Yun Mumu walked up to the silver spear and was pleasantly surprised to find that the handle of the silver spear was made up of three sections of Mojia machine techniques.

She took it off, and in three or two strokes she removed the handle of the gun, and took the most suitable section in the middle.

"Slut, you are not allowed to touch my moon." The man frowned, angry, the silver spear named Yingyue was the most competent weapon he had fought on the battlefield for many years.

For many years of accompanying him to fight the world in the bloody blood, he has always been by his side.

It wasn't until a year ago that he was paralyzed, and Yingyue was put away on the weapon rack.

In this way, it was also placed by his side day and night.

Usually, when the palace people are cleaning, if they move a little, he will cut and kill.

His reflection of the moon brooks no desecration by anyone.

Now that it has been dismantled by this dead woman, how could she dismantle the handle of the gun?

This is linked according to the Mojia technique, and the shape looks like a long rod, but in fact, the handle of the gun is composed of three sections. The average person can't see it at all.

Does this dead woman also understand the Mo family's tricks?

"Slut, you put me back, if you dare to touch my moon, I will ......"

Before the man finished speaking, he saw Yun Mumu carrying one of his gun handles.

duang a !!

poked into the water and scrubbed violently.

After washing, I took it to the side of the desk and used it as a rolling pin.

Duan Yixi: !!

His eyes were about to pop out.

This is his reflection of the moon, which once shocked the world in his hands.

The souls of the dead under his moon spear are not ten thousand, but eight thousand.

And now it's being used as a rolling pin by this dead woman?

I only felt that a mouthful of old blood rushed up my throat, and I was so angry that I almost died on the spot.

Yun Mumu leisurely rolled the dough with the handle of the gun, and while rolling, he was still disgusted: "It's really not easy to use, it's better to find a vase, garbage thing." ”

With the great strength of a chicken, Yun Mumu finally rolled the dough into a dough.

Then he walked over to his weapon rack.

There were a total of two weapons on his weapon rack, a spear reflecting the moon and a Longquan sword.

Yingyue is polluted, is she going to attack his Longquan Sword again?

"Slut, you dare?" The man roared loudly.

I saw Yun Mumu take off the Longquan Sword, make a few random gestures in the air, and muttered to himself: "It's a little longer, but it should be able to be used." ”

"Yunmumu, that's my Longquan sword, follow me all my life, fight on the battlefield, behead tens of thousands of souls, and the sword is ...... out of the sheath."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yun Mumu pull out the scabbard, take it to the side of the case, cut the green vegetables, and then threw the cut green vegetables into the pot, and picked up the Longquan sword and began to cut noodles.

"Yun Mumu, you...... You ......" Duan Yi was speechless in anger.

Yun Mumu smiled back and said softly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, it will be ready soon, your Longquan Sword is quite easy to use." ”

Duan Yixi's forehead was bruised, and he replied with a dark face: "I don't want to eat." ”

He just wanted to be quiet now.

Severe emo ......

Yun Mumu was too busy to care about him, so he cut the dough into wide noodles and put it in the pot.

Add salt, put a drop of oil and start boiling.

It didn't take long for a pot of green vegetable noodles with beautiful color to be ready.

Yun Mumu came to the tyrant's dragon couch with the white jade bowl.

Looking at the little expression of the tyrant, it seems that he has been hurt by 10,000 points of critical hits.