"Squeak!"

The little flying squirrel's originally low-hanging head was gradually raised under Lu Feng's encouragement, and then its claws were clenched, showing its high fighting spirit again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Then, under Lu Feng's gaze, the little flying squirrel jumped into the first floor of the five buildings following Lu Feng's path just now, and immediately Lu Feng's sensitive squirrel ears heard the sound of various switches ringing.

Perhaps it was the sound of Lu Feng turning on the lighter and the flames that opened the little flying squirrel's brain, which frantically moved around the room, waving its claws along the walls, stoves, and various gadgets from time to time, and various switches also actively responded to the movements of the little flying squirrel, constantly making crisp sounds.

It's a pity that although the [Emerald Dream] copied everything in Bojiang Green Park, the electricity, water conservancy, and gas pipelines have lost their sources, so no matter how active the little flying squirrel is, it can only listen to a sound, and it will not have any effect.

"Squeak!"

Where are you, little flying squirrel?

Soon, after a series of crisp switch sounds, Lu Feng didn't hear the sound from the room, and was a little uneasy, Lu Feng jumped on the stainless steel fence of the room and looked inside the window. Then, in the light of the green sun shining in, Lu Feng saw the little flying squirrel with a body the size of two fingers struggling to move a gas tank with a height of more than twenty centimeters and a diameter of four or five centimeters, and a small flamethrower like a pistol with a barrel, handle, and switch stuck on the canister!

"Squeak!"

Lu Feng's chirping obviously excited the little flying squirrel, it stopped moving the gas tank, climbed to the top of the gas tank on all fours, and then held the handle and switch with its front paws, and then pressed it vigorously.

"Tart!"

"Boom ————!"

After the sound of a crisp electronic igniter, the front of the barrel immediately sounded a continuous sound of air turbulence, and at the same time, from the front end of the barrel, a blue and white flame divided into obvious internal and external flames erupted, instantly increasing the surrounding temperature by ten percent.

This is a small acetylene spray gun, divided according to the use, mainly used for jewelry heating and barbecue ignition, usually the spray gun and acetylene gas tank are placed separately, only when used will be combined. I don't know if the owner of the [Jade Dream] forgot to unscrew it after the barbecue or was using it when the [Jade Dream] was copied and upgraded, anyway, there was such a small gas tank that had been prepared and waited for use in the house quietly waiting for the user.

"Squeak!"

Be careful!

Seeing the flames erupt, Lu Feng immediately let out a rapid chirp, reminding the little flying squirrel that this was very dangerous. The flame temperature of the acetylene gas tank ignited by a small spray gun is as high as 1,200 degrees, and as long as the small body of the little flying squirrel is rubbed a little, there is a fear of life.

"Squeak!"

However, unlike Lu Feng's anxious chirping, the little flying squirrel's chirping revealed great excitement, the flames shot out of the acetylene spray gun were much stronger than the napkins it lit by drilling wood for fire, and when the switch was released, the blue and white flames continued to shoot out, and the little flying squirrel climbed down the gas tank and staggered to lift the gas tank along with the spray gun.

Then in the next second, the little flying squirrel's front paws were too short to hold the gas tank closed, and the spray gun on the gas tank turned the head of the gun, and the blue and white flames instantly swept through the body of the little flying squirrel.

"Squeak!"

The distance was too far, even if Lu Feng jumped off immediately, it was too late, he could only silently close his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly at the reality of the little flying squirrel being burned and scorched.

However, after waiting for a few seconds, Lu Feng did not hear the sound of the little flying squirrel being injured and screaming, but instead contained a chirp with greater excitement, he opened his eyes, and immediately saw a small flying squirrel wrapped in blue and white flames jumping in place excitedly, and at the same time making a crisp chirping sound at Lu Feng.

"Squeak!"

What's going on?

Could it be that this is also one of Ratatosk's talents?

"I've never seen such a talent, but I can only explain this phenomenon with natural ability."

[Nodashir]'s soul was with Lu Feng, but his thoughts were slightly deflected, and [Nodashir] immediately sensed it and transmitted his thoughts.

This kind of situation can indeed only be described as talent, because after the excitement has passed, the little flying squirrel finds that it is not very pleasant to burn flames all over its body, no matter where it wants to go or what it wants to take, it must first pass the test of the flames on its own body.

The high temperature of 1,200 degrees is obviously not something that ordinary objects can withstand, and the objects that the little flying squirrel has in their hands are either charred into carbon, or melt into liquid and slide off quickly, and then re-condense a little further away from the little flying squirrel.

"Squeak!"

However, Lu Feng also saw the intelligence of the little flying squirrel, and confirmed that he could not do other things with the flames all over his body, after thinking for a while, the little flying squirrel opened his mouth and took a deep breath, and then the blue and white flames on his body poured into the mouth of the little flying squirrel, disappearing into the depths of his esophagus.

And the little flying squirrel returned to room temperature, and there was no trace of this being a flame rat.

"Squeak!"

Be careful, your flames are dangerous, use them with caution!

Compared with ordinary squirrels, Lu Feng is only stronger and faster, and there is nothing else special, so after the little flying squirrel withdrew the flames, Lu Feng jumped off the balcony again, came to the little flying squirrel's side, patted its head gently, and admonished at the same time. Originally, Lu Feng thought that the first name Ratatosk would be produced between [Iron Fang] and [Fat Man], but he didn't expect it to be a little flying squirrel!

"Squeak!"

The little flying squirrel also chirped in response to Lu Feng, saying that he understood this matter. It's just that because he has just comprehended the characteristics and become the only adult individual in the Rattosk clan, the little flying squirrel can't control his fire ability well, and there will always be a spark at the corner of his mouth when he opens his mouth to chirp, so Lu Feng asked the little flying squirrel to practice well in the Bojiang Green Park until he can flexibly control the flames, and then return to Bojiang Park.

And after telling the little flying squirrel, Lu Feng quickly jumped out of the room, climbed the branches along the big camphor tree, and plunged into the pale green screen, and reappeared in the real world in Bojiang Park.

"Lao Liu, let's dance together!"

"No, I can't dance, I'll keep walking!"

Compared with the silence in [Jade Dream], the real Bojiang Green Park is more popular and more real.

Listening to the conversation of the old man, Lu Feng quickly crossed the branches, climbed onto the water pipe, jumped after UI, and squatted steadily on the windowsill of Building 5 606.

In front of Lu Feng, there are dozens of boxes of small walnuts piled up, hundreds of squirrels have a clear division of labor, showing assembly line operations, and the plump small walnuts that have just been selected are put back into the box and sealed, and there is a cardboard box in the corner that is specially used to hold small walnuts with empty shells and deflated meat.