Wang Ping'an hates being deceived the most, even if it's a crocodile.

With his keen sense, he thought that the crocodile was still in this pond, but he caught all the fish, but there were no crocodiles?

Could it be that a crocodile is not a fish?

Thinking of this, Wang Ping'an took out his mobile phone and searched online: Is a crocodile a fish?

Soon, the results came in.

It is clear that crocodiles are not fish, they are amphibians and reptiles, breathe with their lungs, fertilize their bodies, and can survive on land as well as in water.

Seeing these materials, Wang Ping'an felt that he had gained a lot and gained a lot of knowledge.

Now that you know that crocodiles are not fish, it's easy to do next.

So Wang Ping'an concentrated his thoughts, and only thought about catching the crocodile, regardless of whether it was a fish or an amphibian reptile.

In this way, I saw that there was a dazed crocodile in the grid of his system warehouse, looking demented.

"Who am I, where am I, what happened?"

The soul trifecta is torturing its brain cells.

However, after entering the storage lattice, it has remained the same, unable to move, nor to die, nor to decay, and will remain in the same state as it was when it entered it.

Wang Ping'an threw ordinary freshwater fish into his pond evenly, leaving only the carnivorous fish to keep in the pond next to the tin house.

As for the crocodile, Wang Ping'an plans to kill it tomorrow morning.

As for how to kill, I haven't thought about it yet.

After all, picking up pigs, dogs, and the like every day, and then picking up the crocodiles that were killed, will it arouse the suspicion of others?

"Worried, why is it so difficult to find a reasonable cause of death for a crocodile? I really want to buy a copy of "A Hundred Ways to Die of a Crocodile". ”

With this confusion and worry, Wang Ping'an slowly fell asleep, and seemed to have had a lot of dreams, but he couldn't think of one.

I didn't want to get up in the morning, but when I thought that the crocodile was still in the warehouse lattice, and it had to die today, Wang Ping'an got up with a grunt.

The crocodile must die, and if it doesn't, the villagers who are clearing the wasteland today will not be in peace of mind.

After all, no one wants to be in danger, and they don't want to have a crocodile rush out from behind and eat themselves while they are working.

So Wang Ping'an didn't brush his teeth or wash his face, so he released the crocodile and threw it in the open space in front of the tin house.

As soon as it landed, the crocodile instantly recovered from its confused state, its eyes showed a fierce light, and it stared at Wang Ping'an fiercely.

It was hungry and angry, after all, it had not eaten yesterday and was stoned and injured.

And in the blink of an eye, he came to this ghost place inexplicably, and there was an ugly creature with straight legs, staring at him with a worried face.

No, I'm too hungry to let go of this creature in front of me with straight legs, because he has a strong smell of food.

The crocodile has small short legs and a long tail, but when it hunts, it is as fast as lightning, swishing, with a fishy wind, and pounces on Wang Ping'an.

The mouth full of fangs is wide open, and it is horrific and terrifying.

Wang Ping'an didn't dodge or dodge, a fist smashed on its head, and with a bang, the crocodile's mouth closed suddenly, and the whole head fell into the dirt and stones, and the dust flew.

The crocodile was stunned by him in an instant, there were countless little stars flying in front of him, and he just wanted to open his mouth again, but he saw Wang Ping'an punching one punch after another, bang, smashing non-stop.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of punches were smashed, all the way to smashing the crocodile's head under the ground.

There was a deep pit in the shape of a crocodile's head, just burying its head in it, while its body and tail were still on it, trembling faintly.

This poor crocodile didn't know what kind of existence he had provoked until he died.

"Whew! It's finally solved!" Wang Ping'an felt satisfied when he saw the scene in front of him.

Maybe it didn't feel perfect, but he covered the crocodile's deformed head with a layer of dirt and buried its head in the dirt completely, which showed an innocent smile.

Then, he took out his mobile phone, gave a few close-ups of the crocodile, and then took a few photos with the crocodile and posted them on the circle of friends.

Nine pictures, with a sentence: "There is a stupid crocodile at home, burrowing into the soil and suffocating to death, and there is crocodile meat to eat when you get in bed, so Kaisen!"

In Wang Ping'an's WeChat, except for a few relatives and friends, the rest of the people are all fans and Shennong Taozi's live broadcast room customers, all female fans, and some cute boys who think they are female fans.

Seeing that Wang Ping'an finally posted a circle of friends, he rushed over in an instant, and after liking it, he had time to comment.

"Wow, the good guy anchor is so handsome, I haven't seen you start a live broadcast for a long time, I miss you so much!

"Good guy anchor, your skin is so smooth, you just got up and didn't wash your face, you are so handsome, if you put on makeup, powder and lipstick, you must be super handsome! By the way, do you like women's clothing? I have a few sets of super beautiful custom models here, can I mail you two sets?"

"Huh, there's a crocodile behind you, is it a model toy? It's so cute, it's as cute as the anchor!"

Everyone's focus is not on the same channel at all, and few people pay attention to crocodiles, and they are all concerned about some boring, even incomprehensible questions.

Wang Ping'an pursed his lips, glanced at it a few times, and then closed his phone.

"It turned out that people didn't care about the cause of the crocodile's death at all, but I was too worried. Wang Ping'an said.

At this moment, I saw Laiwang and the war committee appear together and enter the orchard to work.

When the two of them saw a big crocodile in front of Wang Ping'an, they were immediately frightened.

"Boss, danger, get out of the way!" The war commissar picked up a bamboo pole, rushed over, rounded it, and whipped it on the crocodile's back.

Smack, snap two sticks, the crocodile trembled slightly, no additional reaction.

Laiwang was so frightened that he had already climbed the peach tree, and when he saw the brave performance of the war commissar, he was a little ashamed, jumped down, picked up a stone, and ran towards the crocodile as well.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to throw stones...... Huh, why doesn't the crocodile move?" asked Laiwang as he slowed down and asked in disbelief.

Wang Ping'an waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, don't toss, if my guess is right, it's dead." ”

"Hmm, how did it die?" the war commissar still didn't feel at ease to make up the two sticks, and when he saw that it really didn't move, he threw away the bamboo pole stupidly.

Hearing this question, Wang Ping'an's eyes suddenly lit up, and finally someone mentioned this question, fortunately, he was prepared and had already thought of the answer.

"It burrowed into the dirt and suffocated, and when I woke up, I saw it dead here. Wang Ping'an said this reason and felt a sense of accomplishment.

"......" Laiwang and the war committee glanced at each other and sighed silently.

Alas, the boss invented a new way to die, and finally it was not the crocodile itself that killed him, and there was progress, which is worthy of praise.