emmmmm, we will talk about how Prince Huang dotes on Lin Chou’s second uncle in an all-round way later, because Lin Chou himself has been woken up by the bun. Summit 23S.
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The flying angle of this steamed bun is like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace, and like a stroke of genius, it flies from Huang Dashan's hand to Lin Chou's face in just a short moment. Countless thoughts have already rushed through Lin Chou's mind.
, the unit of thinking at that moment is not easy to calculate, but it should be approximately equal to about three and a half Ji Zhi Bai, and the error will not exceed half a Ji Zhi Bai.
For a man, being bolder than his waist is obviously not a particularly flattering adjective, but at this time, courage is obviously not considered because it may be directly related to the size of Lin Chou's wallet.
Therefore, Lin Chou is very courageous.
"Mad, done it!"
Then this guy jumped up the city wall and snatched all the buns hidden away by Mr. Shan, leaving a confused Huang Dashan messy in the wind.
It is said that Huang Dashan has a habit of hiding a few buns in his arms when he has nothing to do. I don’t know when it started. It seems that this trend has already appeared since the time he hit the mountain musk deer, and then experienced another Luanshan incident.
As a result, this problem has completely disappeared, as if I am exhausted if I don’t tuck a few buns in my arms.
When Lin Chou appeared in front of the warlock carrying a bag of steamed buns, the warlock himself was at a loss, "Eh? What are you doing...Wucao...what are you doing...I am Sanhuang Da..."
Unexpectedly, the chicken was also snatched away.
The semi-disabled warlock met Lin Chou, who was not afraid of the aura of bad luck caused by physical contact, and there was basically no possibility of resistance.
With Baozi in one hand and Sanhuang in the other, the trembling Sanhuang seemed to know who was the boss who controlled its life. He was stunned and did not dare to move. His neck was as straight as a thousand-year-old boxwood tree.
Leng Han, Wei Tianxing, Kong Yi and others didn't understand.
"You kid...what are you going to..."
Lin Chou said,
"One hand is metaphysics, and the other is science. This means holding on to both hands with both hands."
This Buryat steamed bun, which had brought many surprises to Lin Chou in its early appearance, has never had the opportunity to be favored by Lin Chou. The stuffing with "high-end ingredients" is far away, but it is an emergency.
Being dragged out of trouble again, I don't know if Izumi Izhi would jump in and yell at him.
Although it seems that it is more reliable to stuff the bun directly into the mouth of the three hundred tons opposite, there is really no way to guarantee whether the bun is still a bun after being brushed down with a neon spell. Since it cannot be eaten, then you have to eat it yourself.
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Although the triggering conditions are a bit harsh, Lin Chou can guarantee that as long as the special effects are triggered, no matter what the reason is for this neon dragon to become "crazy", it can make its heart "calm down" directly.
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Ahem, anyway, Boss Lin, get ready to eat steamed buns!
Of course, preparations such as retrieving the three yellows are also indispensable. Who made the warlock firmly believe in the role of Lord Sanhuang's lucky blessing and then made other people and even Lin Chou himself believe it? Not only
He is a warlock, and even Si Gouzi treats this chicken with respect. Occasionally, if he catches a few white-tailed moles, he must first show respect to Master San Huang. Even though San Huang has never pecked him, Si Gouzi still enjoys it.
Lin Chou took a deep breath, cut her wrist and started bleeding.
After spending a lot of blood to repair Fanwei last time, Lin Chou has accumulated experience.
Well, you can't cut it horizontally on the wrist, you have to cut it vertically from the inner elbow of the arm to the wrist. It is not easy to heal and the blood will drain out very quickly. It can effectively avoid being stabbed several times in a short period of time.
When the blood was about to flow to the ground, the hair ball came out from nowhere, a few hyphae directly changed the direction of the blood flow, and he started drinking.
"..."
Lin Chou choked, turned around and threatened San Huang fiercely,
"I only have twenty-two steamed buns. If it doesn't work, I'll sacrifice you to heaven and reward the three armies with a chicken stew!"
Sanhuang tilted his neck, not sure if he could understand it, but Lin Chou's evil expression had obviously made him realize that his situation was not good, so,
"Click... click?"
Lin Chou almost spit out the second bun in her mouth,
"That horse is a hen!!!"
Then Sanhuang disappeared and turned on the pretend-death mode. Even though Lin Chou pinched his neck and shook vigorously, he didn't move.
Metaphysics is indeed unreliable!
Everyone around them was still confused, and those who wanted to speak were stopped by Leng Han and Wei Tianxing.
What Lin Chou was thinking at this time was that luck attributes were all deceptive, and unlucky was real. If he had known what kind of buns he would eat and what kind of blood would be released, he might as well just throw the warlock over to count the balls, and the aura of unlucky would be all over.
It’s so disgusting!
Just as I was thinking about it, waves of dizziness came over me.
"Eh? So fast?"
Looking down, he saw that the hyphae of the hair ball were almost as thick as a child's finger, sticking directly to his wound and swallowing Lin Chou's blood in large streams.
Sigh...Does this count as helping...
The speed at which the fur ball absorbs blood obviously exceeds the hematopoietic speed of Lin Chou's powerful body. Otherwise, it would have been okay to release a jar of blood last time, but this time he would have become dizzy after such a short time.
"It's almost done..."
There were still ten buns left, and Lin Chou felt like he was about to collapse.
The cold air around Leng Han made Kong Yi shiver from the cold, and he calmly stepped aside.
(What the hell is this kid doing? Is he going to chop off chicken heads and burn yellow paper to offer sacrifices to heaven?)
Suddenly, dark red mist suddenly surged on Lin Chou's pale skin, and it became thicker and thicker, and the smell of blood was pungent.
The blood mist rose and swirled around Lin Chou like a blazing flame, emitting a miserable scream like an evil ghost just crawling out of the dark wind of hell, making everyone around him stunned.
This familiar operation...this familiar picture...
Mmp, isn’t this a curse? A cook who can curse?!
Even the warlock didn't care about feeling sorry for Sanhuang and just stared at this scene blankly.
Lin Chou pointed his finger and let out an unconscious laugh.
"Come on, let's fight for the blood bar and fight for the character!"
"call..."
The blood mist leaves the body and a hurricane passes through.
When this red fishy wind blew through the neon dragon's body, it suddenly turned into a incomplete blade pointing obliquely toward the sky.
"Zheng~"
There was a soft sound and the tip of the knife shattered.
"Zheng~"
Then a second identical blade appeared behind the neon dragon and disappeared.
"Zheng~"
Then the third one.
Gone.
The arrogant neon dragon stumbled and rolled to the ground, pushing out a huge mound and losing its breath.
Even though the other neon dragon is still rumbling towards the Mingguang City Wall, the current scene feels eerily quiet.
The potted plant swallowed a big mouthful of saliva,
"Gudong."
Kong Yi swallowed a big mouthful of saliva,
"Gudong."
Wei Tianxing swallowed a big mouthful of saliva,
"Gudong."
Huang Dashan didn't swallow a big mouthful of saliva, he howled,
"I said, well done!"
However, he was instantly drowned in the sound of a large group of evolvers swallowing saliva at the same time.
Lin Chou didn't have time to swallow his saliva, but he felt like drinking water.
"water..."
Lin Chou looked up to the sky and fell.
But he didn't fall down.
Well, it's soft, softer than the round deer velvet pillow on his bed.
Hiss, it's just a bit cold.
Subconsciously he rubbed his head back.
Then a waterfall of water mixed with ice as thick as his waist fell from the sky, driving all his thoughts back to his stomach.