"! What is this? ”

No wonder it's a little cold! The fat man noticed that he was wearing a strange leather vest.

I don't know what kind of leather it is, but it's purely natural and handmade. It is said to be a system, but in fact, it is also a bit of a lift. It was a whole piece of skin, roughly cut, with two holes in it for the arm to stick out. That's too confusing, isn't it?

Emma, who wore this for me?

The fat man scanned around with the eyes of a falcon, and the extreme of his gaze was still limited to a circular area of seven or eight meters. Farther away is the impenetrable blue and white mist.

No one. There are no rats. The frozen ground is covered with sparse weeds.

Brother is back again? Anyway, it's two times ripe, and the fat man forces himself to calm down.

Underneath was a pair of leather trousers, which had been used with needles and threads, and they were loosely wrapped around the legs. The belt is a leather cord that is tied in a knot.

If there's something big to deal with, it's prone to big problems.

The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched, he twitched, tugged his belly, pulled his belt forward, and looked down - a big lump......

Well, if you don't give a vest, forget it, okay give a pair of panties?

The yin wind blows, and the belly is covered with goosebumps. The fat man tightened his leather vest, but he still couldn't cover his belly, and he didn't even have a button. What is called a pit dad, this is called a pit dad.

Needless to say, there is also a pair of leather shoes on the feet, which are hand-sewn by pure nature, and the size is also the foot.

Brother, this is a time travel to prehistory?

The fat man's nerves are thick enough to be at ease when they come - but what's the matter without the sun?

Well, the smog has been a bit big lately.

There is also a blue and white mist above the head, brother, is this staying in a hemisphere?

Four-way same-sex, no difference. The fat man gritted his back molars and walked forward slowly. The fog in front of you automatically drifts away, and the fog in the back gradually thickens. It's also a moving hemisphere.

Brother is a guinea pig? Who is raising and observing my brother? The fat man felt cold from the bottom of his heart.

This breeder is not a thing, do you dare to feed the mice? Do you dare to raise the temperature? The fat man touched his big belly with pimples, and he really didn't dare to take a big step.

There was a sound of a rope ahead. The fat man tiptoed over, and sure enough, there was a giant rat gnawing at the weeds.

That's what shot my brother!

The fat man bent down, slowly adjusted his posture, and then rushed over with lightning speed, and the big mouse really didn't react!

"Bang!"

A kick, a splash of blood! The slightly warm flesh pounced on the fat man. The fat man didn't feel disgusted. However, no matter how big a mouse is, you can't eat it, right?

Hey? What is this?

Where the rat was broken, two cakes were exposed!

The fat man picked it up and wiped it on the weeds. Golden yellow, shiny and shiny, half a centimeter thick, three centimeters in diameter, heavy and very textured.

Something that should be useful. Or, is this a gold coin?

Can a hard-haired mouse still burst gold coins? Could it be that the hard-haired rats are not eating grass, but robbing tombs? The fat man squatted down to take a closer look, and there was hard frozen soil under the weeds, and there was no trace of excavation.

So, where did the gold coins come from? No matter how hard the rat's fur is, he has no clothes on, and of course he has no pockets.

Well, brother doesn't have pockets either.

The fat man tossed and played with two gold coins, and felt that this dream was a little interesting.

Well, it's a dream, and I'll wake up later. I'll wake up later...... Right?

Ahead, there was the sound of a rope. No, there are two o'clock as well. There is also a direction at ten o'clock. More than one place. The fat man calmly retreated slowly.

At the edge of the fog, five or six giant rats appeared, their movements relatively stiff, and they felt a little stupid. The ears turned slightly, and the nose sniffed on the ground.

Are they searching? You don't seem to notice me, but you smell the same kind of flesh and blood?

The fat man stepped back silently and silently, and seven or eight more rats appeared, and together they surrounded the direction where the rat in front of him had been exploded.

One or two heads are easy to deal with, and more than a dozen heads are besieged, and my brother is the rhythm of being shot...... At this time, the fat man had already stepped back five or six meters. it! There was also the sound of Si Xi Suo from behind!

The fat man was in a cold sweat, brother, is this surrounded?

Die or die, I'll be back!

There were only three rats at five o'clock. The fat man rushed over there, his big feet opened, and the two big rats exploded at once! The third head has already ejaculated hard hairs, right in the fat man's lower abdomen!

The fat man was stunned in pain, and many rats had already surrounded him, and the stiff hairs were ejaculating......

The belly of the fish has appeared white in the east.

The fat man woke up in unbearable pain, drenched in cold sweat. Since it's a dream, why do you have to make it hurt!

There shouldn't be any screaming this time, right? At least Xiao Duo didn't come to knock on the door.

Uh, where's my gold?

When I rushed towards the rat, I was obviously holding it in my hand! Two large pieces of gold, how many taels, should it be gold? The fat man patted his big belly regretfully. He wore a pair of big pants on his naked body.

Dreams are indeed dreams. My leather waistcoat and leather pants are gone. However, it feels more real than real!

The body gradually recovered from its stiff state, the fat man sat up, and then looked at the two pots of Junzi Orchid on the bedside table—well, they were all open, and my brother was not surprised at all. I guess it's due to this stinky sweat.

The fat man pulled on his slippers and went to take a shower, got dressed and went downstairs.

"Fat uncle so early?" Ma Xiaolan has already started working, but the millet porridge has not yet been boiled. Seeing the fat man enter the kitchen, Ma Xiaolan looked a little self-blaming. But the fritter seller hasn't started yet......

"You're earlier!" The fat man lifted the lid of the pot and took out a piece of steamed bun, "Don't look at me, it doesn't matter if I eat hot or cold." How did yesterday's flowers sell? ”

"It was sold out in less than half an hour! Gentleman's orchid is two hundred, and ten pots of phalaenopsis are three hundred! My dad said that the cost is very small! Ma Xiaolan suddenly became excited, her little body was about to jump high, and she quickly braked again, and her little face turned red - fortunately, it was still early, and the fat uncle should not be able to see clearly......

In fact, the fat man really sees it, and he is still a child after all!

The cost is small? That's what your father doesn't know, there is also the cost of my brother, the only one in the world! Anyway, is there anyone like me......

A big steamed bun that is hot on the outside and cold on the inside is swallowed, and the fat man's stomach is not so hungry, so he gets up and goes upstairs. turned around and instructed Ma Xiaolan again, "It's a little later tomorrow!" Don't be so early, children grow up, sleep more! I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, do you make breakfast in the middle of the night! ”

"Hmm!" Ma Xiaolan replied in a whisper, and she didn't know if Uncle Fat heard it. But I'm not too young, only three years younger than Uncle Fat......

Ma Xiaolan looked down at her body, dry like a dead branch, she said to herself with a depressed expression, "I'm a firewood girl, my arms are like firewood, my legs are like firewood, and my chest is ...... I don't have breasts. ”

Why is Zhang Ni of the same age developing so well? Ma Xiaolan took half of the steamed bun from the pot, but it was scalded with a "sigh" and hurriedly threw it around in both hands.

Then, she squatted on the ground, holding the steamed bun in both hands, and filled her stomach with all her might.

The flame of the gas stove jumped and jumped, and a small face was red and hot.