||->-> Chapter 375 of the main text is plucked by geese

Just when Ding Ermiao didn't know how to answer, in another chicken shed, Li Qingdong rushed out with a chicken feather on his head.

"Haha, I'm here, I'm here!" Li Qingdong described him as embarrassed, but his demeanor was very proud, grinning, and waving at Ding Ermiao again and again, just like he had won the battle and returned triumphantly.

When the owner of the chicken farm saw another person appearing, he became even more nervous, and shouted loudly: "Who are you, stop, stop me, or I'll call the police!" ”

"What are you yelling about? Didn't you see me falling from the sky? Those who fall from the sky are all immortals, you know? Li Qingdong turned his head and said fiercely to the boss:

"Your chicken farm, is it a chicken plague? Yes......?! I tell you, I am the god, come to your chicken farm to catch the plague god! If you offend me, I will let the plague god kill all your chickens, and leave no one behind, so that you can take your wife and children to beg for food! ”

"Are you...... God? The owner of the chicken farm was stunned for a moment, and then asked suspiciously: "How do you know that my family has a chicken plague?" ”

"I'm a god, of course = ten thousand = book = bar = novel wanshuba.com I know!" Li Qingdong waved his hand and asked in an old-fashioned manner: "Did your chicken plague start a week ago?" Did twenty-five die on the first day, thirty-seven on the second day, and sixty-six on the third day, for a total of more than 350 dead in these days? ”

The owner of the chicken farm was dumbfounded, looking at Li Qingdong stupidly, not knowing what to do. Obviously, the figures reported by Li Qingdong were generally correct, so this kind man was shocked.

"Do you know why we came out of the chicken shed? We're catching the plague god in the chicken coop! Li Qingdong continued to pretend to be a ghost, and said, "But your dog barked all the time, which scared away the plague god." If you don't catch it tonight, it's going to plague your chickens tomorrow night......"

Ding Ermiao's right shoulder was injured by the white bones of the ghost king, and he was still bleeding at this time, and the pain was unbearable.

He cared about Wu Zhanzhan's whereabouts, and he didn't have the heart to listen to Li Qingdong's nonsense, so he grabbed Li Qingdong's clothes and asked eagerly: "Hey, my junior sister, my junior sister, why is my junior sister Wu Zhanzhan gone!" I'll tell you, if you lose my junior sister, I don't care who you are, I'm not done with you! ”

"Ermiao, I'm here!"

With an excited shout, Wu Zhanzhan also got out of a chicken shed in the east, ran quickly to Ding Ermiao, and asked with concern: "Ermiao, are you okay, did that bone pierce you?" ”

At the last moment of escaping, Ding Ermiao sacrificed his life to save him, and Wu Zhanzhan naturally knew.

Now that he heard that Ding Ermiao cared so much about his own safety, and did not hesitate to be anxious with the master Bo Lin Fengjiao, Wu Zhanzhan was even more moved in his heart, his eyes were red, and he was almost about to cry. In his lifetime, except for Master Long Shuanghuo, no one seems to care so much about himself.

Wu Zhanzhan was excited, and so was Ding Ermiao.

This "Ermiao" is like a natural sound for Ding Ermiao.

Since the first encounter with Wu Zhanzhan, every time they meet in the future, Wu Zhanzhan has been a fierce and vicious look, either beating or scolding, and has never given himself a good face.

But after this side-by-side killing, all the misunderstandings between the two disappeared.

Ermiao, Ermiao, what a kind, affectionate, and affectionate title! Ding Ermiao immediately felt that the wound was not painful, and it was worth it to be poked by the bone of the ghost king!

"Senior sister, I'm fine, I'm fine...... I, I'm just so worried about you, I'm really afraid that I'll never see you again......" Ding Ermiao's heart was hot, and he blurted out the words of numbness, and he was not embarrassed at all.

Wu Zhanzhan's face turned red, and he said casually: "I'm also ......, hey, Er Miao, Er Miao!" ”

Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhanzhan saw that Ding Ermiao's body was already crooked, and he was about to fall. She exclaimed, hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Ding Ermiao's waist, and shouted nervously: "Ermiao, Ermiao......!" Uncle Master, Ermiao has fainted, come and take a look! ”

Li Qingdong stopped fooling the owner of the chicken farm, ran over and opened Ding Ermiao's eyelids to look at it, checked the wound on his right shoulder, and said, "It's okay, you can't die, help him into the house first." ”

The owner of the chicken farm also ran over and helped Wu Zhanzhan carry Ding Ermiao into his house and put him on the bed.

"Look, you see, in order to help your family catch the plague god, my boy was seriously injured, what do you say!" Li Qingdong glared at the owner of the chicken farm, and said, "Don't bring me a boiling water towel yet!" ”

The owner of the chicken farm was already dizzy by Li Qingdong's three-inch incorruptible tongue, and he didn't dare to disobey in the slightest, so he immediately turned around and went to the kitchen next door, bringing boiling water, towels and basins.

"It's okay, I was injured by the bones, and after the corpse poison is dissolved, it will rest for a few days." While the owner of the chicken farm went to get boiling water, Li Qingdong comforted Wu Zhanzhan and said.

"Corpse poison? Oops, I don't have zombie fangs here......" Wu Zhanzhan frowned and said: "Uncle Master, you are watching Er Miao here, I'll go get some zombie fangs and detoxify Er Miao." ”

Li Qingdong opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Lying on the bed, Ding Ermiao, who was in a semi-coma, suddenly moved, and shouted weakly: "Senior sister, ......, don't go, it's ...... dangerous."

"Ermiao......, don't worry, I will definitely save you!" Wu Zhanzhan was almost moved to tears. Now Ding Ermiao is going to die, and he still cares about himself and doesn't let himself go out on adventures. It's so touching, it's not pretending!

Who knew that Ding Ermiao then said again, "Don't go, because ...... In my backpack, I have fangs. ”

Well, it turns out that he has it himself, and he has to let himself go.

Wu Zhanzhan was stunned for a moment, casually opened Ding Ermiao's backpack, found a zombie fang that had been pulled out of the corpse poison, and asked the owner of the chicken farm for a hammer and pliers, and the fangs were broken. Then half of it was applied to the wound externally, and half was flushed with water, and Ding Ermiao was given internal administration.

After the wound was bandaged, the water was replenished, and Ding Ermiao's spirit was much better, and with the support of Wu Zhanzhan, he got out of bed with an umbrella in one hand.

He wanted to go out to pee, and he took the fangs powder soup to bring out the corpse poison through urination.

After soaking in urine, Ding Ermiao turned back and saw that Li Qingdong was still fooling the owner of the chicken farm, asking people to give him four thousand eight, he was responsible for the practice, dispelling the plague god, and blessing the chicken farm never to have chicken plague again in the future......

Wu Zhanzhan couldn't help but smile on the side, pursing his lips, it turned out to be an innocent daughter's delicate appearance, which was very different from the image of the usual horizontal knife and immediately cold-faced Rakshasa.

I really couldn't bear to see Li Qingdong deceiving honest people, Ding Ermiao opened his mouth and said, "Hey, old, old...... Li Qingdong, don't embarrass the chicken brothers, you draw a plague spell for others, and then stick it on the door of the chicken shed. Hurry up, and then I have something to ask you! ”

For this Shinto Li Qingdong, Ding Ermiao was very suspicious.

If he is really a master Bolin Fengjiao, then how can he be so virtuous, plucking the feathers of geese, and not even letting go of a chicken raiser, he has to be cheated?

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