emmmmm, about how Prince Huang spoiled Lin Chou's second uncle in an all-round three-dimensional way, we will talk about it later, because Lin Chou himself has been woken up by the bun.

The angle of this bun's flight is like an antelope hanging horns without a trace, and it is like a stroke of genius, from Huang Dashan's hand to Lin Chou's face, the distance is just a moment, Lin Chou's mind has rushed through countless thoughts, the thinking unit of that moment is not very easy to calculate, but it should be about three and a half Ji Zhibai, and the error will not exceed half Ji Zhibai.

For a man, gall is fatter than his waist is obviously not a particularly flattering adjective, but at this time, it is obviously not a consideration of the size of the gall, because it may be directly related to the size of Lin Chou's wallet.

Therefore, Lin Chou is very bold.

"Mad, it's done!"

Then the goods jumped on the city wall and robbed all the buns that the mountain master had hidden, leaving Huang Dashan with a confused face messy in the wind.

It is said that Huang Dashan's habit of hiding a few buns in his arms when he has nothing to do doesn't know when it started, as if he had already had this sign since he hit the mountain musk deer, and then experienced a Luanshan mission, but this problem fell completely, as if he didn't tuck a few buns in his arms.

When Lin Chou, who was carrying a bag of buns, appeared in front of the warlock, the warlock himself was at a loss, "Huh? What are you doing... Fog grass... What are you doing... I'm three yellow..."

didn't say anything, the chickens were also robbed.

When a warlock in a half-wasted state met Lin Chou, who was not afraid of physical contact and provoked an unlucky aura, there was basically no possibility of resisting.

With a bun in one hand and three yellows in the other, the trembling Sanhuang seemed to know which one was the boss who controlled its small life, and he didn't dare to move, and his neck was like an old boxwood tree that had been crooked for a thousand years.

Leng Hanwei, Tianxing, Kong Yi and others didn't understand,

"You kid... What the hell are you going to..."

Lin Chou said,

"Metaphysics in one hand and science in the other, this is called grasping with both hands and being hard with both hands."

This Buryat bun, which brought a lot of surprises to Lin Chou in the early days, has not ushered in the opportunity to be pampered by Lin so far, and the filling of "high-end ingredients" is even more far away, but it is an emergency and has been pulled out to carry the matter, and I don't know if Izumixia will jump to his feet and scold.

Although it seems that it is more reliable to directly stuff the bun into the mouth of the 300 tons opposite, but after a neon technique is brushed down, there is really no guarantee that the bun is still a bun or not, since it can't be eaten, then you can only eat it yourself.

Although the trigger conditions are really harsh, as long as the special effect is triggered, Lin Chou dares to guarantee that no matter what reason this neon dragon is "crazy", it can properly make it "calm" directly to the py with a heart.

Ahem, in short, Boss Lin, you're ready to eat steamed buns!

Of course, preparations such as retrieving Sanhuang are also indispensable, who made the warlock firmly believe in the effect of Sanhuang's lucky blessings, and then made other people, even Lin Chou himself, a little believe! Not only the warlock, but even the four dogs are respectful to this chicken, and occasionally catch a few white-tailed moles to honor Lord Sanhuang first, even if Sanhuang has never pecked the meaning, the four dogs are still happy.

Lin Chou took a deep breath, cut his wrist and began to bleed.

After experiencing the last time he repaired the weak and put a jar of blood, Lin Chou had already accumulated experience.

Well, you can't cut horizontally on the wrist, you have to open the elbow directly from the inside of the arm to the wrist, it is not easy to heal, and the blood is released quickly, which can effectively avoid being stabbed a few times in a short time.

When the blood was flowing to the ground, the hairball came out of nowhere, and a few mycelium directly changed the direction of blood flow, and drank it gurglingly.

“...”

Lin Chou choked for a moment, turned his head and threatened Sanhuang viciously,

"Lao Tzu has twenty-two buns, if it doesn't work, take you to the sky, reward the three armies, and cook chicken!"

Sanhuang crooked his neck, and he didn't know if he could understand it, but Lin Chou's evil face had obviously made it realize that his situation was not good, so,

"Why... Click? ”

Lin Chou almost didn't squirt out the second bun in his mouth,

"The horse is a hen!!"

Then Sanhuang hid, turned on the mode of pretending to be dead, and let Lin Chou pinch his neck and shake vigorously, but he didn't move.

Metaphysics is really unreliable!

Everyone next to them was still ignorant, and those who wanted to speak were also stopped by Leng Han and Wei Tianxing.

What Lin Chou was thinking at this time was that luck attributes and everything were deceitful, and bad luck was real, I knew what kind of buns to eat and what kind of blood to put in, so it was better to throw the warlock directly over and count the ball, the unlucky aura was full of disgusting and undead!

Just thinking about it, a wave of dizziness hit,

"Huh? So fast? ”

Looking down, the mycelium of the hairball was almost the size of a child's finger, and it was directly stuck to his wound, swallowing Lin Chou's blood in large streams.

Alas... Is this a help?

The speed at which the hairball absorbs blood obviously exceeds the hematopoietic speed of Lin Chou's strong body, otherwise there was no such thing as putting a vat of blood last time, why would he be dizzy for a while this time.

"Almost..."

There were still ten buns left, and Lin Chou felt that he was already going to lie down.

The cold air around Leng Han made Kong Yi shiver, and he quietly let go to the side.

(What the hell is this kid doing, shouldn't the gods be going to cut off the head of the chicken and burn the yellow paper to sacrifice to the sky in a while?) ）

Suddenly, a dark red mist suddenly surged on Lin Chou's miserable white skin, and it became thicker and thicker, and the smell of blood was pungent.

This blood mist spiraled around Lin Chou like a raging flame, emitting a terrible scream like a demon that had just crawled out of the hellish wind, and stunned everyone around him.

This familiar operation... This sense of familiarity...

MMP, this can't be a curse, right? A cursed cook?!

Even the warlock couldn't care about feeling sorry for Sanhuang, and looked at this scene blankly.

Lin Chou pointed with his hand, and an unconscious hey laugh came out of his mouth,

"Come on, fight for blood, fight for character!"

"Whew..."

The blood mist is out of the body, and the hurricane passes through.

When the red fishy wind blew through the neon dragon's body, it suddenly turned into a broken blade pointed diagonally at the sky.

"Zheng~"

With a soft thud, the tip of the knife collapsed.

"Zheng~"

Immediately after that, a second, identical blade appeared behind the neon dragon, dissipating.

"Zheng~"

And then the third.

Nope.

The neon dragon staggered and tumbled to the ground, pushing out a huge mound, and lost its breath.

Even though the other neon dragon was still rumbling towards the city wall, the scene now felt eerily quiet.

The potted plant swallowed a big mouthful of saliva,

"Boom."

Kong Yi swallowed a large mouthful of saliva,

"Boom."

Wei Tianxing swallowed a big mouthful of saliva,

"Boom."

Huang Dashan didn't swallow a big mouthful of saliva, he howled,

"Well done, I said!"

But in an instant, it was drowned out by the sound of a large group of evolutionaries swallowing saliva at the same time.

Lin Chou didn't have time to swallow his saliva, he felt that he wanted to drink water.

"Water..."

Lin Chou looked up to the sky and fell.

But it didn't fall.

Well, soft, softer than the round deer velvet pillow on his bed.

Hey, it's a little cold.

Subconsciously rubbed his head back.

Then a waist-thick cascade of water mixed with ice ballast fell from the sky, and all his thoughts were swept back into his stomach.