Chapter 205 The business experience of Mr. Rolling
Mr. Gungun didn't seem to have recovered from the weirdness of Bowtie's classmate coming back to life. He carefully touched the thick upper and lower sides of his neck to make sure that Xiaoqiu had run away.
The look in the caracal's eyes became very strange.
"Meow!"
The caracal kept barking and hissing threateningly.
Lord Gungun pinched the caracal's body, dispersed the force field, and stretched the bear's paws.
"Ouch..."
The caracal let out a heartbreaking scream, and its black eyeballs popped out, hanging on its face like two large glass balls.
The 70-centimeter-long mini body was stretched directly in the rolling palm to nearly two meters long, like a hairy black earthworm.
The big eyes are full of sadness as bright as a forty-five-degree angle. This short and weak thing is not enough to tie a bow tie and hang it around its neck!
Lin Chou's idea is very straightforward. Either you pay me thirty jars of snake wine, or you pay me ninety thousand for circulation. Otherwise, the big pot in the kitchen is also suitable for you.
But looking at Gungun’s appearance, I think it’s better for you to go back and cook honestly. This cat belongs to you.
Someone lost his bow, and the loss was huge.
...
That night.
Everything is quiet and the gentle breeze caresses.
After waking up, Xiaoqiu was busy taking care of her granary and working hard on the entire hillside land.
As Xiaoqiu drills in and out of the soil, the fragrant red beans all over the mountain fluoresce brighter, the wilted leaves recover, and even the pitcher plant hedges that have been dormant at night wake up one after another and are full of energy.
Mr. Gungun fell on his back on the hillside with a pile of uneaten fragrant red bean fruits in his mouth, sleeping soundly.
The aggrieved caracal emerged from under Lord Gungun's butt, its dark eyes gleaming.
"Zheng".
A sharp claw as sharp as a scimitar popped out from the thick flesh pad, which was fifteen centimeters long, and silently touched the rolling eyebrows.
At the top door, less than ten centimeters below the gap in the skull, is the fragile brain tissue.
The caracal is like the most competent killer in the night. It breathes inaudibly and stabs downwards suddenly.
"Click."
The nails broke into several pieces in an instant, and Lord Gungun then struck with his huge palm, scratched his forehead, and slapped the caracal away like a mosquito.
"Snoring, snoring."
With this slap, the caracal's black hair exploded all over its body, and it vomited blood. It let out a scream and then flew into the air.
A hundred meters away from Mr. Gungun, the caracal flew slower and slower, and finally hovered in the air strangely.
Like a puppet on strings, it was pulled by an invisible force and slowly turned back to Gungun's side. No matter how hard it struggled, it was of no avail.
Finally, it hovered above the billowing mouth and stopped moving.
"Meow!"
The caracal cat Xiao Hei looked down at the mountain-like Lord Gungun. Under his body was a huge mouth. A single tooth of Gungun was almost as big as his entire body.
"Hulu...Hulu..."
Master Gungun slept soundly and soundly, snoring loudly. After each snoring, the caracal's body twitched and shook as if it had been electrocuted.
"Meow!"
"Meow!"
Outside the fence, two cats meowed in succession.
A sharp sound, a soft sound.
Master Gungun suddenly sat up at this moment, without even opening his eyes. He pointed his bear paw, and a force field that distorted the darkness spread instantly, crushing countless fragrant red beans directly into dripping juice, forming a fan-like channel.
.
"Ouch!"
There was a scream in the distance, and there was no more sound. Lord Gungun crashed onto the hillside,
"Snoring, snoring..."
When Lin Chou got up and went down the tree, he almost fell down.
The fragrant red beans on the hillside were turned into debris, and the fences of more than a dozen pitcher plants were turned into pieces, leaving the ground in a mess.
Master Gungun scratched his head, sat down in front of Lin Chou, and placed an earthy yellow cat in front of Lin Chou.
"Ouch."
Lin Chou was speechless, "You said this cat attacked you?"
"Ouch!"
Did it eat the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?
"Hands out!"
Gungun put his hands behind his back and innocently stretched out two huge bear paws upon hearing this, placing them in front of Lin Chou.
Lin Chou warned, "Don't move, don't move!"
After walking around Gungun, sure enough, two caracals, one black and one white, were suspended in the air.
"Ahem!"
"Ouch!"
Gungun felt aggrieved like a child who had lost his candy.
At this time, Master Shan got out of the car, yawned, and said sleepily, "Master Gungun asked you if his new bow tie looks good!"
Lin Chou stared.
Master Gungun pointed at the limp, lifeless earth-yellow caracal cat on the ground, "Ouch."
Mr. Shan gave a thumbs up with admiration on his face, "Master Gungun said, use that thing on the ground to replace it with a new bow."
Hey, who did you learn this business knowledge from? Did Mr. Gungun ever have a tea party with a potted plant when he was bored?
Drops "The war mission of food ingredients is completed, intelligence value +1."
I'll fuck you!
Lin Chou picked up the dead cat and turned around to leave. Mr. Gungun was very satisfied. It was a fair trade, one for one, no one would lose.
Master Shan shouted, "Brother Lin, come in for breakfast...fuck you!"
Huang Dashan stepped into the green slime on the ground and fell down dancing.
"Paji."
When Shan Ye came back from the backyard, Lin Chou had completely peeled off the caracal's skin and hung it under the eaves.
When the breeze blows, it looks like a living thing.
"Brother Lin, I have seen people hang wolf skin tubes on flagpoles. They are used to show off their bravery and strength. They are quite beautiful... What do you mean by hanging a dead cat? It is not very auspicious.
Bar?"
Lin Chou said coldly, "Master Shan, have you ever heard that there was a punishment for thieves in ancient times? The thief's skin was completely peeled off, and the inside was filled with straw to make him kneel down..."
Master Shan suddenly realized, "Did these cats steal your night sparrow?"
"kindness."
Huang Dashan grinned widely and looked at the eaves, "Then when are you going to hang up the cactus leather tube?"
"..."
Master Shan said mysteriously, "Don't waste this stuff. I've heard that cat meat is a great tonic, aphrodisiac and spermatozoa! This cat-like beast must be the best...I seem to still
I've never seen it before... peeling it off is really a waste. If you send it to a scientific research institute, you can definitely sell it for a good price. I took a video of an evolver turning into a blood corpse and sold it for a small 200,000 yuan in circulation.
...The losers at the Scientific Research Institute are always very generous with things they haven’t seen before!”
"By the way, what level is this cat in?"
Lin Chou washed away the blood on his hands and said, "Level 4 caracal cat."
"Level 4, 4, 4?" Mr. Shan was shocked, "You, you, you just peeled it off like this? What a prodigal... Go and get those two thorns back from Mr. Gungun's hand!"
What the hell do I want? Didn’t you act as a middleman and finish the business? If you have the ability, go and get it!
"Take out those black snakes of yours and add vegetables later."
"oh!"
Master Shan agreed without even thinking, turned around and left.