Which fairy in the painting is not a tall existence, not to mention the amorous image of the white clothes, the fairy wind bones, the charm of the common people is the most basic, there is no such qualification to be a fairy in the painting others do not agree with it, this is the mainstream of today's society.

What is the non-mainstream in front of them now? The whole territory is messy, the face is full of ghost paintings, the cloak is scattered, and a piece of clothing is also quite prominent, and the ink feels that he is a failure as a fairy in the painting, purely to lose the face of the fairy in the painting, if he lets other peers know that he exists, he will definitely attack him and kill this black sheep. Relatively speaking, the old man who just led the way is more in line with the image of the fairy in the painting than him, but whoever calls one can talk and the other can't, if you want to make people suspicious, you can't find a reason, and it is the one in front of you.

"Sit down!" the old man with his hair scattered, that is, the fairy in the painting, opened his mouth to speak, while he kept taking out things and putting them into the clay pot in front of him

Sit, sit there?

Looking at the things that are scattered everywhere, even the little feet have to be careful, where there is a place to sit.

Stupid! Ink really wants to beat a few people, and if you ask others to be so wooden, they will sit if they tell you to sit, and if you really want to scold others, you will help clean up the house!

Looking at the ink that had already dragged a butt pad to the stove to leave saliva, the other four people's faces were dark. When you say packing up, you're sitting and letting us come?

Ink gave the other party a look, why don't I clean up your things and you will set it up?

Mo Qian, the three of them and Yang Rong glanced at each other, and couldn't help sighing, they had better clean up the house honestly. However, the four of them kept an eye on it, and they really wanted to see how the ink was close to each other!

When the four of them finished cleaning up and sat around the stove, their faces were not ordinarily bad, this is what you are talking about? You just stared at the food and drooled from beginning to end, and you didn't say a word, and we will do the same!

Ink is completely fascinated by the fragrance in front of me, I can't imagine that I can meet the originator of food here, look at this ingredient, it is really luxurious to the extreme!

But Mo Qian, they don't think so, Nima's, he and the others really won't do this! Look at what he put in! The thing that thought it was a plant and grass root was actually this thing, can it be eaten? The four of them were already retching after seeing it. The green soup kept tumbling, rushing up the corpses of some small animals, and several people were as earth-colored as they were sitting, admiring the drooling people sitting on the side.

Shui Mo noticed their expressions and whispered: "When you eat later, you have to make a look of enjoyment, who can't shoot the sycophants and review it yourself!"

Vomit!

The four of them tried not to let themselves retch too obviously, but fortunately they hadn't eaten since early in the morning, and there was nothing to vomit, and now in this way, they had no appetite at all.

In the painting, when the fairy had added enough things to the clay pot, he closed the lid, tied the sack in a knot, put it on the side, and sat up straight.

The meat scene came, and the ink and several people also sat up straight.

Ahem, the fairy in the painting coughed twice as an opening remark, nodded and said: "I am very satisfied with the hunting test! You must know that you can hunt the tyrannosaurus without casualties, and even the adult warriors of the entire tribe can't do it together, I am very satisfied, although you have used some means, but how can hunting rely on brute force alone?"

Is this a compliment to us?

But wait, Tyrannosaurus rex is not easy to hunt, so what's the deal with the prey you caught yesterday?

"Oh, you said yesterday, the blood lion and the tyrannosaurus fought each other for territory, didn't it? just picked up a bargain for that group of cubs and brought it back together!" said the fairy in the painting while lifting the lid to look at the food.

What the!

That, that, that......

In the end, the five of them collectively lowered their heads, a beautiful misunderstanding almost cost them their lives, and they were frightened at the beginning, thinking that everyone here was a figure who stood up to the sky and the earth, and the existence of slaying dragons with one hand. If you want me to say, this tyrannosaurus even has to walk around the demon beasts of the Jindan stage and even the Yuan infant stage, why is it so easy to be hunted, but this tyrannosaurus is so strong, and the IQ doesn't seem to be high?

A few people couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, if they don't die, they won't die, they really didn't say that they wanted to let themselves hunt tyrannosaurs, they were too strict with themselves, and they must try.

"But I'm satisfied, I'm allowed to move around here freely, and live a good life for a while!" said the fairy in the painting, and his tone was very natural.

What! Living for a while, don't you let yourself go?

Meron was about to stand up and get angry, this was purely for his own amusement, right?

Even Yang Rong wanted to open his mouth to speak.

Ink hurriedly stopped, why bother? The relationship was about to stiffen as soon as it was a little bit. "Then thank you for being old, I don't know what you still want, we will try our best to help you complete it!"

"Yo, do you know a lot, and you can ask me what I want, and those few over there don't seem to be convinced?"

"Look at what you said, don't worry about children, frizzy temperament, easy to be impulsive, you always take care of it!" Ink tries to squeeze out a smile and give others a look.

As if you are older than us, Mo Qian and the others were not convinced, and at the same time showed a bright smile at the fairy in the painting.

"Eat, eat, write off when you're done!" In the painting, the fairy holds two small sticks in one hand as chopsticks, and at the same time picks up a fat strip of meat and stuffs it into his mouth, and takes a few bites of green juice and flows from the corners of his mouth.

The faces of the four Mo Gan turned pale, and their hands were shaking with chopsticks.

Haven't you seen a lot of things? I guess it's already extinct, right?

The ink was fished out in it, and I picked out a clip that I had never seen before, how to eat it? It should be shelled, right? It's almost a five-colored centipede or something, the shell is peeled off, revealing a white and tender strip of meat, bite into the mouth, the mouth is fragrant, the best!

This seems to be good, the other four people saw that their eyes lit up, and they went directly to find it with chopsticks, at least compared to the others, this centipede itself can accept a little.

But after enduring the nausea for a while, the four of them collectively stared at the ink with resentment, and you ate it!

After eating the whole centipede, Ink raised his head and looked at a few people who were inexplicable, very puzzled, what's wrong?

I saw that the fairy in the painting on the opposite side had already picked it up and eaten it again, but it couldn't be left behind, and it would be a loss to eat less.

Ink just started to clip, someone shot faster, and then when he was about to clip it, he took the first step and shot directly, the food in hand was snatched away, Ink raised his head and glared, is there such a snatch of food?

Yang Rong didn't have the consciousness of grabbing things at all, put the things he caught in front of him, couldn't see what they were, they were all boiled, closed his eyes and took a bite, the green soup came down, trying not to think about what was in his mouth.

The three of them glanced at each other, understood Yang Rong's approach, and gathered around the stove together, looking at the chopsticks under the ink.

Ink teeth bite, what do these people think of themselves! Is this a tiger's mouth?

The corners of his mouth showed a trace of imperceptible arc, and he slowly stretched his chopsticks towards a fat insect, and threw it in late, it didn't look like it was cooked, and it was still very tender.

Mo Gan's faces were very entangled, whether to grab it or not, maybe it was just that it looked disgusting on the outside, but in fact, it would be good to peel the shell? Mo Yong gritted his teeth and made the first move, intercepted it, and sandwiched it into his bowl.

Then Mo Long also cut off his beard, and when Mo Qian was about to act, Ink's smiling eyes suddenly made him sober, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, and when he looked back at his two brothers who were eating food with their faces huddled together, he was also nauseous in his mouth.

I already knew that this kid had a problem with his character and took people to jump into it stupidly, why did he not have a long memory.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, Mo Qian casually punched a clay pot and sandwiched it out, and everything was the same, so it was better to pick a random one!

But when he saw it clearly, his face was ugly, and a few people around him who were already ugly slowly eased up, and gave him a sympathetic look.

Slimy, juicy stuff, sure it's not a slug?

If you don't change it, the one who asked for help looked over to his buddy, and the two inhuman people turned their heads directly to eat the things in their bowls.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Qian closed his eyes and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, swallowed it without biting it, retching for a while, Nima was so disgusting!

Raising his head, he feasted on the two people in the painting, the fairy and the ink, around the stove, and his face became greener, especially when the fairy in the painting raised his hand from time to time to invite him to come again!

After a meal, I feel that it is better to let myself alone with the Tyrannosaurus, which is completely more uncomfortable than killing myself. The four of them were impressed by the only alternative, how did this kid get such a thick nerve, could it be that he was born.

Shui Mo knew that they would definitely say that Lao Tzu's coarse nerves were not forced out, thinking about a ten-year-old child, who was treated as a guinea pig and fed various foods every day because he accidentally carried a little thing, and was still strongly supported by his guardian. Think about your dark time at that time, the most hated thing for a person a day is eating, and the favorite thing is the time when you secretly vomit food and eat dessert, it feels like a history of blood and tears.

Nowadays, since some people share weal and woe, Ink and Wash attitude is more enthusiastic, not only greeting them to cheer up, but also considerately sandwiching food for them to their respective rice bowls, full of smiles, and the service is completely five-star. As for the hateful eyes of the guests, I didn't see it at all, and you have the ability to complain.

The fairy in the painting said that he was very satisfied, and specially arranged a room for them to live in, so that they could not live in a cage tonight.

Outside the hut, the four people squatted in a row, and the vomit had been vomited, but they still couldn't stand up, and as the guy around them accidentally made a retching sound, the four of them vomited again, even if there was nothing in the stomach, there was still a little bit of sour water.

Ignoring the resentful gazes of the four people, Ink moved stones to sit down in the distance to admire, occasionally looking at the blue sky, hoping that time would slow down.