Seeing the smoking mouth of the dog, which looked like it was going to eat or not, the Senzhengbo Daitengu was frightened to the point of peeing.
Apart from mechanically flapping its wings, I can't remember any other movements.
In fact, the roaring cat that turned into a disaster made people unable to resist.
Seeing the Sengzhengfang Daitengu who was frightened to the point of peeing, Xiaotianmao felt disgusted.
This guy is full of superiority, but in fact he is still not as strong as Long San.
Long San didn't spoil him back then, and he was so happy after being stabbed with a knife.
Come to think of it, Long San’s origin is Na Qi’s bones. How could he be afraid of Xiao Tmall?
By the way, an evil idea appeared in Xiao Tian Mao's mind. How could he let go of an opportunity to take revenge on Na Qi?
He slapped the Monzhobo Daitengu to the ground with one paw, then rubbed it with his paws, carefully crushing all the bones, and then returned to its original form.
It has become so big and consumed a lot, and Xiao Tmall actually feels a little tired.
Zhen Shuiyin kicked the Monk Shobo Daitengu twice. It was so soft that he probably had no resistance.
"Xiaotian, you really have an overall view of the situation. If you don't eat it yourself, leave it to Naqi."
The Great Tengu of Senzhengbo was not completely dead yet. Hearing that he was being treated as food and left here and there like dinner, he felt unspeakably aggrieved.
"Dog God, please eat me. It is my destiny to become a part of your body. There is no shame in it."
What kind of friction syndrome is this? It’s really a shameless person trying to gain self-esteem by being eaten by a strong man. It’s a shameless person.
Zhen Shuiyin thought the same thing. People over there are like this. When they meet the weak, they are no longer human. When they meet the strong, they are like licking dogs. This is the same virtue.
Xiao Tmall took out a cigarette from Zhen Shuiyin's pocket and smoked a cigarette to relieve fatigue.
"Didn't you see this wet crotch diaper? I won't eat it. It's too dirty. Let's leave it to Na Qi.
Thinking about it, Na Qi definitely doesn't want to eat it, and the way Cai Gen forces him to eat it makes me happier than eating it myself."
It turns out that this is just the bad taste of shit and pissing. Zhen Shuiyin was speechless for a while.
Sengzhengfang Daitengu quits, it’s too insulting.
"Dog God, please stop insulting me. Am I not worthy of being your food?"
Xiao Timao flicked the cigarette ashes on his head,
"Who the hell is a dog god? Does it mean he is a dog if he looks like a dog? I'm blinding your dog eyes.
I really don’t care about eating a mutated thing like yours, you only deserve to be eaten by a donkey, hahaha.”
These words are very irritating, especially when paired with Xiao Tmall's self-satisfied look, which makes him look like a real bad guy.
Faced with such a helpless situation, Monzhobo Daitengu didn't say a word and fainted from anger.
Zhensuiyin was still careful and took off the samurai sword from the body of the monk Shobo Daitengu and kicked him awake.
"I'm curious, why don't you bring a knife?
I thought your life-saving skill was some kind of Sky-Opening Slash or something like that."
When he woke up again, Monshōbo Daitengu looked at his katana and looked at the sky with melancholy eyes, as if he had once again fallen into deep memories.
But the memory of this time was instantly brought back by Xiao Tmall's cigarette butt. Although the bones were broken, there was still pain.
"This is made from the tooth of the Tengu that I ate. It always reminds me that my blood is extremely noble. It always reminds me that I have been reborn. It always reminds me that I have been reborn."
Zhen Shuiyin kicked him again, reminding the monk that the Great Tengu should faint.
I really want to ask him what brand the plastic bags floating in the sky are made of and how they can fit so well.
"Give this knife to Cai Gen, and it will definitely help you cut mutton with your hands."
Xiao Tianmao licked his lips and firmly said
"must be able to."
Is it possible to cut the mutton by hand?
Cai Gen also wants to eat hand-cut mutton now, and what he is thinking about is hand-cut mutton.
But what he bit into his mouth was dry old bread.
The old bread is very fluffy and not delicate at all. Except for the golden crust, it looks a bit like bread. It is more suitable to be called a steamed bun.
No cream, no eggs, no cheese, no meat floss, just old bread with flour and a little saccharin.
It is said that for a period of time, many people born in the 1970s continued to pursue this taste, saying that this taste contains youth, memories, ups and downs.
Then all the high-end and low-end cake houses in the streets and alleys carried the banner of this old bread.
What followed was overcapacity.
Because those who reminisce about their youth only hope to reminisce for a little while after drinking too much.
I usually prefer Western-style pastries with meat floss, eggs, and rich cream flavor.
Old bread fell off the altar and became an existence that is not much more expensive than steamed buns.
At the same time, it has become a must-have dry food for Cai Gen when traveling at home. It costs one yuan for two, which is economical and affordable.
He hadn't eaten breakfast, and after waiting for such a long time for the opening ceremony, Cai Gen was hungry after the second round. As soon as he reached the third round.
Na Qi's belly was definitely not as important as his own. Cai Gen forced down a piece of old bread and almost choked to death. The cold mineral water saved his life.
However, the dining experience was very poor. Naqi seemed to be deliberately looking for trouble and was unwilling to see Cai Gen eating.
He deliberately found special obstacles to run through, so that Cai Gen only took two sips of a bottle of mineral water and spilled most of the bottle.
"Naqi, are you sick?
You don’t leave when there’s a good way out, are you doing it on purpose?”
Although there was the threat of the bone-cutting knife, Na Qi also felt that Cai Gen would not chop himself for such a trivial matter.
"I am burning my life here to illuminate you.
Where do you eat, drink, and enjoy peace and quiet?
are you human?
Do you have any humanity?
Even if you give me up, how can I compete with you?
Even if you are polite, it will make me feel more balanced.
You disrespect me so much and don't take me seriously.
You coax and pamper me in every possible way for this good-for-nothing landlady, why are you so indifferent to me?"
Xiao Xiao, who was bored in every possible way in the back seat, didn't know what he heard. His face suddenly turned red and he was still explaining.
"Don't talk nonsense. My benefactor is not who you say. He didn't coax me in every possible way. He just doted on me."
Xiao Xiao has given full play to her random thoughts, as if Cai Gen really coaxed her and pampered her in every possible way, making up a lot of things that never happened.
What is all this?
Cai Gen first turned around and pointed at Xiao Xiao,
"Why are you blushing? What are you thinking about? Be serious."
Turning around and patting Naqi,
"Keep your mouth shut and don't live in vain. If outsiders hear it, how will you let me live?
OK, I'll pamper you and coax you, will you eat bread?"
We originally agreed to be polite, but Naqi suddenly changed his mind.
"I'll eat, I'll eat, give me two to try."
After saying that, the navigation panel turned into an open donkey's mouth, with those big snow-white teeth that could be used as mahjong.
Although Na Qi did not follow the script, the words had already been spoken, and Cai Gen did not argue with him.
Feeling distressed, I stuffed two pieces of bread into the donkey's mouth, and lovingly, I poured the remaining mineral water into it.
I don’t know if Naqi tasted it properly, but he opened his mouth and said carelessly,
