I'm Really A Newcomer

"As the leader of the alliance, there is no way Akalina doesn't know how precious the ninth-level sub-dragon meat is."

Meng Xiao, who walked out from behind the dragon's tail, continued Ye Taoli's words.

After briefly introducing himself to Jiang Mian, Meng Xiao casually pulled out a expensive high-end cigarette from Chu Jing. He covered his hands and lit the cigarette. His sunglasses reflected the sparks that erupted after his fingers passed across it at high speed.

Amidst the flying snow all over the sky, Meng Xiao exhaled a hot and intermittent breath of white air.

He raised his slightly stubbled chin, and the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose obscured his expression.

Meng Xiao had actually arrived at the dormitory a long time ago. The reason why he could take over the conversation so smoothly was because he just stood there for about ten minutes looking at Bairong's huge back.

The majestic and cold dragon head was close at hand, and the hand of the half-eighty-year-old man holding his cigarette trembled slightly.

A ninth-level dragon, Meng Xiao thought that even if he was demoted from Jiyue to Shuangyue and an ordinary soldier saw this, he would have no regrets in his life.

"The chefs of the entire Yue Clan will be fascinated by it. Even if it has not been processed in any way, the aroma contained under the dragon scales is already refreshing enough." Meng Xiao shook off the ashes of the burnt cigarette and said.

“Whether it’s the chef of a top restaurant or the gourmet who returns home from cooking, he will do whatever it takes to make this unparalleled dish. In this bloody storm, only those who have reached the top can be qualified to touch the ultimate. ." Meng Xiao said with some enthusiasm.

"Major, this is a bit far-fetched." Ye Taoli said softly, "Even if a tenth-level chef appears in the future, it has nothing to do with us."

"Shouldn't ninth-level chefs be very strong?" Jiang Mian asked doubtfully.

"Amian, even the best cook can't go to the battlefield. That's the pinnacle of another system." Ye Taoli said with his lips curled up, "Food can only improve happiness, even the best medicinal diet can't give immediate results."

"Eating food can improve various attributes. This is a setting only found in online games and fantasy novels... Cooks are different from fishermen. Fishermen are hunters who hunt beasts in the sea." Meng Xiao waved his hand and added, "It's just this. This matter only concerns you, Major General."

"I?"

"Because even if you offer a price of 100 billion, someone will pay." Meng Xiao said solemnly.

"No matter which profession the ninth level is, it is the supreme realm..."

Meng Xiao lifted his sunglasses with some bitterness, and the dryness and loss deep in his eyes were quietly submerged by the thin layer of black haze.

Perhaps it is because he is too close to being a peerless genius. Meng Xiao who has reached the sixth level at his age is actually considered the best among human beings, but such a leader does not even have a meager hope.

He thought that the major general and the senior colonel had already touched that threshold at such a young age. Standing among them, he was really out of place.

Jiang Mian raised his eyes and looked at the sky, the wandering snow clinging to his eyelashes.

Whether it is Li Guang or Xin Qiji, after reaching the full level, even with their skills, they cannot make up for the gap between them and the ninth level.

…

Jiang Mian gently touched Ye Taoli's green-white fingers.

"Princess."

"Um?"

"Teach me how to practice swordsmanship from scratch."

Meng Xiao looked at Jiang Mian's Qingjun face in surprise. He still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he was slightly free from the sadness.

……………………………………………………

Three months later.

Huang Kai dipped a ham sausage into the broth for dipping the tonkotsu noodles.

"Brother Huang, why do I feel like these three months have passed in the blink of an eye." Lin Jianping tore open the packaging of the braised chicken legs and said.

"Everywhere is rushing to make progress these days. We are still relatively slow. The transition to "XX" written by Teacher XX took tens of millions of years!" Huang Kai tied a napkin to his chest very gracefully. forward.

"You don't have to be like this in front of the camera. You don't have to chew carefully. Brother Huang, damn, he makes the same squeaky sound as before!"

"And why are we always the two on duty?"

"Is anyone taking care of it? Hello? Is anyone taking care of it?"

"Don't call me Jianping. It's hard to think of a character and a name. Just the two of us as Shuangyue's sentinels are enough. This world needs someone to go into battle to kill the enemy, and it also needs someone to eat instant noodles and look at this snowy field every day." Huang Kai patted Lin Jianping on the shoulder.

"There is nothing interesting about the snowfield, but it has been calm in the past three months. Wang Hai's side ceased the war for some reason. It was obviously a big fanfare at the beginning." Lin Jianping threw half of the chicken bones into the trash can.

"But the snow won't always fall so lightly, Jianping." Huang Kai said softly.

…

"If a story suddenly and inexplicably begins to deliberately create a happy atmosphere..."

Huang Kai looked at the extraordinarily gentle Xixue outside the window and suddenly lost the intention to pretend to be gentle.

So he quietly took the napkin off his neck and gently crumpled it into a ball in his palm.