God of Fishing

Han Fei was silent when he heard that there were no cells on the fourth floor.

So Xue Shenzhi locked himself up with an unknown mysterious strong man? What the fuck are you doing swallowing seashells? What if you get robbed?

But he thought, "If it's the best of them, it doesn't make sense to rob a generation of yourself." How much is that?

Again, if Xue Shen wants to kill himself, he will not shut himself down in Star Hell. Find a reason why you can't kill yourself? Why send yourself to the fourth floor of Star Prison?

After figuring it out, Han is not afraid of nature, but let himself die anyway.

Han Fei walked into the junction without hesitation and could not see Zhang Teng, so the heart said the boy's heart was so big? I don't even dare go in there as a fucking warden. You just laughed and went in?

Since it doesn't make sense, Zhang Teng is too lazy to think about it.

Big brothers, nobody can mess with them. It's not that he's afraid of mob colleges, it's a college with a lot of legendary stories that can't be taken for granted.

……

Han Fei had just entered the border, and then the whole person was stunned.

This is the other space, just like one of the shredded stars, built in a mystery.

Han Fei sees a garden with all kinds of strange glowing flowers, racing to bloom, just like the luminous aquatic plants he sees in the Valley of Wonders.

At the foot is a piece of land with wooded land in the distance. Within sight is a large, natural open-air vegetable area, a curved stream and a cottage by the river.

In front of the house, there are several square stone platforms, which are littered with fish skins.

In front of one of the stone stands, a middle-aged man dressed in grey cloth with fairly neat hair combed with a pen in his hand and writing.

This fucking prison is exactly the same as Han Fei's imaginary prison.

Shattered Star Prison. Call this a prison? Who built such a good prison?

He didn't lift his head, and he still wrote something seriously. Han Fei didn't know what to do for a while.

Han Fei wondered: That's the strong one! You can't go up there and say, “What are you writing? Let me give you a long shot. ”

If I did, would I be slapped to death?

After half a day, Han Felton saw the man's eyelids lifted slightly. He glanced at Han Fei and said casually: “Build the house yourself, cut the wood yourself, there is food in the kitchen, make it yourself. ”

Han Fei: “??? ”

Han doesn't mean nothing: is it so casual? The speech was quite gentle, with no shelves at all, and no pressure from the half strong.

Han Fei couldn't help but say, "Where's the kitchen? ”

The man wrote something else, seemed very satisfied with his work, and nodded quite admirably. Then he got up straight and looked at a rock stand by the creek: "There! ”

Han Fei swept away. You call that a kitchen? That's one stone platform... Huh! Wait, what's that on there? Seasoning box?

Han Fei wanted to ask, "Brother, when did you wear this? Why are you being such a jerk? ”

After Han Fei sensed it, he realized, what kind of spice is that? It's all dried spirits, and some of them are really crushed.

Han Fei thought, "Where do I set up my house? ”

The man looked up and didn't lift his head. He continued: "Whatever! This place is so big and empty. ”

Han Fei found his strength still there. The spirituality here, too, is reluctant. In all respects, they are not suppressed, nor do they care.

If you give me a ride, I'll take it. What are you afraid of?

A moment later, the labor shrimp dragged a few trees every day and ran fast. Han Fei chopped out a lot of wood at random.

“Duang... Duang...”

“Ding, ding, ding! ”

Han Fei really set up the tree house.

Halfway through, he listened to the middle-aged man who wrote: “Hustle up, be careful. The house, after all, is used for living. A couple of boards, knocking, beating, that's it? ”

Han Fei read his mind, the shrimp stopped every day, and Han Fei couldn't help but say: “So, what about a palace? ”

The man smiled slightly: “Raise the bar... do things, when you start small, build houses like practice, the roots need to be strong. There are shortcuts in all aspects to fill the gap. Tactical training and application, tight stitching, re-matching. ”

Han Fei's eyelids jumped a few times: Yes, you're the boss, you're in charge. Why don't I take my time?

Han Fei hasn't figured out the number of roads for this person, it always feels strange, he even has to build a house.

Not waiting for Han Fei to continue, the man suddenly said: “The deed spiritual beast does not understand appreciation, there is no aesthetics. It's crucified the wood. Do it yourself! ”

Han Fei took a breath: “Okay, I'll do it myself. ”

The shrimp was abandoned every day, and Han Fei immediately took it back.

Han Fei Xin Dao: Isn't it just the house? Look at me get out of there with a little farewell.

Han Fei, carrying a knife, began to automate his hand, splitting each plank, each column, the same length and length, the same size, randomly pulled out some material from the refined heavens and earth, and made a hammer, a stack of nails, a chip, some carving knife.

Han Fei Xinjie: Anyway, the left and right are fine, I'll set up a "little field” to scare you to death.

Han Fei cleared a lawn of about 100 square feet, surrounded the small courtyard first, and the wooden fence at the tip of the corner circled the ground. There is no wind, no waves, no foundation, flatten the ground directly, and the ground pile is raised.

One day, Han Fei was building a house, and he was writing things, not interfering with each other.

When Han Fei built the house in half, the man said softly: "Go cook! ”

Han Fei: “??? ”

Before you built the house, now you want me to cook? Are you calling me a servant?

Han Fei sneered, look at me make a hot pot, scared you to death.

When Han Fei walked to the stone table by the river, he found out that he didn't know when, he had an extra sea shell.

Just listen to the man: “The material is in there, pick it yourself, use it yourself. ”

Han Fei picked up the seashell, swept it, and suddenly stunned: “Misty grass, dragon? Golden carp? Three different ginseng? ”

Han Fei was a fool at the time: this, this is too fucking luxurious, right?

Han Fei took a dark breath and took out the long-tailed golden carp cover. This carp is not big, it's only half a meter in size and should be good for sugar and vinegar carp.

As a result, Han Fei directly stumbled out of it.

[Name] Eight Tails Golden Carp (Death)

[Introduction] A species of Enlightenment fish, visible in a special undersea abyss, with a trace of dragon blood, surprisingly fast, with flashing power. Eight-tailed feathers can be borrowed from the heavens and the earth, a strange sword sound erupts, and non-divine soldiers can't stop it.

[Level] 62

[Quality] Strange (Variation)

[Contains Spirituality] 58652 points

Eating effect Food can improve enlightenment for 3 times in a short time

Collectible Eight Tail Feathers, One Inch Golden Scale

Absorbable

“Goo doo! ”

Han Fei-chun.

Lv.62?

Mutant creatures in strange classes?

3 times more enlightening?

Dragon blood? Is this still a fucking carp?

Han Fei took a breath and read his mind and threw something like a dragon out. This thing's over 20 meters, not that big. It's just that Han Fei isn't quite sure.

After all, I haven't eaten this! It's got two horns on its head. Isn't that a big patch? Will it be like a deer mushroom?

The next moment, Han Fei's eyes, there's information coming up.

[Name] Dragon Corner

[Introduction] Hailing Dragon in the deep sea area, with a trace of dragon blood, the power is incredible, flipping the tail up to 5 wave power, can create a dragon illusion.

[Level] 63

[Quality] Strange (Variation)

[Contains Spirituality] 48652 points

Eating Effect Long-term consumption can greatly improve blood gas, strength, flesh, bone strength

Collectible Dragon horn, dragon muscle, dragon blood, dragon teeth, dragon scales, dragon bones, dragon eyes

Absorbable

“Goo doo! ”

Han Fei swallowed a mouthful of spit, and this special meow wore a baby, so she ate it as a meal?

Han Fei sneaked a peek at the middle-aged man who was writing. Who told me this was a prisoner? This is a fucking big man. Prisoners can eat this? Prisoner ball?

Han Fei was stunned there. He always thought he was luxurious enough. Who knew there was more luxury?

There are a few things left, he didn't dare look, he just thought the spirits, take them out as materials, doesn't he smell? He took it to the Spirit, didn't he? Why eat it?

The man saw Han Fei still standing still. “Hurry up, it's almost time for dinner. ”

“Oh, oh, oh! ”

Han Fei would have liked to refine the materials in the heavens and the earth himself. Now think about it. It's a little embarrassing, so don't take it out.

However, Han Fei hasn't eaten a dragon for half a day! How do you do that? Brain damage.

Han Fei slightly sighed: Forget it, make sugar and vinegar carp first!

With this in mind, Han Fei placed the eight tails of golden carp on the stone table, and a wonderful long knife appeared in his hand. After cleaning up the carp, he was ready to pull out the fishy muscle on both sides, and then tilted the fish at a 45-degree angle with a knife and sliced it evenly.

Results.

With such a knife, a spark flashed.

Han Fei: “??? ”

Han Fei swallowed another sip of spit and looked at the superb spirit apparatus in his hand. Now cooking, even the fucking kitchenware is conditional?

Han Fei looked at the middle-aged man and saw that the latter had not responded. He bit his teeth and put away the excellent knife. He pulled out the Kankun sword.

“Pfft! ”

This time, it was finally cut.

However, what Han did not know was that the middle-aged man had a slight smile in his mouth as he pulled out his golden sword.

Han was unwilling to clean up, and listened to the middle-aged man: “Tails and scales, you keep them. ”

Han Fei's first move: Eight tail feathers and an inch of golden scales? He's been paying attention to these two things for a long time. How can he ask for them?

However, looking at the middle-aged man with a light cloud, Han Fei Xin said: Maybe he doesn't care at all.