The caravan is responsible for the safety of the caravan, and they also solve some idle affairs.

I have seen this kind of situation without any response many times, so I am naturally familiar with it.

He turned over and entered the yard, holding a knife in one hand and a purse in the other.

Holding a knife is to prevent sneak attacks, and carrying a purse means that you are not in vain.

"Is anyone?"

The younger brother shouted and walked forward carefully.

The eyes look at the six directions, and the ears listen to all directions.

Not to mention the powerful bandits and thieves, even the wild beasts that are best at hunting in the mountains and forests have died at his hands.

I got closer step by step and soon arrived at the door.

My brother shouted twice again, raised his legs and kicked the door open, and immediately pulled away to avoid it.

The facts proved that I was too cautious. The house was empty, with only thick dust and dense spider webs.

Dozens of people went out together and quickly cleaned all the rooms.

Song Si and the caravan lived in one room, while the horse gang members lived in the remaining two rooms.

"Shaoyang, can you return Xiaoli to me?"

Erguotou suddenly spoke and his attitude was very kind.

The most respected martial artists like the Horse Gang are the strong ones.

When the caravan manager said he wanted to take Song Si with him, he was immediately rejected by Feng Da, Erguotou.

Song Si had no choice but to spend all his energy to beat him...

Uh, convince him!

He had to control his strength and not beat him to death, but also made Feng Da lose his power to resist, which made Song Si very tired.

"You are the first one I have seen on the ward."

Reluctantly returning the cat to Feng Da, Song Si suddenly missed Yingying very much.

A delicate and soft body, delicate and smooth fur, feel much stronger than a cat.

"Hehe, the journey is lonely, you can't bring a woman, you can't take a cat to relieve boredom."

Feng Da smiled, and his expression suddenly became obscene.

"I heard the rumor that after I had been raising the cat for a long time, it would turn into a cat girl and get into the tent at night, and be in love with the owner. I was so happy. Little Li was so cute, if she turned into a human form, she would definitely be a charming beauty."

"Catwoman?"

When Song Si heard Feng Da’s words, he was stunned.

"That's right, but Xiaoli is a male!"

“…”

Feng Da was silent, his face turned from yellow to white, from white to blue, from green to purple, and finally turned into pig liver color.

After struggling and struggling for a long time, Feng Da seemed to have figured it out, maybe he had figured it out.

He sighed a long time and said, "It's not impossible for you to be a man!"

Song Si: "???"

After stuffing Xiaoli into Feng Da's hand, Song Si took two steps back silently.

It soon became dark.

It was pitch black outside the window and there was no sound of mosquitoes.

An oil lamp swayed in the house, reflecting a ghostly shadow.

Song Si did not take off his clothes, nor did he lie with a few caravans, but instead squatted to the corner of the wall with a bronze sword in his arms.

In the past half a month, Song Si tried to draw out the bronze sword many times.

The effect is very pleasant!

In conjunction with the sword drawing technique, this rusty-stained long sword exerted a very powerful force.

But how strong is, because there is no reference, Song Si can't figure it out for the time being.

call!

Blow out the oil lamp and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Song Si closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra of meditation in his heart.

This secret technique is extremely difficult, and it took Song Si half a month to barely get some experience.

But even so, Song Si still felt her heart calmed down.

"No need to be perfect, I guess the realm of great success can suppress the Crazy Demon Body who broke through the ten levels of the cocoon."

Song Si murmured in her heart. Just as she was about to rest, she suddenly felt alert to Dasheng.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw that the oil lamp on the table was reignited at some point, and a figure sat upright.

"who!"

Song Si shouted loudly, not only to deter the enemy, but also to wake up others.

Unfortunately, it was pitch black in the afterglow, and there were no caravans.

"Cook a meal for me!"

...

...

The fire sways and the ghosts are scattered.

Hidden under the wide robe, it is impossible to see whether it is a human or a ghost.

"Cook a meal for me!"

"Be careful, there is something weird!"

Feng Da pressed his right hand on the hilt of the knife, and his expression was extremely solemn.

He remembered the story the old gang leader told him a long time ago, just like before him.

"Second brother, what should I do?"

The younger brother was frightened, but he still resisted the urge to escape and followed Feng Da closely.

"This is anorexia, it's invincible, do what he said!"

Feng Da stopped me, picked up the meat and vegetables that appeared at some point, and started cooking.

Cut the meat and green pepper into shreds and set aside, and put water in the pot and brush it clean.

Boil the lard, add the onion, ginger and garlic, stir-fry and remove all the flavor, then stir-fry the shredded pork, and finally add green peppers.

Feng Da was very quick to deal with and took three side dishes in just half a stick of incense and brought them to the anorexia.

The old gang leader once said that as long as the fried dishes can satisfy the other party, there will be no danger.

What if you are not satisfied?

Feng Da remembered that the old leader did not answer, but shook his head helplessly.

In front of demons and evil spirits, humans are still too weak.

The anorexia picks up the green pepper shredded pork and puts it into her mouth. Her thin chin squirms back and forth, and the corners of her mouth twitch slightly.

"How about it?"

Feng Da was very nervous and had sweat stains on his palms.

Whether it is life or death, it depends on this tremor.

“It’s so unpalatable!”

The voice was low and depressing, as if something was hiding.

Feng Da stared at the anorexia's face, his dull expression turned into a ferocious look, his dark eyes were covered with blood, and the twitching at the corners of his mouth became more and more intense.

"Cook... a meal for me..."

The twitching of the corners of the mouth became increasingly larger and even saliva dripped down.

The anorexia spoke again, originally like a malnourished face, but now it was twisted like an evil ghost, making people shudder.

"No! He's going to be crooked!"

Feng Da screamed in shock, full of despair.

...

...

Dong!

A big sea bowl with broken corners was thrown onto the table, containing something sticky and dark.

The burnt smell came to my face with the spicy air, making people shudder.

"Eat it, I fry it by myself, and the taste is absolutely first-class."

Song Si looked at the anorexia ghost and said indifferently.

There have been many demons and evil spirits, and it is the first one who is so dying.

I remember the first time he cooked, even the dogs who liked to eat shit were retreating.

“…”

Looking at the things in the broken bowl, the anorexia ghost's yellow and thin skin couldn't help but twitch, and a slight sensation appeared in his dark eyes.

The burnt taste, spicy smell, black viscous substance.

Can this really be eaten?

The anorexia ghost hesitated, the anorexia ghost was entangled, and the anorexia ghost was scared.

"this……"

Bang!

"eat!"

With a slap, the chopsticks on the broken bowl were shaken and fell to the ground.

The anorexia ghost shivered, his eyes were covered in blood, his expression gradually distorted, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Bang!

"I'm going to smoke your mother and give it to me!"

He slapped his face on the anorexia ghost, and several of his sharp teeth were knocked away.
Chapter completed!