his mood with his optimistic personality, "Hey, look, there are footprints of (small) shield crabs here, maybe there are some in the cage?"
His companions also became excited. Compared to the desert food festival far away, the harvest in front of them was the most important.
The two men quickened their pace, the crab trap was just ahead.
"It's real! And it's a female crab!" cheered the fisherman wearing a bamboo hat.
In this season, the roe of a shield crab can bring them considerable profits.
His companion also tightened his grip on the harpoon.
Shield crabs are not ordinary crabs. Even if they are trapped in a crab trap, their two claws that can tear off a person's arms are still very dangerous.
Fortunately, they are all experienced fishermen. If they are careful and cooperate with each other, they should be able to safely capture the shield crab trapped in the trap.
Just as the two men, holding harpoons, were approaching the prey trapped in the crab trap step by step.
The shadow coming from the sea blocked out the sunlight.
"That's strange. Wasn't it sunny today?" The fisherman wearing a bamboo hat looked up in confusion.
As far as the eye can see, there is a floating mountain.
Today is the day of the finals of the 18th "The Third Princess' Favorite" Food Festival.
It was still dark when Feng Ying climbed out of bed.
After more than two hours of intensive morning exercise, drinking a large glass of light salt water and taking a shower, her body was completely activated, but she was also already starving.
But she forced herself to resist the urge to have a hot breakfast right away.
Because she knows that hunger is the best seasoning.
She wanted to save all her hunger and appetite for the final which would start at noon, and for those top-notch ingredients from all over the world!
After all, this time, her identity is no longer just a part-time bodyguard who can only stand behind the third princess, drooling, watching the princess pick and choose, and saying things like "I don't like sashimi!"
Instead, they are invited by the organizers as "Legendary Hunters" and are special judges who can enjoy and comment on various delicacies openly!
I'm fucking eating it!
When Fu Fu came to find Feng Ying after breakfast, the latter had already finished dressing up.
Well, the so-called dressing up is just washing the face carefully and tidying up the bangs a little bit. As for putting on makeup, it is not within the scope of her skills.
Even with this, combined with her already exquisite appearance, her image has been significantly improved.
Fu Fu came close to Feng Ying like a curious puppy.
She noticed that the latter was not wearing the Thunder Wolf Dragon suit that she had seen before, nor was it some light everyday clothing, but a set of dark red armor with complex shape and elaborate and gorgeous patterns.
This was the first time she saw this armor, but she felt strangely familiar with it.
After looking at it for a few more times, I found that the red material used to make this set of armor is exactly the same as that of my mother's "favorite" light crossbow. Both should come from the same monster.
No wonder I felt familiar with it. My mom always told me to call that light crossbow "Auntie's".
Thinking of this, Fu Fu subconsciously stretched out her finger, wanting to touch the gold and red shoulder armor, but Feng Ying quickly moved aside to avoid it.
"Don't touch it. The origin of this armor is not ordinary. It is easy to cause problems if ordinary people touch it."
"Is this true?" Fu Fu's face was full of disbelief.
This sounded like an adult telling a child that eating something would make their brain stupid. This was what her mother told her when she wanted to touch her "aunt" as a child.
Noticing the burning fire of curiosity in the girl's eyes, Feng Ying felt helpless.
The more you forbid a child from doing something during his rebellious period, the more he will try to do it.
When I was not around, this little guy secretly took out the [Dragon Mark] from the equipment box and put it on himself. That was not just a simple "problem".
It would be better to let her suffer a little in advance so that she will remember it.
"You can try it a little, but you have to be prepared. You might have nightmares for a few days."
Seeing Feng Ying speak seriously, Fu Fu felt a little scared, but it would be too embarrassing to back down at this time.
He had to pretend that he didn't care, and carefully stretched out a finger and quickly tapped Feng Ying's breastplate.
The moment her fingertips touched the armor, she felt that what she touched was not armor at room temperature, but a piece of red-hot charcoal.
The burning pain was like her soul being bitten, and she couldn't stop screaming.
He pulled back his fingers reflexively, took a few steps back, and almost fell to the ground.
Feng Ying looked at the frightened Fu Fu, and after confirming that the latter's symptoms of mental pollution were very mild, she asked with a smile: "How was it, was it exciting?"
"Then what is that?" Fu Fu stuttered, "I seem to see a pair of red eyes"
"He was an opponent I defeated in the past, and also my former enemy." Feng Ying said in a deep tone.
Mushroom on the side glanced at her, but resisted the urge to interrupt her.
It's fine to describe the resonance relationship as a nemesis, meow, but the tone of your voice makes someone who doesn't know think that you killed the forbidden red dragon alone with your own hands, meow?
Fufu swallowed hard.
The vision of the scarlet vertical pupils lingered in her mind, and she finally understood what Feng Ying meant by "the problem" before.
By the way, Muti once told her that she saw her father lock a huge black sword in the basement.
She just hid behind the door and took a peek, and then she had nightmares for a long time. Uncle Gordon was scolded by Aunt Hayata because of this, and finally the sword was sent to the guild's warehouse and sealed for preservation.
I even laughed at Muti for being timid at that time, but now it seems that it was not because of courage or anything.
These equipments are so weird!
"Okay, relax. Just know that we have dealt with that guy."
Feng Ying shook out a piece of crude cloth, wrapped it around her neck, and let it hang at her side, covering up most of the scarlet armor.
"Now, let's go eat!"
(End of this chapter)