Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 588 My Sister's Onions

Xuanming was so scared he almost wet his pants. He wanted to crawl back up, but he was afraid of making too much noise.

Most importantly, he volunteered to be the first to go, but he was defeated in a humiliating defeat. How will he survive in the underworld after that?

He was caught between a rock and a hard place, gritting his teeth and trying to encourage himself.

The message kept repeating in his mind: "I am the one who sent you a dream by the dragon. I bear the destiny of heaven. I will succeed! If I can't succeed, who can?"

Self-brainwashing is effective. Xuanming slowly exhaled a few times, feeling much more confident.

His mind, which had been numb with fear, gradually cleared, and he began to analyze the situation calmly.

This ruin is the relic of the creator god, and it is closely related to Qin Youyou...

If he produces a token related to Qin Youyou, will his chances of winning increase?

But the deity on the bed hated being disturbed, fearing that before he could even see the token, he would fly into a rage and kill the tiny Xuanming.

Xuanming thought and thought, and finally, when everyone waiting outside was getting anxious, he came up with a good idea.

He carefully took a dish of scallion sauce from the mustard bag.

This scallion sauce is made from scallions that Qin Youyou personally cultivated. It has a pungent scallion smell and is the same variety as the scallions he had seen in the fields before.

A dish of scallion sauce was gently placed on the ground, and Xuanming waited quietly.

After a long while... there was no response...

Xuanming, unwilling to give up, took out another dish.

Keep waiting...

Still no response...

The third disc, the fourth disc...

Ten, eleven, twelve...

Xuanming secretly filled the entire room with things!

One dish could be described as having an enticing aroma of scallions, but when dozens of dishes were laid out, the scallions were thoroughly marinated, and the smell made one's eyes water.

The smell of scallions wafted out of the house, and everyone covered their noses, asking, "What's that smell?"

"It's scallion, yue..."

"Shh, keep it down, are you looking to die?"

The smell was so intense it made everyone's eyes water, and they all retreated dozens of steps as if facing a formidable enemy.

"What's that guy doing in there? Is he trying to suffocate that mysterious god and then secretly steal his seed?"

"I can't do that. If the gods aren't killed by the smoke, I'll be the first to die."

"Speaking of which, why hasn't he come out yet? Could this trick have actually worked?"

Inside, Ling Er, who was lying on the bed, finally twitched his nose, and then twitched it again.

Seeing the movement on the bed, Xuanming quickly lowered his head and shrank his body, not daring to breathe.

"Mmm, that smells so familiar." Ling Er's nose twitched like a dog's, his nose moving his neck, his neck moving his shoulders, his shoulders moving his waist, and he sat up with his eyes closed.

"Ah, I'm so sleepy, I can't keep my eyes open, but I can smell the scallions my sister made."

"Waaaaah, my sister hasn't cooked for me in so long."

"Er'er misses her older sister so much."

His eyes were still closed, but Ling Er squatted down on the ground. He found the first plate with his nose, touched it, picked it up, and started showing it off wildly.

"Ah, it smells so good!"

Then the second, the third...

Xuanming stared wide-eyed as this noble deity devoured food like a blind, starving dog; he was dumbfounded.

"Your Excellency..." he mustered his courage and spoke.

But the god didn't hear him. He was busy slurping up the scallion sauce, licking the plate until it was shiny, completely immersed in the stimulation of his taste buds, and couldn't hear any of the sounds outside.

"Your Majesty..."

I still didn't hear it.

Xuanming raised his voice a little: "Your Excellency!!"

Still no response.

It's all about showing off.

A bold plan took shape in Xuanming's mind. Seeing that the scallion sauce was about to be sold out, he took out a handful of corn candy and several large bags of potato chips, all of which were Qin Youyou's products.

They carefully placed the items on the ground, and sure enough, Er Gouzi, the spirit, was drawn by the aroma. He pushed himself up with his hands and leaped over, grabbing the potato slices and stuffing them into his mouth, chewing them with a crunchy sound.

While chewing, tears streaming down her face, she mumbled, "It tastes just like what my sister makes. It's so delicious, so delicious. My sister knows that Er'er loves this the most. Is my sister back, or is Er'er dreaming again?"

While he was busy talking, Xuanming carefully looked around. Where could the seed be?

After looking around the house, he finally found a cloth bag on Er Gouzi's belt.

"So delicious, so delicious!" Er Gouzi, the god, was in tears.

"If it's delicious, that's good." Xuanming responded ingratiatingly, seeing that he was still immersed in the food and unresponsive to the outside world, he mustered his courage...

He raised his hand and reached for Ling Er's waist. The next moment, the bag landed in his hand as he wished, without the god even noticing.

Get it!

Xuanming was overjoyed. He noticed that after he took the bag, Ling Er's belt was empty. But the next moment, a new bag appeared on it. Xuanming mustered his courage and tried to take it again, but somehow, he could no longer touch it.

Could it be because each team can only take one bag? Xuanming guessed.

Seeing that the food on the ground was almost gone, he dared not delay any longer and quietly retreated outside.

He breathed a long sigh of relief after his foot had completely stepped out of the threshold.

"Huh, done!"

He tossed the cloth bag high into the air, caught it, opened it, and smiled: "It's definitely seeds."

The explorers were all astonished to see that he had actually come out alive.

“It actually worked?”

What was that scallion smell from just now?

"Did they really smother the gods?"

"This duck, I didn't expect it to actually have some skills."

"I don't understand why someone as capable as him would choose to be a gigolo?"

Xuanming was feeling quite pleased with himself, listening to the exclamations of those around him, when he suddenly heard the last two sentences and stumbled.

With an angry glare, he shouted: "You're the duck! Your whole family are ducks!"

Everyone was startled. On the surface, they said nothing more, but in their hearts they were thinking, "The duck is quite concerned about its image..."

Qin Fu and the others took the mustard seed bag from Xuan Ming's hands, their faces showing approval: "I didn't expect you to be so capable."

Xuanming raised an eyebrow, about to show off, but the word "okay" reminded him of a duck, and his smug expression quickly deflated.

Ying Linlin looked at Xuanming curiously: "Brother, may I ask how you cleared the level?"

Xuanming would never reveal the great secret that he knew the Creator God and had cooperated with him.

With such strong connections, who else in the second level has them? Who among us here has them? Even if he told everyone, no one would believe him.

Xuanming said mysteriously, "I'll only reveal a little bit: the deity inside the house is a bit gluttonous."

Greedy?

Everyone was taken aback. Recalling the strong smell of scallions from before, their faces showed a complicated expression.

It's fine to be greedy, but why do you have to like scallions...?

This god certainly has some unusual tastes!

Everyone looked enviously at the seeds in Xuanming's hand, itching to be the second to enter the house, but also a little afraid.