It's easy to say, Lord Warlock robbed... Well, the head I took is still a piece of real gold, if the average person will definitely have some wavering thoughts about the potential value of this piece of gold, no matter how precious gold is, it is not the mainstream currency, and the smell of ammonia at the point of circulation is forever, who wants to use such a large piece of gold to eat the same dish for many years to hit the luck?

But our Warlock Lord no, he repeatedly urged Lin Chou to put the gold away quickly - until now, he was still worried that if he looked at it more, the gold would be gone again, and next time there would be no second Qin Wuyong who would be kind enough to return the gold with a brain lump the size of a bun.

After four hours of waiting, the sweet aroma of mushrooms and the plump and mellow composition of the three yellow chickens once again plowed the plow-shaped cortex of the human brain with 500,000 overlay bombardments per second, and every exchange of information between synapses can evoke the deepest taste memory in the cerebral cortex, and contrast, compete, and collide with the lingering smell of the nose today.

The power of food is unparalleled, the taste of certain foods that have been enjoyed many years ago will be "naturally" stored in the form of pheromones by the brain deep in the cortex, and a small tangram lock, the code to unlock memories is also some related or completely unrelated tastes, once memories and real deliciousness converge, it can break through all obstacles - even the bottom line of morality.

"Shhhhh

The mountain master sniffed and said with annoyance, "Mother, I knew that I would carry a sack of gold when I came out, and Luan Mountain has more gold than stones." ”

The nose of the white dome is not the nose and the eye is not the eye - sure enough, the first rich lead the latter to become rich, and it is a fucking pie drawn by Zhang, why don't you ignore your brother who has shared weal and woe?

Sighing deeply,

"This smell reminds me of the satisfaction I felt when I was a child, when I was a child, when I smelled the stew of the old Zhao family next door for two hours."

The Warlock Master dragged the hot big dustpan with a cloud of black gas, and took a deep "inhale" breath,

"So, that's the 'Golden Rooster', right!"

Outside the door, the big rooster pointed its beak at a forty-five degree angle to the sky, and walked slowly with graceful steps without squinting, and when a golden and red intertwined feather shone brightly, it seemed that the arrogant tsundere was innate.

Lin Chou nodded,

"Yan Huishan is such a big rooster."

The Warlock Master walked slowly towards the big rooster, and sent a friendly communication signal in a voice eight times harsher than a broken gong,

"Goo~"

"Goo~"

O dignity of the strong! What a miserable death you had!

Lin Chou almost didn't pick out his eyeballs and crush them on the spot.

The big rooster was covered with feathers, its triangular tongue pointed out from its mouth, and its comb was red from congestion like a burning flame—a sign of an impending attack.

"Ahem~"

The warlock also realized that the communication between the two sides had obviously entered a dead end, so he sat cross-legged in front of the big rooster, sandwiched a piece of chicken and put it into the black mist that should have been his face or mouth,

“emmmmm~”

The mountain lord said incrediblely,

"I'll wipe it, and sure enough, eating and chirping are common to all humanoids."

“...”

Every time the warlock eats a chopstick, he deliberately slows down the speed of chewing, and in the black mist under the hood, there seems to be a pinch of scorching soul fire looking deeply at the big rooster.

The big tugged at his neck and stared at the warlock, a low, frightened "coo" in his throat.

Shan Ye slapped him, "it, it's going to be called." ”

"Goo ↘"

Just when everyone was expecting the "miracle" that was about to appear, the sound of the big rooster gradually disappeared.

“...”

"Grass!"

Qin Wuyong blinked his eyes, "This thing really didn't mean it?" Boss Lin, do your chickens know something?! ”

Lin Chou returned to the pot with a pot, and permanently imprinted Qin Wuyong's brain-shaped face with horns on the bottom of the pot.

Shen Feng hehe, pointing to the pot and saying,

"I said Linzi, you can simply have a dinner lottery to give souvenirs in the future, the third~fifth-order boss is a real person inverted mold - cough cough I mean a real face inverted mold, how valuable it is, no, it's very exciting just thinking about it."

Huang Dashan is a tooth,

"Tsk, the so-called 'fifth-order' boss that your master Shen said intentionally or unintentionally, does it mean that you are yourself, I remember that there is a pot with your face, but it is still thrown in the back of the kitchen."

Shen Feng sneered at each other,

"Tsk, it's like Lin Zi didn't save a backup of your Prince Huang~"

"I call your uncle, eat Lao Tzu's axe!"

…

The battle continues.

Warlock

“emmmmm~”

Big,

"Goo ↘"

Warlock

“emmmmm~”

Big,

"Goo ↘"

The big is like a patient with a nervous breakdown, and after a while, he pulls his neck to make a singing voice, and he struggles to hold out a nasal voice and there is no follow-up.

The crowd watching the battle from the sidelines almost collapsed, and they couldn't wait to run over and grab the chicken's neck and slash its throat and eyes to make it spit out the few sounds it had held back.

The way of the white dome,

"It reminds me of some kind of memory that is almost lost – the boiling eagle."

Shan Ye sneered,

"Silly beep, this is called a cockfight at most!"

“...”

Qin Wuyong stabbed Lin Chou with a hippie smile, "I said Boss Lin, you chicken..."

"Huh!"

Seeing Lin Chou holding a large eight-inch thick frying pan with ill intentions, Qin Wuyong instantly coaxed the bag,

"What, I just want to ask, this chicken, do you understand what it's doing? These two guys have been looking at each other for a long time, why don't they run, whose serious chicken is like this?! ”

Lin Chou coughed,

"What, the chicken that the warlock ate was the last old hen I brought back from the mine, and I think it's very likely that Sanhuang's concubine doesn't know a few hundred rooms, and the hatred value is stable."

"Three yellows... Poof, famous, so soon? No, this generation is poor, how can it be higher than the ranking of the four dogs..."

Lin Chou was speechless,

"Brother useless, your focus is really getting more and more strange."

Qin Wuyong laughed,

"Even if it's the one in the pot who was charming and enchanting before his death, this will also become a soy sauce flavor, what else do you have to think - besides, isn't it long overdue to hit the dog's brain when this kind of hatred is stable! Sure enough, even the love of chickens can't be relied on these days~"

The mountain master snorted,

"You know a poof~ Ah, this thing is called strategy, if you can't kill you, you stare to death, if you can't stare at you, you should die if you die, if you have something to stand back, the first to rush up is stupid except for cannon fodder."

"It's not that simple, I think the reason why this guy didn't slip away is that psychological factors account for a large part."

Bai Qiong came as soon as he opened his mouth, and his head was analyzing,

"You think, there are chickens inside and outside the pot, eating what kind of evil nature is this - let's say you are the mountain master, you are the chicken-eh, it, don't make trouble... Don't fight, get down to business... Let's say your chicken is being looked at like this... , you do it again, I'm in a hurry! ”

I really couldn't analyze it anymore, and there was a clanging noise, which made Analyst Bai unable to think about it, and by the way, his head and butt hurt together.

Qin Wuyong smiled and lowered his head to ponder for a while,

"Huh? You say, why is the Warlock so anxious to make it chirp? Just because of bad luck, I can't wait to experience the thrill of the son of the plane? ”

The white dome grinned,

"Not really... But there's nothing wrong with saying that, you take bad luck as bad luck, how do you know that bad luck is the pain of people who eat, drink and breathe? ”

The mountain smacked his lips and said,

"But don't be this thing and want to tinker with abyss summoning or anything like that, the asteroid I touched back last time was just a few meters away from recasting the entire Mingguang Chisel Niang's belly."

Shen Feng interjected,

"I've heard people say in the past that the warlock in the online game has a super perverted move, what is it called Land Sinking Technique or something, you can directly get a piece of land, this thing doesn't want to test the authenticity, right?"

Huang Dashan squirted out a mouthful of wine,

"Usually, how does your grandfather Dashan educate you, read more books and read more newspapers for your own good, why don't you listen to it, everyone knows that Lu Shenshu is the Lich King's, shame on you?"

"Aren't lichs and warlocks just a thing? Anyway, it's all in the game circle, who is more bullish than whom! ”

The mountain master glared at the bull's eye beads and said angrily,

"The Lich King is an Spirit, and the Warlock is... Belch... Warlock..."

The mountain master looked at the black mist of the cockfighting not far away, and made an "emmmmm" chewing sound while wriggling, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Shen Fengsheng, he said,

"I still don't think the Warlock could hold back something bad - I mean, something unlucky or something."

"Ahem, ahem!"

"The son is silent, and the strange force is confused."

Obviously, some special effects aren't so easy to come by.

The warlock looked down at his body—I mean the cloak, and the voice from inside the cloak was so happy,

"I'll come back next time, thank you Boss Lin."

It is reasonable, the luck of a reference point, resting on this big man, the change should be earth-shattering and immediate, right?

"Ahem, ahem... You're welcome, you're welcome..."

"Poof~"

The Warlock turned to ashes and left.

Huang Dashan pondered it here,

"Huh? What do you say chickens like to eat? Whole grains? Little bugs? Or what? ”

Qin Wuyong raised his hand to urge the narrow way,

"I know, I know, Mr. Report, this chicken eats a pure natural and pollution-free red-headed centipede, the kind that is several meters long!"

The mountain master has a toothy flower,

"No, no, eating for survival and eating for enjoyment are two different concepts, I remember someone telling me before that big cocks love to eat... Tsk, remember! ”

The white dome squinted at the mountain lord,

"I said, Your Majesty, can you have some principles, don't think about those crooked places, and feel the whole world is just a smart person, and if you are sincere, you know?"

"Huh!"

Without looking back, the Prince of the Mountains walked towards the Pangolin, which had not been activated for several months, rubbing his hands,

"Wow, it's just time to caress Lao Tzu's little baby."

“...”

Bai Qiongshou looked at the smoke and dust on the butt of the car and struggled for a long time,

"Linzi, rhubarb, he... Reliable, not? ”

Lin Chou shrugged and didn't speak.

The white dome's eyes lit up,

"Yo, if you don't resist, then I'll treat you as if you're enjoying it?!"

"Bang~"

Freshly baked white dome pot bottom pouring mold.

When the mountain master came back, the sky was about to darken, and he carried a big cloth bag and shouted from afar,

"Oh, ho, ho, ho~***~ Look at what good things Grandpa Dashan who loves you has brought you over~"

Of course, Sanhuang didn't pay attention to the mountain master, and after looking for this product, he didn't see its shadow at all.

"Huh? Linzi, what about the three yellows? Is there a yellow skin at home? ”

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Sanhuang is a chicken! It's dark, of course, it's nature to find a high place to sleep. ”

The mountain man scratched his head,

"The object of my Huang Dashan's first dedication is a chicken...... Fuck you still have a hot face and a cold ass, that's it..."

As he spoke, he was about to lose what he was doing, and he looked helpless.

“…”

However, the pocket swinged back and forth in his hand several times, and it still did not throw out.

"Ahem, what, why don't you stop it... You embarrass me. ”

Lin Chou was powerless to complain,

"Show me, it's rare to see when your mountain master has a gluttonous mouth?"

Huang Dashan cocked his thumb,

"Yes, your boss Lin is like a roundworm in my stomach."

"It's called work ethic, don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh!"

As soon as I opened the bag, there was a bag full of big green worms, all of which were fat and strong, and the flesh was seven or eight centimeters long.

"Hehe, I thought of this when I first heard him talk about red-headed centipedes, and I deliberately went back to the base city to ask, and sure enough, I bought a pack, tsk, good things, have you eaten Linzi?"

Flipped the bag in his hand, Lin Chou said with a smile,

"Is there anyone else selling this thing in Base City? There are beans in the bean field, and the bean moth is not good, but it will be extinct, and the delicacy is indeed delicious, but the occurrence of the commission has always been strictly prevented and forbidden to breed? ”

Shanye Dao,

"Where is there a special sale of this thing, I went to the south of the city to find a few idle ass in open crotch pants little snot baby, a few hairy tickets to scatter, this group of little rabbits, in less than two hours left for me to catch so much."

“...”

The bean moth, also known as the bean green insect, is considered to be in the middle and upper part of the Zerg, and it is the kind that can find the object without being honest and do not disturb, and most of them will not dissuade the secret terrorists when they are in groups.

is such a simple and honest big bug, but it has amazing destructive power to soybean fields... Ahem, at least that's what Lin Chou's father said when he tricked Lin Chou into catching the bean worm and giving him wine.

"How?" Huang Dashan didn't speak when he saw Lin Chou, and couldn't wait to ask, "The color is good, right?" I threw the little ones back in the field and raised them. ”

Lin Chou scolded helplessly, "Master Shan, how old are you?" ”

Shan Ye smiled, "I'll just say that, can I do that bad thing?" ”

Lin Chou blinked,

"Are you sure you didn't say something like 'I'll buy it next time'?"

——You can make up for the tone of this sentence and the impact of the ammonia-scented Yuanjing ticket on a group of bear children who farm and herd sheep in the lower city.

"Ahem, ahem... It's important to get down to business, it's important to look at these babies, and the saliva is going to come down - by the way, leave me a few, and feed a chicken tomorrow in the morning... Really, I've heard that big roosters love to eat this, and the crunchy chicken flavor is nine times more protein than beef when you bite into it! ”

“...”

"What, it's actually quite easy for me to shut up, just give me a drink!"

"Stop dreaming."

Lin Chou got up and walked to the kitchen, asking,

"Has he been out since?"

The mountain master shook his head with a big grin, "Where, look at the current state of the master, the body is very good and delicious, it is estimated that the goods have been wiped out..."

"No, your rank hasn't changed."

Theoretically - of course, it's still Yeluan's theory, if the red-eyed mountain master's personality is the same as the white-eyed mountain master's personality (how does it feel weird?) Fully fused, the white-eyed mountain lord should be able to fully "inherit" the ability of the red-eyed mountain lord.

You must know that the red-eyed mountain lord is not just a fourth-order.

The mountain master was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Whatever, anyway, Lao Tzu is alive and well, hehe!" ”

Lin Chou frowned and said,

"Yeluan will never lie to you, don't make trouble for yourself, don't even think about wine."

Boss Lin's tone suddenly became gossipy,

"Master Shan, do you remember what happened on the night of the wedding ceremony~"

A hideous flush appeared on the black face of the mountain master, which was thicker than the skin of a grapefruit, and a word grinded out from between his teeth,

"Get out!"