The blue-haired lion laughed for half an hour, but he couldn't laugh anymore.

The meat has been eaten, the force has been loaded, and it is almost time to go to a nap.

The golden cloak flicked and turned away.

"Huh?"

He took a step and suddenly stopped, and his brow furrowed.

Wait, isn't the whole show over? What's going on with this faint hint of reversal? Doing something?

His neck turned back slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something strange—

Bottle.

"Vase?"

In the boiling oil pot, an untimely vase floated over, as if the cauldron was its own swimming pool, and no one was soaking in it, so happy.

"Huh?"

The green-haired lion's brow furrowed even tighter, and the muscles on the right side of his face twitched somehow.

The strange people under his command also noticed this vase, and a gecko monster immediately spit out a 3-meter-long tongue to roll up the vase, and respectfully held it up in front of the regiment leader.

"Hmm."

However, the blue-haired lion didn't take it, he didn't even turn around, he just looked sideways, motionless and even a little hidden.

At this time, the strange people wondered: "What's wrong with the head of the regiment, will this vase bite or what, as for it?"

There are strange people who talk a lot: "That bald man won't get into the vase, will he?" Haha?"

"Huh?!" The green-haired lion glared sharply, and the mouthy strange man immediately fell to his knees in fright, and kept kowtowing to admit his mistake.

"Little ...... Damn it, the bald head had already been eaten by the regiment leader, how could it be inside? I was wrong, I was wrong. The little monster kept begging for mercy while slapping himself in the mouth, slapping Piapia's.

"Humph!" The blue-haired lion turned around suddenly, raised his hand and pointed at the vase, and roared furiously, "If that bald head is inside, Lao Tzu will eat himself!" I said it! ”

The eccentrics erupted in cheers—

"The head of the regiment said it well! We ate ourselves too!"

"I'm skinning myself!"

"I've beaten myself!"

There was a chorus of solidarity.

The green-haired lion smiled heartily: "Roar! is worthy of my Lion Camel Ridge men's group, I don't have to say anything about righteousness! Come, give the bottle to the head of the regiment to smash the elder, and see how many hairs he has on his bald head that can get into it. Hahaha!"

Hands up, about to smash the bottle.

Out of nowhere, a dull voice came -

"That's what you said!"

Immediately afterwards, a black and shiny braised egg came out of the mouth of the bottle.

"Hold the grass!" The green-haired lion stumbled and sat on the ground, "What the hell!"

The audience "held the grass", and 20,000 pairs of eyes watched a watermelon-sized "braised egg" drill out of the mouth of a walnut-sized bottle, like a trick!

This is a boiled egg, it is clearly a big living person! actually grabbed the mouth of the bottle like this, and squeezed half of his body out of the vase.

What the hell is it!

The blue-haired lion sat on the ground and stepped back again and again, screaming incessantly: "What...... What the hell! Other! Stay back! Don't come near me!"

The more he said this, the more the person in the vase used both hands to pull out the lower half of his body, how did the body weighing 100 dozens of pounds change out of the small vase!

"Ahh What the hell!" The weirdos are going crazy!

"The bald man has come back from hell! Death, death!"

The blue-haired lion's mouth opened wider than its head: "Don't! Don't! Don't come here! I'm going to scream!"

"Why not! Yes? Why not? You're calling!" The black bald head had hideous eyes, pulled his legs and feet out of the bottle, and came directly towards the green-haired lion.

"Ahh The green-haired lion was almost frightened, "Impossible, impossible, impossible!" I've already eaten you! Impossible!"

"Impossible? Hmph, the poor monk is called impossible! Take your dog's life!"

That jet-black bald head was none other than Tang San!

He!

Tang San!

Black head!

Got back from the vase!!

"Who said you ate yourself just now? Huh?" Tang San raised his jet-black and shiny hand and pointed at the blue-haired lion on the ground.

The green lion monster immediately shook his head frantically: "Don't ...... Don't look at me! Look at what I'm doing, and it's not even me!"

"Huh?" He shook his head and glared at the other weirdos, which immediately provoked a scream.

"It's not us, it's not us, it's not us!" Weirdos explain like crazy.

"Isn't it who you are? Can it still be a poor monk? Yes?! Yes?! Say! ”

All the weirdos were so frightened that they pointed at the green-haired lion without any ambiguity.

At that moment, the shocked expression of the blue-haired lion froze on his face for a full 5 minutes.

No, maybe for him as long as a lifetime.

The taste of betrayal, he tasted 20,000 mouthfuls at a time, and each bite went straight to the deepest part of the taste buds, violently impacting the taste center.

"Poodle, what else do you have to say?"

Tang San stood in front with his arms in his arms, and his eyes glanced down with a domineering aura of "The poor monk is your father". Especially the big black bald head, which made his whole body exude a hellish and gloomy luster.

He was happy in his heart, the moment he fell into the oil pot just now, he was fortunate to be clever enough to put himself into the vase, otherwise it would not be the soup spoon that would have been eaten, but himself.

The green-haired lion ate the fried wooden soup spoon, and thought that it was Tang San, who was fried into silk, and he still ate it with relish, and he was not afraid of his teeth! Four or not four?

"I ...... I...... I ......" the green-haired lion couldn't even finish the sentence.

"You...... You...... You...... Why don't you eat yourself soon?" Tang San clearly remembered this sentence:

If Tang San climbed out of the bottle, his green-haired lion would eat himself.

- That's what he said.

How else can you quibble?

The green-haired lion swallowed hard and drooled: "No...... Can you not eat it?"

Don't eat? Tang San had already begun to sharpen his knife beside him.

The green-haired lion hurriedly changed his words: "Don't, don't, don't!" If you have something to say, I'll eat it now. ”

As he spoke, he raised his fried left hand and ate it like this.

After a while, one arm is gone, then the other arm is eaten, and then the left leg is eaten......

One bite at a time, one bite at a time, swallowing it in a big gulp, the more it eats, the more energetic it becomes, and the big mouth that drips juice grins from time to time.

"Whoa, whoa...... Huh-huh...... Let's chirp, chirp...... Hey, hey, hey......"

Boy! This frightened Tang San, and he took three steps back directly, opening his mouth in shock and not saying a word.

Tainyima is perverted!

I actually ate myself raw!

I asked, is this still human?!

"Your Excellency has such an appetite! Poor monks admire! Vomit~"I vomited out all yesterday's dinner."

The green-haired lion chewed and glared at Tang San with a cruel smile, as if he wanted to inject all the resentment before death into Tang San's bone marrow, that smile made people's scalp tingle.

"Vomit~" Tang San spit out all the remaining bits from the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday.

Then, he watched as the green-haired lion's large mouth ate his head and face, and at last there was only a mouth and a jaw.

"Ahh Tang San grabbed his hair desperately and was about to go crazy, this was simply the most terrifying scene he had ever seen in his life!

Eat yourself! Vomit!

"Leave ...... Get away from me! Get away from me! Come here again, the poor monk is going to call!"

That bloody jaw actually crawled towards him, Tang San's heart was about to jump out, how did this jaw crawl, with his tongue?

"Wow, ah! Hell yes! Cannibalism! Stop this tongue! Help!"

He fell to the ground, his mouth was already incoherent, and the lion's mouth kept magnifying and magnifying in his eyes, and the big blood-red tongue covered his eyes......

The strange people around watched this scene with interest, and let out a "snort" laugh from their mouths.

They are all "eaten" and are still in the mood to laugh?

Wait a minute...... Under the light, the golden cloak rose up, and under the cloak, a huge body stood proudly—

It's not a green-haired lion monster, who else can it be!

It's not dead?

It's not dead!