Mo Hao noticed Lan Hao's small movements, only to find that there was only one skeleton left in the chicken leg in Lan Hao's hand, and hurriedly threw the chicken skeleton in his hand to Lan Hao.

For the first time, Lan Hao felt the slight warmth from Mo Hui, and looked at Mo Hui with great emotion: "Master, don't worry, even if you are alone in the future, I will give you a pension and send you to the end." ”

"Hehe, it's delicious, yours is indispensable."

Mo Hao laughed wickedly, making Lan Hao feel a tingling scalp, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to eat roast chicken.

Two days later, Lan Hao stood on his bulging belly and stepped on a chicken skeleton that was half his height and finally understood that something was wrong.

His master was really ruthless, in order to prevent the black fox from sleeping, he actually forced him to gnaw on roast chicken for two whole days, yes, the kind that didn't stop for two whole days!

In fact, when Lan Hao ate the third roast chicken, he felt that he couldn't eat it, even if it was the most delicious roast chicken he had ever eaten since he was a child, he couldn't eat it.

He originally wanted to strike and stop eating, but his master's expression was kind, and he promised him all kinds of benefits, and under the sugar-coated shells, he reluctantly chewed three more roast chickens.

Later, he really couldn't eat it, so he planned to run away first, but who expected that his arms and legs were not under his control, and every time Mo Yu took out the roast chicken, he would automatically reach out to pick it up, and then chew it slowly.

In two days, he ate 100 roast chickens under the increasingly angry eyes of Xue'er......

He said that he didn't want to eat roast chicken in his life, and now when he thinks of the word roast chicken, he feels sick to his stomach, and his only pursuit now is that the black fox is out of danger as soon as possible and succeeds with a long tail.

is even more depressed than Lan Hao, and the old man who makes roast chicken.

The old man Feng Jiuchen said that he was going crazy, every time he roasted a roast chicken, those slender and picturesque hands would appear, and then steal his roast chicken, or the kind that stole it openly.

However, his invincible drunken butterfly, who regarded the void as nothing, lost his direction in the face of this hand.

That hand appeared once, and the drunken butterfly could move ten miles in the direction of that hand, and in two days, he roasted nearly a hundred roast chickens, and slowly moved from the East Wilderness to the outside of Lanxi City.

In the middle, he also tried to deal with it casually, roasting that chicken casually, without handling the hair, but who would have thought that as soon as he was like that, that hand would no longer appear.

In order to find the chicken thief, he made a bloody investment, roasted the whole Tiantian roast chicken, or carefully handled it, using spiritual power.

But who would have expected that outside Lanxi City, that hand would no longer appear, and it was inevitable that he would lose his direction.

If he wants to be a road idiot looking for the chicken thief in the huge Blue Xi City, it is better to let him die first.

You must know the news that he is looking for something extraterritorial, but he set off a month or two ago, but who expected that after coming to the Lanchuan Continent, he lost his direction.

Caught a passer-by who asked the sea where the East Wilderness was there, and the passer-by told him: East.

Ten days later, Feng Jiuchen, who appeared in the desert in the west, caught another passer-by and asked him where the East Wilderness Wufu Sea was, and the passer-by told him: East.

Ten days later, Feng Jiuchen, who appeared in the southern waters, caught a person again and asked where the East Wilderness Wufu Sea was, and the passers-by told him: East.

Feng Jiuchen, who felt cheated, beat up the passers-by, and ten days later, he almost wanted to die when he appeared in the northern snowfield.