Hu Li came back happily, still holding a big hug of soft chicken feathers, all of which were chicken down, probably robbing Brother Feng's chicken coop.

As for whether his chickens were lost or not, it would not be known until Brother Feng went back.

Stuff the finished Ula shoes to the brim, and wear them again this time, not to mention how warm they are, and after a long time, I am afraid that I will be able to cover my feet, that is, when I put them on and take them off, I will drill chicken feathers outside.

When the big fish comes out of the pot, cut some pig's head and stew it, the cabbage is grilled until only the core is left, the big radish is cut into strips, and the fried egg sauce is dipped in the sauce, not to mention how fragrant it is.

Song Shushu first snatched the big fish head of the fathead fish in front of him, kept it and ate it slowly, and let them grab the rest of the fish meat, the table was full, and this big fish head was the best.

Song Shushu had just eaten half of it, and a fluffy yellow claw paw poked out of the table like lightning, and the sharp claws hooked away the half-pulled fish head hook away, and the rhubarb, a mountain beaver, ran out with the fish head in his mouth, his head poked out of the doorway, hesitated, froze and shrank back, squatting on the edge of the water tank in the kitchen, and gnawing the fish head to creak.

This shameless big mountain civet has thicker and fluffier fur in winter, looks fatter, and is about to become a ball.

Song Shushu looked at this big mountain beaver, his eyes lit up slightly, the chicken feathers in the shoes should be replaced, if they are replaced with the cat hair on this mountain beaver, it is estimated that the warmth will not be bad.

The mountain fox felt Song Shushu's aggressive gaze, and the hair on his whole body suddenly turned out, and he hissed at him with his fangs.

"This is a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed!" Song Shushu muttered.

The meals are almost eaten, there is only some fish soup left, the fish soup is frozen after it is cold, the chopsticks are a small piece, the tendon is better than the meat, and the wine is also quite good with this thing.

After Lao Hou drank a pound of liquor, he suddenly opened the chatterbox, licked his chopsticks heavily, took a small half cup of loose arms, and put his legs on his legs, and the folds on his face that could kill flies were a lot less.

"Let me tell you, those monks are very cowardly, I especially beat ten of them, and chased them until the Kunlun Mountain Gate, only to be stopped by the five elders of Kunlun, what can the five elders of Kunlun do, think that I was waiting for a longitudinal cloud stick back then, from east to west, lifted the entire Longhu Mountain, and killed Tianzhu in the west, if it wasn't for the last Lao Jin to stop me, I would have been able to destroy the entire Buddhist gate!

When Song Shushu heard it, this is a story.

"Uncle Hou, what do you mean, you are still the Monkey King?"

The Black Jiao King pointed at Lao Hou and said with a smile: "He doesn't have the ability to turn seventy-two into a head around the earth in acting, but well, the prototype of Sun Wukong is indeed him, of course, it also mixes a lot of folklore!"

"Ah, Sun Dasheng, you tugged the action of the Poseidon Needle from your ears, you are handsome, please accept the worship of the little brother, you shouldn't have become a Buddha in the first place, what's so good about fighting to defeat the Buddha, where is there a flower and fruit mountain water curtain cave Monkey King is chic!" Song Shushu patted his thighs and said with a regretful face.

Song Shushu's eyes looked at Lao Hou's ears one by one, wanting to see if there was a stick like an embroidery needle hidden in his ear.

"Just with those bald heads, I also want to subdue Lao Tzu as a subordinate, I'm sorry, Meidi them!" Lao Hou's eyes widened angrily, "Read less useless books in the future!"

"That's that, let's go on to talk about your killing of all sides!" Song Shushu also crossed his legs and poured himself a glass of wine.

The way of drinking and bragging about the cat winter is much more interesting than playing cards!

"Where did I just go?"

"Speaking of which, you fought ten at a time, and you fought all the way to the Kunlun Mountain Gate, but you were stopped by the five elders of Kunlun!" Song Shushu hurriedly said.

"Ah yes, and then I beat them up with a dozen fives, and they were obedient......"

Hu Li stared at a pair of cute big eyes and asked, "Uncle Hou, I know that you are very old, but with the current environment, if you really use your demonic power and beat the five elders of Kunlun, you can still come back alive?" Not to mention the question of whether you can win or not, the loss of demon power alone can kill you!"

"You're a little girl, so I'm not happy to talk to you!" said Lao Houhu with a face.

The Black Jiao King smiled lightly: "Seeing that you still have sword intent on your body, it should be a master of Shushan!"

Lao Hou said with a pity on his face: "It's not good, the Shushan Dahuan Sword Immortal is in Kunlun, the Dahuan Sword Immortal had an old relationship with me back then, but it's not good to save people's face!"

Song Shushu felt that Lao Hou was bragging, no matter whose face it was, could he still suppress the hatred of taking his wife?

However, the most taboo thing on the wine table is to debunk other people's on the spot, and if you are annoyed, the wine bottles will fly directly, and eighty percent of the fights at the wine table in the north are fought like this, so if you listen to the excitement, you will really lose.

Lao Hou slapped it heavily on the table, and shouted angrily: "This matter must not end like this, this time I will give Dahuan Sword Immortal a face, and when I recuperate, Lao Tzu will lift him Kunlun Mountain with a stick!"

"Uncle Hou is mighty!" Song Shushu raised a big finger.

At this time, Rhubarb also quietly climbed onto the kang, and then arched his head Song Shushu's hand, and directly got into his cross-legged socket, turned around, found the most comfortable position and lay down, squinting his eyes and holding Song Shushu's hand on his body, wanting him to tickle.

Song Shushu was busy listening to the story, scratching it without a match, and rubbing some hair into a ball and putting it next to him, keeping it as an insoles.

The Black Jiao King shook his head and said, "Old Hou, it's a bit too reckless for you to do this!"

Lao Hou squinted his drunken eyes, looked at the Black Jiao King with an unhappy face, and said: "What is reckless, you give me a non-reckless move!"

"Anyway, you should inquire about the news first, and I can travel in the spring, let me help you again, the general environment is unfavorable now, so we have to use roundabout means!"

"You can pull the blow down!" Lao Hou waved his hand and said: "A monk from the human race, what he is best at is all kinds of conspiracies and tricks, all kinds of detours, what does our demon clan rely on to dominate the earth? It's not a racial talent, and the demon power is unparalleled!"

Lao Hou said and waved his hand heavily: "Don't compete with them in force, but compare your brains, are you sick or am I sick?"

"That's just the last means of fixing, as long as the means are right, we still have a chance! At least, we don't have to be like now, trapped in the mountains, waiting for the distant Demon Metaverse to open! Leaving the people alone, this is not the Demon King's doing!"

Lu Cao'er said while gnawing on the cabbage stick: "Then if you want to be like you, with the big guy rushing to kill and send him to death, is it the demon king's doing?" I said Lao Hei, don't you understand the times!"

Lu Dashu hurriedly stroked his wife's chest and back, and said nervously: "Cao'er, don't be angry, Lao Hei is abandoned by the times, and he is still living in the glory of the past!"

Lu Cao'er said lightly: "I haven't seen him have any glory in the past!"

Song Shushu secretly said that it was broken, and all the grass knives and knives were pierced into the heart of the Black Jiao King, and if there was no fight on this wine table, there would be ghosts.

Sure enough, Huo Ran, the Black Jiao King, got up, his big black face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and he said angrily: "Lao Tzu also used his own strength to block Liu Bowen's dragon sword, protect half of the dragon vein, and continue the way of heaven for three hundred years, just by virtue of this, the position of the demon king, why can't I sit still?"