Chapter 270 – 270. Exchange Hot Springs
It is Seolnyeo who grows up by taking Yang’s qi as an offering. Each of them has a limit to growth, but even if they reach the limit, the absorption rate remains the same.
Baekwoon, who defeated such a snowyeo with as many as three opponents, endured her aftermath.
With Sammae Evolution, they thoroughly swept their entire bodies to make them clean, and moved them to the guest room after fainting as an alter ego.
Stumble.
“Ugh. A bit overdoing it.”
But I couldn’t help but feel that my legs were shaking.
I was sucked in by the Binggung family. It was a natural result as up to nine of them jumped in and ejaculated against not one but three.
Although the stamina is infinite, the afterglow of the ejaculation and the mental exhaustion caused by the suction definitely exist, so the fatigue accumulated nine times from dealing with nine people.
Thanks to this, a rare and precious scene of him staggering while walking was directed.
Still, I walked toward the restaurant to eat lunch and replenish my energy.
Viewing.
I was turning a corner in the hallway and bumped into someone. But it wasn’t a popping sound, but the feeling of hitting something soft.
Softer than the sandal balls that children play with, it spreads across the face.
“Huh?! What, what…!”
As the distance widened, he couldn’t hide his regret at the soft touch and parting with his eyes, full of regret.
It was a natural instinct for a male, but it was an excuse.
It was a blushing mountain soldier who was not sure if he was the perpetrator or the victim of the crash.
She glared at him right in front of her eyes.
It’s natural to feel annoyed because the sensitive part had collided, but there was something a little different than usual.
What’s different
Baekwoon, who felt uncomfortable, thought it over, but Sangun scolded him.
“Hey! If you bump into someone, you should apologize. Where are you looking?”
“Oh, sorry. I was selling it out of my mind for a while.”
“Hmm? Come to think of it, it seems that my energy has declined more than usual.”
Her inner strength is very minimal compared to Hyeon-gyeong, but as if she was more sensitive to changes in her body, as if she had achieved the feat only with her external skills, she made a mysterious expression when she looked at her.
He realized that Baekwoon was ‘very slightly’ tired because he had vomited countless times.
Soon he clicked his tongue and frowned.
“Tsk tsk. What kind of nonsense did a guy whose internal injuries weren’t fully healed waste his energy on? Stupid? Stupid? No, he’s an idiot.”
“…”
Could it be that he didn’t know that he would be called an idiot by the Green Forest King? His expression showed that he didn’t want to hear such a thing from you, but Baekwoon couldn’t refute it.
Yes, her point was correct.
Harmony of yin and yang with color balls. In other words, you can speed up recovery by sharing affection with a woman, but that’s when you’re dealing with one person.
As an alter ego, I can’t apply the recovery increase that circulates energy.
Even to the point of splitting his body apart, he did more damage than gain because he had a crush on the three snow women. Therefore, Baek-un, who had deteriorated even though his internal wounds were healed, could not refute her accusations.
“I can’t do it. You, follow me for a second.”
Baekwoon asked as she was helplessly dragged by a mountain soldier who suddenly grabbed her by the sleeve and began to move.
“Where are you going?”
She cried without looking back.
“To eat!”
***
In an instant, the mountain soldier was dragged out of the inn, sat down roughly on a rock, and went away with the threat that he would explode if he did not wait. With her background growing up in the wild, could there be more to her cooking than grilled and raw food?
‘You’re not trying to catch a frog and bake it, right?’
In my heart, I wanted to leave immediately, but the bloody warning that was so dangerous that it was unmatched didn’t leave my ears.
Baekun just sat on her rock and waited patiently for her to come back.
About an hour of eating.
After enough time to eat her meals, her presence grew rapidly again.
As he turned his gaze in that direction, the mountain soldier, who landed grandiosely, blowing dust in front of him, had this and that in his hand.
From unknown wild boars to bokbunja and hasuo roots, etc. Quite plausible, yet bizarre combination was dug up in the mountains.
‘Are you trying to make soup for me?’
I’ve never eaten wild boar soup, but I was thinking that it would be nice if the ingredients were at least fresh since she is the owner of the mountain.
Chiyi.
Cooking has begun.
After setting up a sword, he cut the rock horizontally and neatly, dug out the bottom with a jobeob, and lit a fire to make a fire plate. Maybe it had already been drained of blood, but the wild boar, which didn’t smell fishy, was punched out, and then, mysteriously, pieces of meat were placed on a rock grill in sizes that were easy to eat.
Next, he squeezes a few fruits, including raspberries, by hand, and sprinkles the juice on the grill to use as a spice.
With a small bet, he even raises firearms, adjusts the intensity quickly and properly, and grills them. Then, he mixes some roots and wild vegetables in the corner of the grill, and then puts them on top of the meat.
Food that was completed quickly, like a 3-minute small dish.
It’s not that it’s flimsy, but the harmony of the yuksang and herbs that bloom from the finished food has a refreshing feeling that reminds you of nature.
The simple, yet delicate, and dazzling cooking process made Baek-un’s mouth wide open.
‘You seem to have made it better than me?’
Before returning, the warriors fighting the monsters were not far behind in any field.
Yes, in order to survive in the wilds infested with monsters, he had to work as a blacksmith in enemy territory to supply weapons and simply cook. It was the same with Baekun, so he smelted the swords of his priests in the demonic realm that met special conditions, and occasionally made food for his women to eat.
However, the food prepared by Sangun was crude but authentic.
“Come on! It’s my own creation. Go ahead and try it. It’ll be great for replenishing energy.”
She lifted her fire plate and put the finished food in front of her Baekun, and said that in a confident tone.
But she was really the one holding her tension tight inside her.
‘What if I say it’s not delicious?! First of all, I made it as I was taught by her mother in the Demonic Realm… !’
With the recipes she learned as Jegal Hwa-yeon and King Nokrim, who selects fresh ingredients, she worked together, and even though a dish that surpassed her own memory was completed, she could not relax.
This food was originally eaten by those with poor energy. A home-cooked meat dish made by the father from Paengga to fill up the lack of energy of his father from Zhuge and then attack them in the Demon King.
It was the most confident cook, but it wasn’t until I finished it that I realized that Baekwoon was the polar opposite.
Will her own dish, which replenishes her vitality to her extreme body, be dramatically delicious?
After the demonic incident, the mountain soldier who accepted herself as her woman served her food to a man she had a crush on for the first time, so she couldn’t let go of the tension. If you get an evaluation that the quality of taste is poor because it doesn’t suit your constitution… It will leave an indelible scar on the tender (?) Woman’s heart.
‘It’s delicious, right? Wouldn’t it be a twist that only the outside looks good and doesn’t taste good?’
‘Won’t you say it’s not delicious?’
A situation where you can’t let go of each other’s tension.
Baekwoon held up a makeshift chopstick he carved out of wood. Pick up a piece of meat seasoned with seasoned herbs and put it into your mouth.
Gulp.
The meat went into the mouth, chewed, and was eventually swallowed.
“…Five.”
In response to the short exclamation, she wondered if that death-like reaction had a negative meaning.
It was a heart pounding feeling.
“Why? …Isn’t it delicious?”
“No.”
Shaking his head, the unclean man began to pick up and eat the meat with his quick hands.
“It’s really good. To be honest, I feel like I could open a restaurant.”
“Is it true?”
“Yes. Seriously. Gulp. Gulp.”
“Whoa.”
It was easy to see that the answer was not a lie when he saw Baekwoon making his cheeks puff up while eating meat in succession.
The mountain soldier let out a sigh of relief, sweeping his chest, and smiled faintly at Baekwoon enjoying his food.
‘It’s good that my mother is from Penga and she cooks well. Mother, thank you.’
Unexpectedly, it was a moment when the two of them had a harmonious time.
***
He expressed his gratitude to the soldiers.
After giving her a promise to do her favor later in return, we parted ways to her who was more shy and hesitant than she thought.
Surprisingly, the food of Sangunin, who recovered his internal injuries by replenishing his yang energy, was a delicacy.
It is said that there is a special secret recovery ceremony in Hwang Bo-se or Hebuk Paeng-ga, who use the body as an asset because they are born with divine power. Is this the same as that?
Sangundo, living in the wild as the king of green forests, thought that this kind of food might have been made because his body was an asset, and he decided to ask for another favor later if the opportunity arises.
‘It was really tastier than I thought.’
I was on my way back to my room, thinking about what to give in return for the meal.
Swoop.
Umsan… In other words, the hallway of an inn that has become secluded.
I reflexively realized that the sense of being excluded was the way to bite people.
However, I felt a presence on the other side, as if a small doll was waiting for me, so I continued to walk with a sense of alertness.
Gradually, the shape is formed, and the owner of the presence begins to properly enter the field of vision.
At that place…
“Rabbit, rabbit wants his own crappy carrots~?”
“…I told my husband not to use the word crap.”
There was a girl on the downhill dressed as a rabbit.
