The speaker was unintentional and the listener was interested, not to mention that the eavesdropping guy was really not very good at it and his ears almost stood up.
A group of evolvers glared at the talkative Wandering Demon. They hated iron but not steel. The good guy, Boss Lin, had finally been quiet for a few days. Ning wanted to cause trouble again?
The Wandering Demon raised his eyebrows and clenched his fists, his face full of provocation and eagerness to try.
"What are you looking at?"
I...
us...
No matter what...
So a group of evolved people glared at Lin Chou, trying to use their angry eyes to make this guy repent and learn his mistakes and change his life.
"Huh?" Lin Chou glanced over.
I'm scared, I'm scared to be clear and clear.
The MMP in the hearts of a group of people, this world is full of power and oppression of the weak, ying ying ying.
What can I do? I can't beat him again and again, I can't run away. I can only watch as Boss Lin has to jump back and forth between closing the store and running away and the completely unreliable ideological realization that the customer is God.
——Ta Lin’s character has never been reliable!
at night.
Various source crystal lighting facilities, fires, and car lights have formed several spectacular winding light strips under the Loop Corridor.
Lin Chou and the wandering demon dog huddled beside a fire, roasting pigeons.
In the boiling spring next to it, there is warm Leiniu butter tea.
"Speaking of that yellow sand worm..."
"Hmm," the Wandering Demon's skill at roasting pigeons was not very good, and he could never find the point where the temperature was just right. The pigeons in his hand still looked raw after being battered, "That thing is hard to deal with. They are huge, they can burrow into the ground, they are poisonous, and they live in groups.”
Lin Chou nodded happily,
"Is it tasty?"
This time it was Wandering Demon's turn to scratch his head. He touched a bottle of Binzhen beer, twisted his thumb and index finger, and the bottle cap flew off. The bottle of wine was consumed in an instant.
"The venom glands and skin of the yellow sand worm are the best materials and are of extremely high value. As for whether it is delicious or not...well...the stomach of that thing is empty. It is full of poisonous sand and has no meat!"
Lin Chou made a gesture like a tube,
"I understand, it's empty, right? How thick is the skin?"
"A few dozen centimeters."
The wandering demon threw the half-cooked pigeon into his mouth and chewed half of it.
His eyes were very profound.
I never thought that I, the old traveler, would one day elope with someone?
male?
What's wrong with the man?
Aren’t men better than dogs?
Lin Chou looked sideways at the wandering demon,
"I always think you have some very rude thoughts."
The wandering demon panicked,
"Oh no, I mean it's boring to play with dogs all the time."
Lin Chou: "???"
The wandering demon can't wait to overturn his heavenly spirit cap with a knife——
Your mother sells batches, what happened to me today? Why do I need to explain to others what is going on in my head?
Is it true, as those evolvers said, that Lin Chou can really infect the people around him with his "outspoken" attribute, and that when he thinks about something, he can't help but leak it?
In my memory, it seems that only the aura of the warlock has this effect...
Then the Wandering Demon became distracted again, remembering the fear of all evolvers being dominated by that purple, indestructible halo of bad luck.
Yes, that's right, even the majestic dog king Wandering Demon is not exempt from this thing.
The corners of the wandering demon's mouth twitched,
"Animals, bugs, how can anyone materialize the attribute of unlucky into a halo and use it, why not give it such a lofty name, what is it called?"
"Wait, why did I say it again??"
"It's poisonous!"
Lin Chou also started to twitch the corner of his mouth - it's not what this person was talking about, he was going here and there, and his words didn't match his words.
Give me freedom or give me death!
Lin Chou's expression was mixed with determination and sneakiness, which was very contradictory.
"So, when are you going to run away, I mean, when are you going to find the sand worms?"
"First make money from the head tax of the Development Committee," the Wandering Demon looked at him, "Are you running away again? What will happen to the store? If you run away with me, I will probably have a large group of fifth- and sixth-level bosses surrounding me next time I come back. Circle kick, do you think I'm really stupid?"
The Wandering Devil said in his heart: Although you have captured my stomach, you still can't win my heart. You want me, You, to take the blame for you, it's impossible!
Lin Chou blinked his eyes and started talking nonsense.
"Well, there are still Sister Otsuki Hung and her apprentice. My apprentice is very good and I have to teach him. Although there is still a gap, we can barely do business."
"Who are you bluffing?" Wandering Demon sneered, "Your apprentice is famous for not being able to shred potatoes. You can only sell salt-baked chicken in a small restaurant, not even pig blood soup!"
Lin Chou: "..."
Gan!
Please bear with me!
The expression is one of gritted teeth.
He thought to himself, Su Yourong, just wait for your father. Good guy, how famous are you? Even the wandering demons who come back every few months and roam the wilderness all year round know about your glorious deeds - order fifty more Tons of potatoes!
In the back mountain, in the distance, Su Yourong, who was riding on Gungun's neck, shuddered.
Sister Otsuki Hung, who was knitting a sweater at the side, looked up.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah..." Su Yourong was in a daze for a moment, and continued to tuck the soft hair on the inside of her neck, "No... it's nothing, I always feel like someone is talking bad about me behind my back."
Gungun whined.
Su Yourong grabbed two handfuls of hard corn candies from his pocket and stuffed them into Gungan's mouth, coaxing,
"Okay, okay, you'll be fine soon. Shihu said, your hair loss is too serious. If you don't take care of it, I will throw you into the sea and take a bath tomorrow."
Gungun chewed the candy, whimpered twice in grievance, and stopped moving.
Su Yourong and Sister Dayuexiong looked at each other, showing a sneaky smile as if their plot had succeeded.
He's afraid of rolling water, so he's so easy to bully.
Su Yourong complained,
"I haven't seen that dog for several days. Hum, that wandering demon is so annoying. He brought back a large group of dogs. The four dogs were so fascinated by those beautiful little bitches that they couldn't even open their eyes."
Sister Dayuexiong took a handful of soft, shiny hair from Su Yourong's hand,
"Fortunately there is still Gungun."
Sister Otsuki Hung put the more than half-knitted sweater beside her, put a simple loom about the size of a mainframe case on her lap and started operating it.
"The quality of billowing hair is much better than that of Sigouzi. Mixing it into knitted sweaters will definitely bring the quality to a higher level."
Isn't this nonsense?
What level does Si Gouzi have?
There are so many bosses in Mingguang, but who would have seen such a prodigal knitting a sweater with the fur of a top-level sixth-order behemoth?
Although no one dares to snatch the things woven by Sister Da Yuexiong, those who secretly look at them and drool can really grab a lot of them. Evolvers who want these things can go from Yanhui Mountain to Mingguang Base City.
From masks, scarves, gloves to now sweaters, Sister Otsuki’s dream is to make up the Liushen costume.
There is light in the red eyes,
"When the time comes, let's see if that little bitch dies!!"
Su Yourong curled her lips and felt a little numb.
"Sister Akazhi, let's forget it, we will be beaten to death..."
"Huh," Chi Zhi said with a fighting spirit, "Nonsense, if that prodigal woman didn't have a handy weapon in her hand, how could she compare with me? A third-class cripple with two dates embedded in the frying pan, I really think I'm a vegetarian. ?”
Su Yourong glanced at the animal skin tube top that the big-breasted sister had to bear every day and worked hard under pressure that she should not bear at this age, and lowered her head in inferiority.
Okay, okay, Ning's capital can really say that anyone is a jujube stuck in a frying pan.
However, Su Yourong adjusted his mentality very quickly and quietly whispered the finishing blow.
"It's not her, it's Shihu."
"Hmph," Chi Zhi muttered, "at worst, I'll have to wash dishes for him for the rest of his life."
"What?"
"nothing..."
