How should Lin Chou describe this feeling, not only was it dangling out of the flashing font, he suddenly felt that his head was like an old-fashioned host with a three-digit memory occupancy - in other words, his system wouldn't be the most LO B biological occupation structure in the legend, hey, why is it often the host of Lao Tzu when it is unlucky??

Lonely.

Despair.

Careless!

A kind of rush that was carried by the back of the neck of fate spontaneously appeared: dog beep system, what did you do to Lao Tzu's brain by stepping on the horse!

Su Yourong and the big-breasted sister looked at each other, and added a hissing Wu Ke who was tortured by mugwort oil.

A few people asked cautiously,

"Boss (Brother Sorrow), what's wrong with you??"

The worry on Wu Ke's face did not mean the slightest falsehood.

If something happens to this Lin Chou, he Wu Ke will starve to death on this mountain in less than three days for you to watch on the spot, no kidding!

Although Lin Moumou occasionally has a little situation:

For example, I suddenly lost weight to the point that I was not in human shape, and I often fell into a daze when I was talking and doing things here, and occasionally I would get nervous to do something inexplicable, and I chatted with things that didn't exist...

However, that's not an exaggeration, okay?

You see that Lin Chou's face is already so pale, and the whole person is inexplicably weak from the inside out, but he clearly didn't do anything!

Wu Ke was even wondering if Lin Chou had split into another personality like the mountain master...

Lin Chou waved his hand,

"Ahem, it's okay, suddenly dizzy, maybe, maybe I have a cold."

Wu Ke: "......"

Big brother, can we have a little AC in our hearts, just with your old man's strange strength, that can be called a magical physical fitness, cold?!

How fresh it is~

Lin Chou dragged his body up the mountain,

"After eating, clean up, don't forget to bring back the pigtails... I'll go back and rest for a while... Breakfast is served as usual tomorrow. ”

Homestead Tree Cottage.

Lin Chou fell headlong on the bed, his eyes wide.

"The system is really getting weirder and weirder, so will the system die? I always feel that this system may carry me secretly on my back at any time..."

"It's a special time to eat jujube pills, such a sick and delicate dog beep thing on the stall, it's just a matter of not giving benefits, I have nothing to worry about it..."

"Speaking of which, the intelligence value added by the system seems to be a panel attribute.,It's fake at all.,This product must have been targeted by the anti-counterfeiting office of the system industry.。

"Damned? Humane destruction? So what should I do? ”

"emmmm, is it really a lack of energy or something else, God doesn't give face, and I won't say anything about the whole Yuan Jingyu or something."

"Or... Hurry up and complete those tasks? ”

Lin Chou muttered on the bed for an hour, and fell asleep in the ghost crying wolf howl of the snow dumpling boss who was sacrificed to the sky and the ghost crying wolf howl of the warlock uncle Zhao Qingcang.

After Lin Chou fell into a deep sleep,

"Twitter~"

A large number of furry things poured in from a crack in a certain door, and then gathered and expanded into a sphere with a diameter of more than one meter, standing next to the bed and silently "observing" Lin Moumou.

"Tweet goo."

Obviously, there are no organs similar or roughly similar to "eyes", but the hairballs that "stand" there and roll around give people the feeling that they are "looking" at Lin Chou.

Suddenly, with an arm entwined with mycelium, the furball pulled out a smaller orb from its body—the size of a barbed tennis ball, roughly resembling a gray sea urchin, or a figurine version of the furball's skin.

Hairball put this wooden sea urchin on Lin Chou's chest,

"Twitter~"

Press hard.

"Ahh

Lin Chou's clothes were torn, and the spikes cut through his skin together, and a lot of blood flowed out.

Furball was anxious: "Trumble??! ”

Lin Moumou, who was asleep, frowned, and slapped his chest casually,

"呲~"

The sea urchin was completely pierced in the palm of his hand, and several spikes had even pierced out of the back of his hand.

There is a kind of pain that hurts to look at.

However, the strange thing was that Lin Chou didn't seem to feel any pain, his brows were furrowed, and he slept more deeply.

The hairball rolled onto the bed, rolling around Lin Chou's bloody hand, and said eagerly,

"Tweet, Tweet!!"

Sea urchin: "......"

Under the homestead tree, halfway up the hillside.

The warlock shouted at the top of his voice,

"Only the heron eagle is singing in the shadows~"

Zhao Qingcang and the blind old man swelled,

"Good, good singing!"

The warlock was stunned,

"Huh??"

Zhao Qingcang muttered dissatisfiedly,

"Eh, what's the matter, why don't you sing, it's a disappointment."

Uncle Warlock suddenly lifted his hood.

In the middle of two hideous horns several meters high, a silver flame beauty with perfect lines was revealed, and her outfit was different from usual:

She was wearing a scarf, her hair was coiled high, a silver cup in her left hand and a small toothbrush with silver flames in her right hand, and her cheeks were bulging, obviously brushing her teeth.

The silver flame beauty that resembles Wei Qingyu was not covered by her hood, and suddenly met the empty eye sockets of Zhao Qingcang and the blind old man.

“......”

The Silver Flame Beauty's eyes flowed with incomprehension and shyness, the toothbrush and mouthwash cup in her hand fell, and her small mouth opened wider and wider, and her eyes became more and more frightened.

"Ah~"

- Actually, he didn't make any sound, which was made up by Lao Zhao's brain.

Then, a cluster of silver flames with a diameter of more than twenty meters silently pasted on Zhao Qingcang's face as if it were a space jump.

"Slot..."

Zhao Qingcang only had time to curse a word, and was slapped into the dirt by the silver flame pattern.

"Ahhh~"

How hot is the silver flame...

Even whether there is a real temperature or not can not be perceived, but Lao Zhao and the blind old man are like being ironed on the ground from beginning to end a few times, honestly embedded in the ground, smooth as a mirror.

Moreover, the blind old man and Zhao Qingcang suddenly found that they were like sweet potatoes growing in the ground.

For the time being, I couldn't think reasonably, let alone move my fingers, and even my heartbeat stopped.

The ball of flame bounced up like a balloon, fluttering higher and higher until it disappeared into the yellow clouds.

The silver flame beauty who had done all this rolled up her arms and sleeves, and came to a set of hearty military body fists at the warlock uncle's spirit braincase, and exploded into a ball of light with a snort, wrapped around the two giant horns and did not move.

Of course, the warlock, who was still in a daze, did not realize that he had just been "beaten".

He scratched his head frantically,

"That's not right! Awake? How did it get out?? ”

Because the warlock uncle suddenly found that the hairball in his "sleeve Qianlong" and the "skin" that was bigger than the mountain suddenly disappeared.

Gul'dan is on top, this is not reasonable at all!