After Wicked Cocoon went out, Zhang Chao also realized: Yes, someone has to watch over his relatives outside!
As soon as he thought about it, the gangster who always worked hard and rushed to do the work weakly opened his mouth and found a perfect reason for himself.
"Hua, Boss Hua, Brother Chang, and Master Ba, my feet smell...very smelly, so I won't sleep in the house."
"Go out and spend the night with Brother Cocoon..."
After the child who had "become the master" finished speaking, he ran out of the house without waiting for Hua Jiunan to object.
Seeing such a scene, Xin Lianshan, a veteran official, suddenly muttered in his heart.
Are you all out? Then do I have to find a reason to go out? !
Now the rest of the people in the room are all "leaders", so what's the matter with me, a "gatekeeper" who is paralyzed here without any importance?
What if there is a gathering of important people (in ancient times, a meeting) and it is inconvenient to talk about some things yourself...
As soon as he thought of this, Haogui Xin Lianshan immediately spoke with a charming smile on his face.
"Little sir, Mr. Long, the Eighth Prince, what about... I'm snoring and my feet are smelly, so I'd better follow you out."
"You're busy...you're busy."
"If anything happens, just scream louder. I'm a light sleeper."
...
Not to mention the helpless Hua Jiunan and the other two people in the house, when the ghost Xin Lianshan came outside the house where the green-haired zombie was kept, he saw the wicked cocoon sitting on the back of a country turtle the size of a basin, grabbing the person's thin neck and violently slapping him. Mouth.
The kind-hearted Gang Jing stood aside and was extremely conflicted: he wanted to speak out to persuade, but he didn't dare. After all, the general grid of the evil cocoon was really scary.
The so-called earthworms are the dry tortoises on land, not the specific kind of insects.
The ghost Xin Lianshan looked amused, walked a few steps closer and started teasing.
"Brother Cocoon, why don't you slap the bastard when you have nothing to do?"
"Why, did he offend you?!"
When he heard that it was one of his own, Wu Dexu didn't even raise his head. He fanned himself and spoke in a low voice.
"Didn't you offend me?"
"As soon as we came out of it, this big bastard flew over from nowhere."
"It hit me right on the head. It shocked me...I was so scared that I lost all my sleep!"
Ahem, with the giant cocoon's ungrateful body and the five-element fighting body, nothing will happen even if a bastard falling from the sky hits him on the head.
At most it would scare him...
The ghost Xin Lianshan was surprised when he heard this: "What? A flying tortoise?"
"Come on, how can it fly if it doesn't even have wings?!"
This sentence stunned Wude Yuwen: Yes, how did a country turtle fly up and hit himself on the head?
So the guy continued to grab the bumpkin by the neck and slap his mouth while interrogating him.
"Tell me, are you a hidden weapon in the shape of a bastard! Who hit you here?!"
"Are you trying to plot against me and prevent me from accompanying the first warrior to participate in the next Huashan sword debate?"
After three consecutive questions, not only the locals were confused, but Zhang Chao and Xin Lianshan were also confused.
It's completely unrelated things, how did the stupid guy come up with it!
It seems that in the future it would be better for him to listen less to the evil...the Major General's nonsense...
Akuma, who really couldn't stand it anymore, coughed twice and stretched out his hand to pull the evil cocoon.
"Brother, please take a rest first."
"If you slap that big bastard like this, even if you want to say it, you can't say it out loud...isn't it... that the good guys are all covered in foam?"
"Stop it quickly, the big bastard seems to be dying..."
After the kind-hearted Zhang Chao rescued him for a while, the unlucky bumpkin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After trying hard to open his small eyes that were so swollen that they could hardly be opened, he looked at the fear on the face of the wicked cocoon.
Looking at the pitiful big bastard, the instigator, Wicked Cocoon, was not satisfied.
"Hurry up and say it!"
"If you don't tell me, I'll slap your mouth!"
The bumpkin was obviously frightened by the beating. Hearing this, he immediately screamed and screamed at his cocoon...
