"Hey, what a stupid apprentice, everything has a principle of mutual restraint, do you understand?"

The stinky socks master turned pale and rolled his eyes at Hua Lan, "The delicacy of the white finch can only be restrained by the old goblin, which is the reason why there are many white finches on the White Feather Peak." If you want you to say that this white grunt is so hard to find, and there are so many eagles and eagles around, can there be so many white sparrows? It's not that this white finch has no natural predators, only the old goblin. And the old goblin is still very tricky, and it is enjoyable to eat the roasted white sparrow. Otherwise, where will we have a chance to ......?"

When Master Smelly Socks said this, he suddenly sniffed in the air, and his eyes suddenly flashed with joy: "Well, now we can hide, and the old goblin will come out soon." ”

This stretch of the David's river beach is wide and surrounded by mountains. The mountains on the other side of the river are all steep peaks that rise into the sky, and there are only a few sparse stone pines on the cliff faces.

On this side of the river, there is a large red maple forest.

As soon as the smelly socks said this, everyone ran to the red maple forest under his command and quietly hid in the secret place behind the tree.

The smell of white finch roasting incense is too strong, and this strong aroma masks other smells, including Hua Lan and Stinky Socks Master.

Everyone held their breath and quietly watched the fire scattered on the riverbank.

What kind of creature is the old goblin, Hua Lan once sketched thousands of shapes in her mind, but when it actually appeared, she was still unexpectedly a little surprised.

As soon as a few people hid their figures, they saw a stone pine on the opposite cliff shake violently a few times, and a small head with two hard tentacles poked out of the dense pine leaves.

This little head, with a smooth and smooth little face, bulges a pair of alert and smart big eyes, and a few emerald green pine needles on the tip of the nose that is slightly turned upward. As soon as the sharp and flat mouth pouted, and as soon as it inhaled in the sky, the flesh of the white finch made it blow up the golden retriever on its body.

The little creature looked around alertly, but did not notice any strange danger, and with a long arm stretched, he deftly drilled out of the hole in the cliff. As soon as its limbs hung on the stone pine, Hua Lan could see it.

It turned out that this old goblin turned out to be a golden retriever monkey with tentacles.

The golden monkey was three feet long and five feet long when it stretched out its limbs. Seeing that there was no danger in all directions, it quickly climbed down the cliff.

The golden retriever monkey was very fast, and he came to the beach of the David River in three and two ways. It stopped on the riverbank, stretched out its nose to sniff the enticing aroma of the other side, and after a moment's thought, jumped up and plunged into the water.

The water of the Davids River still smelled of the blood from the previous washing of the barracuda, which made the always alert old goblin cautious.

It slowly swam to the shore very carefully, and did not immediately jump out of the water, but kept sniffing the unusual smell of the air around it.

The taste of the white finch was too tempting, and its patience did not last long before giving up.

Hua Lan and the others hid in the maple forest, but the carriage was still parked on the riverbank.

That's where Master Stinky Socks comes in.

There is a fire, there is no one, and the old goblin will definitely be suspicious.

But there are horse-drawn carriages, where the food is roasted on the fire, and the river smells of blood after killing fish. The old goblin must have mistakenly thought that these must have been poisoned by the pike that ate the David River, and then disappeared. (In other words, if you eat the barracuda of the David River, you will definitely be poisoned and disappear, and this matter is, of course, cracked by the stinky sock master one by one.) The rest of the carriage couldn't have been more normal.

The fish in the River David were extremely poisonous, and after eating them, no one was spared. Of course, there are exceptions, of course, it is to meet the opponent stinky sock master.

However, this old goblin is a young cub, and the last time Master Stinky Socks came to David River was twenty-three years ago.

At that time, it had not yet been born. Although it had heard its parents mention this stinky sock master, its ears had been ground out of the oars, and it had never seen a real person, and at this time, it had long forgotten that it had gone 108,000 miles.

There were more than a dozen white finches on the fire, and the roasting fragrance of "Zizi" continued to inhale into the mouth and nose of the old goblin.

"It's so fragrant."

Its saliva was pouring out, and its big pointed mouth grinned, "I'm going to have a good time eating today." ”

It leaned over the fire and sniffed carefully the brown and browned flesh of the white sparrow.

"Well, there's no other smell."

At this moment the fire was burning with the two newly added wooden blocks, and the flames of the flame scurled up the flesh of a white finch into a large field of oil, and the aroma immediately dispersed again.

"It's so fragrant."

As soon as the flames jumped, a few sparks fell on the old goblin's outstretched long-haired claws, and it didn't care about the burnt yellow hair, so it grabbed a white finch and gnawed it.

The roasted brown white finch was very hot on its claws, which made it constantly shake its two paws, and it couldn't wait to tear off a large piece and chew it with satisfaction.

The meat of the white finch is so fragrant that the more you chew, the more it tempts your appetite.

There were four left, and the old goblin's belly was gradually bulging.

On an autumn afternoon, the sun shines warmly on the river beach, neither cold nor dry.

The old goblin blew the cool autumn breeze, carried the fragrant white finch meat in his hand, and lazily puffed out his belly and lay by the fire.

The sun warmly sprinkled on its drunken eyelids, (how can it be drunk, no, why is it drunk?) Don't ask me about it! I'm just an author, and there are secrets that only the Stinky Sock Master knows. He wouldn't tell me, and I couldn't pry open his teeth and force him. Wooden method, this matter can only be understood by the reader himself. ）

Anyway, the old goblin has fallen for the poisonous trick of the stinky sock master.

By the time it reached the seventh, it could no longer lift its eyelids.

"It's done."

The moment the old goblin struggled to tear off the last bite of white finch meat, as soon as his claws were released, the stinky sock master ran out of the maple forest excitedly.

"Ah, that's it?"

Hua Lan had been lying in a large pile of fallen leaves, waiting intently for the moment of attack, and the white finch that the old goblin had torn off half of it fell to the ground with such a suspenseful "click".

Hua Lan was taken aback.

Isn't that too simple? With a white finch, a fire on the shelf can lure the old goblin, isn't it, a golden retriever?

If the golden retriever eats a white finch, can he obediently stay still and be caught?

Next, next......

A scene appeared in front of Hua Lan's eyes, a golden retriever monkey with skinning and cramps hanging from the fire rack.

Ouch, Mom. Let her talk, but she doesn't have the guts. This is a golden monkey! No, old goblin.

"Master?"

She hurriedly smeared oil on her feet and ran over quickly.

Hua Lan must stop the next move of the stinky sock master. Anyway, it's a shame that such a cute little guy roasted and eaten. It's better to keep a pet than to keep it.

By this time, the master of the stinky socks had already picked up the old goblin and began to tie its limbs with hemp rope.

The old goblin drooped his head, his eyelids rolling upwards vigorously. It's a pity that the tricks in it are too powerful, not to mention opening the eyelids, even if you can't hold up the slightest strength.