Yan Zheng was stunned when he heard this.

Although he is not a real lobster, no matter how much Yan Zheng listens to this sentence, he feels something is wrong. He always feels like he is cursing when he savors it carefully.

Looking at the other party's cunning smile, this grandson wasn't scolding me, right! This thought suddenly appeared in Yan Zheng's mind.

However, for a moment, Yan Zheng could not find any good words to curse. The other party's tricky perspective is reasonable and well-founded, which makes people unable to refute it...

After thinking for a long time, Yan Zheng stared at the other party and said viciously: "Your ashes are bibimbap! As you say, what is fried yellow croaker?"

The yellow croaker opposite smiled and scratched his head.

"Sorry~ I'm just giving an example, the words are rough and the truth is not rough!"

This made Yan Zheng look at him again with another death gaze!

The yellow croaker then restrained his smile. In his heart, Sanmu had already been happy. The last sentence was deliberately added by Sanmu, in order to anger Yan Zheng and increase Yan Zheng's sense of introversion to the character. Now it depends on the effect.

Violent.

When Yan Zheng threatened the yellow croaker with his eyes, the yellow croaker's clumsy five fingers suddenly became extremely flexible like octopus tentacles. While Yan Zheng had no time to take care of the five fingers to separate and untie the plastic bag at an incredible speed.

"Oh, are these three fish all your child brides? The boy has a good attitude and he chose all the beautiful women. By the way, you are too precocious. You have only a little more mature, and you know how to find a wife. Are you planning ahead?"

The yellow croaker's tone could not hide the sour smell of envy, and his expression was quiet and a little regretful and fell into recollection, as if he was a little regretful. Why didn't he expect Yan Zheng's wonderful idea at the beginning?

The other party's envious and regretful expression fell into Yan Zheng's eyes. Yan Zheng's entire shrimp instantly burst out, broke free from the other party's hands, ran to the plastic bag, pierced the bag again, and turned around to run.

Just after running out a few dozen centimeters, Yan Zheng felt that his back was sinking and could no longer move his feet. He turned his head and saw that the yellow croaker was smiling and holding the plastic bag.

Yan Zheng immediately threw himself into a mouse and pulled the plastic bag and his pace instantly softened. With his strength, he had no problem escaping from the yellow croaker. However, the plastic bag containing Xuan Ni and others would be torn in an instant, in order to protect him.

Xuanni and others, Yan Zheng had no choice but to give up resistance and was pulled back by the yellow croaker.

While being pulled back, Yan Zheng shouted dissatisfiedly: "Tug it gently, pull it slowly, and you can afford to lose my bag if you pull it off!"

The yellow croaker did not answer, but he proved to Yan Zheng with practical actions that he was a fish that knew his mistakes and corrected him. He held the plastic hand and let go, and then lifted Yan Zheng again. The yellow croaker pinched Yan Zheng,

It's like a fat cat dragging its big belly, which looks both embarrassing and ridiculous.

"Boy, why are you running away sneakily? You won't be snatching these three little girls!"

Yan Zheng snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "Barry? Don't insult me ​​with such untechnical things! Be careful, I'll sue you for slander!"

The yellow croaker shook his head indifferently.

"Then tell me that these three fish are your little wife?"

The eyes were full of raging mockery. Miki intentionally made things difficult for Yan Zheng. Before, Yan Zheng did not follow the script arrangements of his previous script. Miki was already unhappy. Due to the principle that he could not directly interfere in the copy, Miki could only stare at him and hated him.

The roots of my teeth were itchy, and now I finally got the opportunity. Although I couldn't directly attack Yan Zheng, it was okay to tease Yan Zheng to express his dissatisfaction. After all, the verbal tricks will not have any impact on the subsequent plot development.

Yan Zheng can also be regarded as a senior gunner. Facing the obvious provocative words of the Yellow Craft, Yu Zheng fought back unwillingly: "You are not a childhood sweetheart!"

Sanmu, who had already possessed a yellow croaker, echoed repeatedly: "Okay~ OK~ OK, let's not talk about why these three are unconscious, I'm just curious. These three fish have not transformed from you yet, you can take them with them.

What can you do? What can you do? You can do it with one lobster and three fish? You guys, you have no results, and you won’t have any offspring!"

Yan Zheng's three views were broken. This yellow croaker was also an old driver. The car drove over his face!

He said that someone is also professional when driving, and his first hand is showing off his scalp to the point where he feels numb when passing through the drain.

Then he grinned and said meaningfully: "What can you do? What can you do? Don't pronounce it so obviously, okay? I suspect you are driving, but I have no evidence. This is a bit ambiguous. Reproduction of offspring is not called true love, love is

It’s not about race and internationality, and what’s wrong with us not transforming, I just like childhood sweethearts~!”

Miki laughed silently, and was speechless by Yan Zheng, and he held up a word for a long time.

“Cow X.”

Yan Zheng snorted disdainfully.

"Hmph~Okay, I've told you everything I should tell you. Now you can let me go!"

The corner of the yellow croaker's mouth suddenly rose and said mysteriously: "Are you sure?"

Yan Zheng looked up and down at the yellow croaker, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what the other party was selling in the gourd. Generally speaking, there would be a later story behind him, and it would be a big pit waiting for him.

Yan Zheng hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure, you can let me go quickly. It's dark, I'm going to go home quickly!"

The yellow croaker nodded at Yanzheng, suddenly grinned at Yanzheng, raised his hand and threw Yanzheng out.

"Go away!"

Yan Zheng?????

After flying into the air, Yan Zheng, who was in a daze, came back to his senses and shouted indignantly: "Your uncle!"

Listening to the words coming from afar, Sanmu's figure appeared in the eyes of the yellow croaker again, and Sanmu's muttering sounds were made from the yellow croaker's mouth.

"I have chosen you for you. This is your choice, haha~ Enjoy the feast I prepared for you!"

After the words came, Sanmu turned into a ball of black smoke and sucked away from the yellow croaker.

Yan Zheng drew a graceful arc in the air and fell into the stall opposite.

Dongdong ~ Bang!

After a loud bang against the wooden board, Yan Zheng protected the plastic bag and stabilized his body. Before he could check the surrounding situation, a huge pig head filled Yan Zheng's gaze.

The green pig's head was rough and wrinkled, and the wrinkled gullies were like the old roots of a banyan tree. A pair of fangs soared into the sky, and their noses were three feet long, erupting a scorching breath, hitting Yan Zheng.

The fierce and evil look made Yan Zheng feel nervous.

"Hmph~Hmph~Hmph~Little guy, why did you come to the cutting board where I cut meat? Are you coming to buy pork?"

Yan Zheng, who was originally wary of his heart, was stunned by this sentence. The other party was just a pig. The pig sold pork. It felt a magical feeling no matter how you listened. At that time, the pig was so economical and produced by itself.

Sales... Walk your own way, and there is no way to go!

When Yan Zheng was in a daze, he heard the pig demon opposite him continue to promote, "Do you want a pig's head? I told you that this pig's head is delicious, fat but not greasy, melts in the mouth, and the pig's ears are crispy with a cold wine.
Chapter completed!