After deciding the name of the white whale, Fang Ping'an closed his arms and covered it with the yarn. He stood there and grinned foolishly.

This name is quite poetic.

You taste it.

Whales fall from north to south, sharks fall from east to west.

This is a yarn that looks like a whale and a shark, just in a rhyme.

Miao Luyou lay on the bed, glanced at Fang Ping'an, curled his lips slightly, thinking in his heart.

Tsk, Fang Qiuqian’s evil taste is really unpredictable.

Ignoring the veil that was crazily slammed into protest under the confinement of King Kong's arm, Fang Ping'an sat by the bed, wondering what he was thinking, and was stunned.

Bang bang bang bang.

The Vajra's arms continued to crack with the collision of the yarn, but fortunately, the amount of the yarn will take into account some of the yarn's feelings, so they didn't really use much power, just click to stop.

After a while, the yao had lost its breath and she lay down again, transformed into a salted fish, motionless. If it weren't for the tentacles on the abdomen who would occasionally move, it would be like dead.

Miao Luyou opened his mouth from the head of the bed and yawned, then stood up and arched his back, stretched his waist, then walked slowly to Fang Ping'an and sat down. His eyes fell to the yarn. It couldn't help but smack his lips, and a crystal clear saliva slid from the corner of his mouth.

Smack it.

There is a saying in the human world that is good.

What is the happiest thing?

That's nothing more than cats eating fish and dogs eating meat, and the poor fights small monsters.

The lost giant beasts and the family members in the deep sea are not fish after all!

If you can eat it, your strength will be able to recover at least 50%, right?

However, due to Fang Ping'an's face, he could not swallow it in one bite. If he really swallowed it in one bite, Fang Qiuqiong might settle the score with him. Now that the glass money has not been paid off, it is not advisable for a cat to beg for food!

Then is it okay to eat a shark fin?

Meow Luyou squatted beside Fang Ping'an, his eyes wandering in his sockets, thinking about how to "get alone" with his new friend for a while.

The next moment.

Fang Ping'an suddenly turned his hand and dropped the samu on the top of Miao Luyou's head. He stood up and said casually: "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable, go to the bathroom."

Meow Luyou squatted beside the bed, wrinkled his nose, looked up at his head, his face strange, and he felt that happiness came too suddenly.

After Fang Ping'an said that when he went to the toilet, he walked straight into the bathroom and closed the door, but did not lift the toilet lid, but sat directly on it with his eyes full of contemplation.

In the previous hotel chaos, he took the opportunity to kill dozens of ghosts and plucked a lot of wool. In addition to the experience value consumed by strengthening the power to send troops to repel the spirits, there was still more than half of the experience value left.

Judging from the current consumption intensity of plug-in enhancement skills, if you have a full calculation, these experience values ​​can strengthen the skills at least three times.

The Vajra arm that was just derived from the Eight-Arm Yuntian was used to imprison the yarn, but it broke out in two or three strokes. It was the only way to show mercy to the yarn. If it recovered its true body and exerted all its strength, the Vajra arm would probably collapse in an instant.

After careful analysis, Fang Ping'an felt a little more of a sense of crisis.

It turns out that if you don’t work hard, you will be overtaken.

So Fang Ping'an planned to strengthen the eight-arm Yuntian.

After all, compared with other skills, Eight-arm Yuntian is one of Fang Ping'an's most commonly used skills. If the strengthening progress does not keep up, if something happens in a fight with someone, the fun will be extraordinary.

I made up my mind and decisively chose the eight-arm fortune-telling to strengthen it.

On the retina, the experience value is like running water, and it evaporated a lot in a short while.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of hot breath emitting red gold color appeared in Fang Ping'an's body and continued to merge with the blood in his body.

Fang Ping's blood in his safe body was like slurry, constantly surging and rushing in his body. The light red heat slowly drifted out from the pores around him. As soon as it emerged, it instantly burned his clothes to black ashes.

It can be seen how high his whole body temperature was at this time.

Even the toilet lid sitting under Fang Ping'an's butt was not spared, and was melted by the high temperature all over him.

The naked Fang Ping'an sat on the porcelain toilet, frowned, and his body was filled with rivers and seas. His blood ran back and forth like volcanic lava, constantly tempering his muscles, bones, blood and flesh, and was also in great pain!

In the end, the blood and blood in his body were like a fire dragon patrol, and golden patterns exuding a murderous aura appeared on Fang Ping'an's skin.

The blood tide that turned into a fire dragon was constantly polishing and solidifying Fang Ping'an's physical body. Conversely, the little hair that had just grown on his head was once again burned by the skill's poisonous hand, and was burned clean by the scorching temperature, without leaving a single one.

As the strengthening continued, the eight-arm Yuntian words originally displayed on Fang Ping'an's retina began to become blurred and scattered, and then reorganized.

In the skill column, the word "Eight Arm Yuntian" completely disappeared.

Instead, another skill name is replaced.

Eight-armed Asura is angry!

At this time, Fang Ping'an, who was enduring the lava forging body and the fire dragon patrol, did not notice the quiet change in his skill. He just frowned and trembled all over, pressed the pain that seemed to be enough to tear the soul apart.

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Qingliang Town.

At noon, the sun shines brightly.

Flashes of sea fog rose from the sea surface, and the sea fog filled the area, blocking the scorching heat in late spring and early summer.

During this period of time, there were many people coming and going in the town.

Zia wore a white T-shirt inside, a blue coconut tree striped short-sleeved jacket on the outside, shorts and slippers on the lower body, and empty hands. He walked on the streets of the town, turning his head from time to time, looking at the shops on both sides.

Zhizhu tied his long hair into a ponytail, his tender pink hot pants and short sleeves, a pair of milky white, and his straight and tight long legs, which attracted the attention of many pedestrians on the street.

The two walked back and forth on the streets of Qingliang Town, but they could not find the wonton shop with the natural plaque of Xiyan as Fang Ping'an said.

After the two of them walked to the other end of the town for the second time, Qi Er stopped, frowned and turned to look behind him and said, "We have both been searching carefully twice. There are 186 shops in total, and there are only six wonton shops. There are wooden plaques hanging on it, which says Xiyan naturally. Is it difficult for Fang Ping'an to deceive us?"

Zhizhuo was holding a popsicle in his hand and stuttering. Hearing Yan, he looked up at Qie, put down the popsicle, stretched out his pink tongue and licked his lips, and then smiled and said, "You know if you prove it? There are only six wonton shops in total, you can eat them one by one, you can always meet the real owner."

When Qie heard Zhizhu's words, he was slightly stunned. After standing there thinking, he nodded and sighed: "No wonder the old man often said that stupid methods are good."

Zhizhuo frowned and glanced at Qie with a little cold look, "Are you calling me stupid?"

Zie: "…"
Chapter completed!