If a corpse is subject to disaster, is it still a corpse?
Therefore, Wen Yan not only ignored the trouble, but even slapped away the other person's hand that was reaching out to grab the scales.
It seems that the hand of disaster is deeper than the scales of the Japanese slave god.
Seeing the attitude of his "second child", Haram didn't dare to anger him too much.
After all, it hurts to fight each other... Even though I have undergone military training, I can already fight with corpses on par.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Chen quickly changed the topic.
But in the moment of desperation, I didn't think of what to say, so I was mumbling, just like the uneducated cadres who used to be in meetings, who didn't know what was being said but still had to express themselves.
"I said...that's what...right..."
"Oh, by the way, Sister Long, Sister, how did you know that you came here to help in the fight?"
"Where's Sister Fei'er? Why didn't she come? Is she still sad?"
When Yinglong heard this, he was about to answer, but he was beaten by the simple-minded Ba Mininger.
"Uncle, do you believe that I came here because I dreamed that something happened here?"
"Ah?!" Chen was a little stunned when he heard this.
But when he saw the dignified and virtuous Yinglong nodding towards him, he finally believed that they really came here because they had the same dream.
Not only that, even the little diploma confirmed it.
"Yeah, that's it!"
"Mom, I had a dream too: I dreamed that a bad guy beat you up, and you woke up crying!"
After hearing this, Mr. Chen became even more confused. After a moment, he said: "Fuck, fuck, this is okay?!"
"Big Turtle Girl, Big Turtle Girl, who gave you the dream? It can't be our boss, right?"
"Damn it, the boss just went out for a walk and... died?!"
"In addition to our boss, are there Ba Ye, Brother Chang and the others in the dream? Don't they look miserable?!"
After these "treasonous and unethical" words, everyone was speechless for a while.
Fortunately, Mr. Chang Ba wasn't here at this time, otherwise he would have whipped this guy hard with his big tail.
Yinglong shook his head helplessly and said: "Uncle, please don't lie. My eighth master... our husband is a noble man. He will definitely turn misfortune into good fortune. How could he die in the middle of the journey?"
At this time, Mr. Chen also realized that he was being mean, and he quickly slapped his body twice.
"Papa", it sounded...
The corpse was stunned for a moment, and then immediately roared and fought with the scourge.
The current corpse cannot speak. If it could, it would definitely curse.
"You little brat, do you want some B-face?!"
"Usually, you just prick my thigh to bleed me during a fight. Why do you slap me when you say something wrong?!"
"Isn't it over? Isn't it time to bully Honest Silver?!"
The disaster was unexpectedly taken over by the corpse, and his face was scratched all over in just a few strokes.
Just when he was about to resist, he was pulled away by Wicked Cocoon: "Okay, little monster and two monsters, don't fight me first."
"It's true that we haven't seen the little gentleman for a long time. Don't let anything happen to him..."
After hearing the words, everyone felt that it made sense, and all looked at the mysterious Chen, waiting for him to make up his mind.
Although Mr. Chen doesn't like to meddle in things, he will not shirk when it comes to China's Nine Difficulties.
Without thinking about it, he immediately decided: "Xiaoyu, first catch a few small animals and slap their mouths, and ask them where our boss has gone."
"Long Jie, you, Chao'er, and Xiao Bottle will stay behind to guard our 'base camp' in a moment, and the rest of us will set off with us to find the boss!"
After special training, Mr. Chen is obviously more mature than before. At least he knows how to send people to stay behind to protect the villagers.
His arrangement was very reasonable, so even Yinglong, who was anxious to see Master Ba, could only bow down and accept the order.
For this reason, the little flying snake even glanced at Yinglong deliberately and provocatively... After all, he had won this round.
At least Uncle Chen's heart favors him...
