Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 725 - 321 What is this?_1

Chapter 725: Chapter 321 What is this?_1

Qin Shou laughed heartily three times, "This is what you call tasty? Hahaha..."

Shen was taken aback, "Isn’t it delicious?"

Qin Shou tapped on the Turtle Shell Pot, making a clanging sound, "Let me tell you, the master of your big brother is the Kitchen God! Do you know what the Kitchen God is? Only the person who can cook the best food under Heaven can be called the Kitchen God. This meat in the pot, if given to him, I reckon even the dogs he raises would despise it."

Qin Shou’s other skills were average, but when it came to bragging, he definitely could kill two Shens with it. He wasn’t in a hurry to eat anymore; he figured that if he wanted to escape today, it all depended on how well he talked up his game.

Qin Shou crossed his legs, sat down, opened his mouth, and began to boast with spittle flying, "I’m not just sprouting hot air, I haven’t even learned one ten-thousandth of my master’s skills! And that’s not all, take the meat in this pot for example. First, let’s talk about the quality of the meat. The Yuan Qi here is so terrible that the meat is flimsy and tasteless. Even if the ingredients were subpar, the real issue is the low-grade spices I added afterward. If you get the chance, follow me to my master’s place. The dishes he stews in one pot are so amazing that not just the meat, but if you were to eat just a leaf of cabbage, you’d bite your own tongue off in delight!"

Listening to Qin Shou, Shen was drooling profusely and then asked with immense nervous excitement, "Doesn’t matter if it tastes good or not, but... are there really beautiful women dancing?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou’s expression immediately froze, realizing he’d been blowing his own trumpet all this while, but on the wrong note!

This isn’t a dragon hungry for food, it’s a dragon hungry for lust!

Chongba and the Eight Trigrams Furnace, who were listening, couldn’t hold back and started laughing uncontrollably on the ground.

Qin Shou cleared his throat and said solemnly, "As the Saint says: ’When full of food and drink, one thinks of carnal desires.’ In this wretched, isolated place of yours, you should first think about having enough to eat and drink before dreaming of beauties."

Shen nodded, "That makes sense. Just listening to you, I felt full, and then I started thinking about beauties. Brother, do you really have beauties over there?"

Qin Shou: "￥#...￥"

At that moment, Chongba yelled out, "Don’t ask anymore, let me tell you, he’s surrounded by beauties, the top-notch kind!"

The Eight Trigrams Furnace chimed in, "That’s right, come with us, beauties galore!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou immediately understood the intentions of the two, thinking no matter what, he should just fool this fierce creature first.

So Qin Shou patted his chest and promised, "Follow me, Brother, and you’ll never lack women."

Shen replied, "I’ll take your word for it, I’ll hang with you from now on."

Qin Shou breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he didn’t have to worry about being killed by the dragon anymore.

Shen then said, "So I’m your little brother now, does that mean you’ll look after me from now on?"

Qin Shou nodded, "Of course! If anyone bullies you, tell me, I’ll help you beat them up."

Shen asked, "Will you provide meals?"

Qin Shou naturally replied, "Of course I will! And you’ll eat well, drink well, and have a good time!"

Shen insisted, "Do we have an agreement?"

Qin Shou proclaimed, "A gentleman’s word is as good as his bond."

Shen replied, "All right, I believe you. So, uh, can you help me pull myself out?"

Qin Shou, Chongba, and the Eight Trigrams Furnace suddenly had question marks over their heads! Pull out? What does that mean?

The next moment, everything before their eyes changed unexpectedly—gone were the illusionary mirage and the giant dragon. There was nothing!

A Fat Cat appeared in front of them!

This cat, with black and white patches and as fat as a pig, was stuck in a small hole, its head outside, its butt stuck below, and its front paws resting on the ground, looking at the three people pitifully.

Qin Shou looked around and immediately realized that this was evidently a dilapidated planet! To be exact, it couldn’t even be considered a planet; it was just a piece of junk land floating in the starry sky!

Qin Shou quickly looked at the meat in the pot, relieved that it was real.

Then Qin Shou turned to Chongba and asked, "What’s going on here?"

Chongba was just as confused, shaking his head and saying, "I don’t know."

The Eight Trigrams Furnace said, "If you want to know why, there, there..." pointing at Fat Cat.

Qin Shou turned around, knocked on Fat Cat’s head, and asked, "What on earth are you?"

Without moving, Fat Cat looked up at Qin Shou, letting him knock on his head, grinned weakly, and said, "I’m a cat, haven’t you seen one before?"

Qin Shou: "..."

Qin Shou said, "Spill the beans, what exactly are you? And the Mirage Dragon we saw earlier?"

Fat Cat yawned and said, "That was me..."

Bang!

Qin Shou smacked the cat’s head and said, "Quit your bullshit, you got stuck in a hole, and you say you’re a dragon? Why don’t you just say you’re the Ancestral Dragon?"

Smacking his lips, Fat Cat said, "I wasn’t stuck; I just couldn’t be bothered to move. Help me out, and I’ll explain slowly."

Qin Shou, for the first time in his life, had heard such a reason, staring at Fat Cat with wide eyes and saying, "Couldn’t be bothered to come out?"

Fat Cat matter-of-factly said, "Ah... I fell asleep last time, woke up buried in the dirt, and it took me thirty years to dig a hole half a meter long. Oh, those thirty years, I had it tough, sleeping only ten ’shichens’ a day, seriously sleep-deprived. Look at me, I’ve even got dark circles."

Having said that, Fat Cat gave Qin Shou a wink with its big eyes.

At that moment, Qin Shou had only one thought—to slap him!

Damn, thirty years to dig half a meter and you’re complaining about being tired!

Sleeping ten ’shichens’ a day and still you think that’s not enough? What do you want, to sleep the full twelve ’shichens’ and just die in your sleep?

Qin Shou swore, he had never seen anything so lazy in his life!

Qin Shou pinched the other’s chubby face, looked at his own pot, the soup was still there, but not much meat left...

Smacking his lips, Qin Shou said, "Brother He, do you want to sleep a full twelve ’shichens’? I got a way."

Fat Cat’s eyes lit up: "What’s the way?"

Qin Shou said, "Simple, since sleeping twelve ’shichens’ is almost like being dead, why don’t you find somewhere else to sleep, how about my belly?"

Upon hearing this, Fat Cat immediately sported a face full of disdain, "Not good at all, if I go in, I’ll have to be pulled out, then I’d end up sleeping in a latrine."

Hearing this, Qin Shou was somewhat at a loss for words.

The two plump figures, one standing and the other lying down, just stared at each other for a long while until finally, Fat Cat said, "You said you’re the big brother, you’re supposed to look out for me. You can’t even help me out now, can you?"

Qin Shou was scared off by this lazybones, yanked Fat Cat out of the hole, and simultaneously asked, "How many years have you been lying there?"

Fat Cat angrily said, "Can you not insult me? You can call me lazy, but can’t say I’ve been lying there for how many years?"

Qin Shou, puzzled, asked, "So how should I ask?"

Fat Cat said indignantly, "You should ask, how many years have I crawled! Let me think, it took me thirty years to dig the hole, three and a half years to crawl halfway out, where could you find someone as diligent as me, eh?"