The Warlock looked worriedly at a certain beer bottle, and then stopped—it took a lot of effort to get the shadow man Anzu, and even Liu Renjun ran away.

As for the main reason... Belch...

It can only be said that An Zu is really a rare excellent listener, and his ability to talk back and his subdued shouts have made Uncle Warlock have a long-lost sense of happiness, and it is obviously a waste of resources to hang up like this, but Uncle Warlock still likes him.

Of course, it was impossible for Leng Han to return the beer bottle containing Anzu to the warlock, and he couldn't be too far away, in case this seemingly unreliable beer bottle sealing technique suddenly failed, wouldn't he be caught blind on the spot?

On the way back, the furball was dragged behind by several boats, and it looked like a hot air balloon crashed into the sea when viewed from above.

Not far away, you can vaguely see a huge gap in the coastal defense line collapsing, and a turtle-like void beast with its belly turned into ethereal black smoke.

Mimi said,

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, the black army is quite pitiful, people don't say that there are flash effects when they overturn the big and small bosses, at least they have to give some high-level materials or something, right?"

"What about the Void Beast? Is the belly of a virtual beast so big filled with air? ”

"If you can't kill a living corpse, you can still pick out a few soft crystals..."

These words received unprecedented approval, and everyone nodded frequently, looking at the vanishing body of the void beast with a strange look.

Lin Chou was also deeply touched by this, last time he shot a certain unlucky void beast with an arrow, in addition to harvesting a strange energy that almost killed him, he had to get one!

Is it true that you don't leave anything for the enemy except to hurt?

You see, this affects emotions a lot~

Leng Han was a little anxious,

"Warlock, can you pass on..."

"Can't!" The warlock interrupted, "In order to create a chance for Liu Renjun to escape, Classmate An has already signed the soul contract..."

cold culvert forehead,

"Okay, okay, knowing that he is your thing, Mingguang won't rob your thing!"

The warlock also lifted his forehead,

"I don't think you have figured out one thing, as long as it theoretically belongs to me and the warlock himself, the chance of losing it when carrying it on my body will increase exponentially!"

Everyone: "......"

Several times? Super doubled? King fried?

Leng Han was helpless, took out a beer bottle and put it on the deck, and the shadow Anzu looked very cute due to the excessive shrinkage of the volume and the serious incongruity of the proportions of his limbs.

As the bottle rolled around, Shadow Anzu was crumpled and crumpled inside the bottle.

No one had ever seen a spiritual entity or a soul body or a ghost other than a warlock, and everyone came over and stared at each other with wide eyes.

"Wow, when people die, they get so big?"

"Non-chieftains! This is the essence of non-chieftains, it's so dark, so black that you can't even see your eyes and teeth..."

"Little things look so chic."

Leng Han waved off a group of gossip contestants who had nothing to do,

"He's now... It doesn't seem like you can communicate with us properly? ”

The warlock thought for a moment,

"It's very fragile, it takes about a natural week for him to accumulate the soul energy that moves his fingers."

"However, you can charge him manually, so that it can speed up the process."

"Charging??"

The warlock nodded,

"DC-AC, 12V, 24V...... 220V universal, he does not pick. ”

Leng Han was speechless,

"Are you sure it's a charge and not something else?!"

You just say that "burning paper" is more reliable than "charging"!

The warlock snorted,

"Of course, the personal test works, five hours of charging, and two minutes of talking, but I can't guarantee that he will answer your questions 100% accurately, so I can only try to order him to be 'honest'."

"There are a lot of loopholes in any contract, and there is too much room for maneuver."

Leng Han was already very satisfied, "Then how long can he live?" ”

"Two months for natural attrition! It's not a big problem to recharge it for two years, but its memories can be messy at times, as its current state is basically made up of memory fragments and is draining every moment. ”

Leng Han nodded,

"Is there any other way..."

The warlock was amazed,

"Two years is not enough time for you to squander him dry??"

This question is a bit more delicate, what is in this bottle is an important member of the rebel party, and the longer you live after holding it firmly in your hand, the more valuable it is.

The warlock waved his hand lazily,

"It's a pity that the 'Soul Blasphemy Ritual' is not allowed on the main material plane, otherwise why bother with this effort."

"What do you mean?"

The warlock said,

"The soul blasphemy ritual is the ritual of directly reading the soul information, in some planes, it is as simple and fast as reading a memory card, plug and plug it out, even the USB interface is saved, and it is different when it comes to the main material plane, it's good to say when you're alive, if you're dead, don't even think about it."

Listening to the warlock say so casually, everyone only felt a cool air freeze from the soles of their feet all the way to the back of their heads.

Can't you escape that place even if you're dead... It's a snap... Earth Zhennais...

"Alas, don't look at me like that, I just look at it from afar, this warlock is a native of Wow, and he can't really go to other planes at will, and he doesn't have the opportunity to actually operate."

"If anything, well, I'm actually more interested in living corpses like high-level masters..."

The corners of Lin Chou and the others' mouths began to twitch - is this the generation gap?

It was still a few hours away to return to Mingguang, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Chou, who was seriously injured for the first time, lazily moved a recliner and carried a fishing rod to blow the sea breeze.

There was no bait, so Lin Chou casually pulled some rags on the recliner and tied them to the hook, and chose a pendant that had to be more than a catty, and it was windy.

"Whoosh~"

Uncle Warlock is interested,

"Yo, fishing? What a waste of time fishing, or let my mount go into the sea..."

Lin Chou was lying there and was almost asleep, and he didn't speak, and glanced at the warlock lazily: You don't have the eyesight to see it all day!

Warlock: (o?? ▽??) o

Lin Chou suddenly remembered something,

"Hey, wait, what did you just say - 'As long as it theoretically belongs to you, the Warlock himself, the chance of losing it when you carry it on your body will increase exponentially, right?"

Warlock: emmmm

Lin Chou pointed, "Don't emmmm, go quickly, put the furball in your sleeve and help me bring it back to the mountain." ”

The Warlock complied.

(Did Lin Zi have some strange misunderstanding about me??) ）

In fact, after coming out of the underground space, Lin Chou resumed "communication" with the hairball, he could sense the state of the hairball, he was very healthy and energetic, but he fell asleep unguarded under the sudden stimulation of the spiritual means of betraying the party.

Anyway, it should be fine when it wakes up.

At this time, the fishing rod in Lin Chou's hand moved, and then fell downward.

“？？？”

What's going on.

Lin Chou looked suspicious of life, no, Ben Shuai didn't put the bait at all...

With a flick of the rod, a crab smashed on the deck.

The purple crab is a very recognizable species, its pincers are not only large and thick, but also show a different purple and blue color.

The crab was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately clicked towards the hook.

"Dang, dang!"

The big ao slammed into the strip of cloth tied to the top of the hook, which was pliers and twisted, and looked very fierce.

The warlock said excitedly,

"Is that okay? I have learned and learned, write it down in a small book, and I don't have to gnaw on the bark of grass roots in the future if there is an accident in the experiment, what is the name of this crab? Is it delicious? Is it delicious to eat raw? Its habits are very special! It's worthy of the forest, I know so much! After all, why can you catch crabs with strips of cloth? How does it work? Oh... Still smashing... It's like having a blood feud..."

Lin Chou looked at it for a while, blinked,

"Hmm, maybe it's because it doesn't like the color so much?"

"Oh, yes, color matters." The warlock repeated, taking notes attentively.

After half a minute, he looked up blankly,

“？？？”

With the first one, there will soon be a second one, and if Qin Wuyong is present, he will definitely cry out.

Lin Chou himself was also confused, what is the situation, this is just one or two, this is a bunch of fish!

emmmmm, could it be that this is the correct way to open the purple crab...

Fishing with a hook tied to a strip of cloth on a boat that travels at a constant speed of tens of knots per hour?

Pull it on!

Leng Han, the Mi sisters and others ran over to see the excitement, giggling and dodging the crabs running around the deck.

Leng Han said,

"It must be their migration season, when they return to the sea from their habitat at about this time, and the purple crab will be particularly irritable at this time."

"Hey, you know?"

"This time last year, I happened to be on a mission in the Black Sea."

Lin Chou nodded, picked up one and looked at it,

"Huang is full of ointment and fat, and it's very good to use it for steaming."

However, the iron-blooded women don't appreciate it - how many of them can still like to eat seafood in the end.

The Second Brigade of Bandits is a team composed of powerful evolutionaries, with a high average level, in other words, no matter how much supplies they bring, it is not enough for them to eat, and it is not necessary to rely on the sea to eat the sea.

"Zi said: White meat is not meat, red meat is meat!"

"What's so good about crabs..."

"Yo! Boss, you're too perfunctory, it's hard to come to the boat once, don't you leave some good memories for the sisters before leaving~"

Lin Chou: "??? ”

So what should I leave behind... It's beautiful...

Lin Haicao simply let Lai pretend to be dead, and Leng Han said lightly,

"Isn't it a few hours before you go ashore, and you won't starve to death if you eat back to Mingguang."

Someone whispered,

"But... can go crazy..."

Quan Mingguang people know that the proprietress cooks deliciously and has a strong medicinal effect, captain, if you don't say that you get the moon first near the water, you actually explicitly forbid the people of the second brigade to go to Yanhui Mountain!

I'm afraid of the sisters' white female ticket... Belch... Cross out and start over...

Are you afraid that the sisters will eat the overlord meal or what?

Unreasonable! 10,000-year-old iceberg!

They also muttered in their hearts, looking at the expressionless face of their big boss, if they continued to beep, they were afraid that they would be beaten and slip away...

Lin Chou has also been on a sea hunting ship more than once, and he has a little understanding of the market on board.

"Can't you just think of a way?"

Leng Han rubbed his eyebrows,

"It's not like you don't know what kind of appetite evolutionaries have, do you want a ship to go on a mission, and a dozen supply ships to follow?"

Lin Chou muttered,

"It's really touching to think about that scene..."

Leng Hanqiao's face was cold, staring, bolingboling.

Lin Chou hurriedly coughed twice,

"Ouch, my bones hurt... Oops, my leg hurts... Oops, my duodenum hurts..."

A group of people: "......"

Hehe, zero points for acting and negative points for emotional intelligence.

A gag, Mingguang is already in sight.

Leng Han drove non-stop to the committee with beer bottles and the warlock uncle, and sent someone to escort the wounded Lin Chou to Yanhui Mountain, but at Lin Chou's request for a crack in the wall, Mimi Mimi put him at home in Pythagorean Alley.

Lin Chou kicked open the small black door and got out of the kitchen of Yan Huishan at the other end.

He didn't want to move, the sheep's contribution had lasted long enough,

"Yes? Accommodating?! Heat up the remaining pig blood soup in the incubator for me, and put more spicy out of the pot! Who's going to do that... The remaining half of the jellyfish soup is also served! Kamihiro rice! ”

Seeing Lin Chou's tattered clothes, the big-breasted sister and Su Yourong who came in a hurry were startled.

"Wet Tiger, are you swollen?"

Lin Chou nodded,

"Well, I'm swollen."

As he spoke, he pulled the gray cloak tied around his waist to avoid leakage.

The big-breasted sister suddenly said a little unbelievably loudly,

"Boss? You're hurt? There's a misaligned segment of your bones! Do you want me to pick it up for you? Who can hurt you?? ”

Looking at her expression, it was obvious that there were more "surprises" that were about to overflow than other kinds of emotions.

Lin Chou: "......"

What should I do if I suddenly want to deduct my salary, ah, but I can't deduct my salary!

"Click! Kaba! ”

The big-breasted sister's bone grafting skills are quite good, and Lin Chou has already finished picking it up when she was still uncomfortable.

“？？？”

"Why am I hearing two sounds in a row, please be sure to tell me it's a hallucination."

Su Yourong's little head nodded up and down, but he was diligent,

"Uh-huh, there's only one oh~"

Lin Chou was silent, "Yourong, you are stretching out two fingers." ”

Su Yourong stuck out his tongue: "......"

The big-breasted sister is very arrogant,

"Of course it's two, if the bones are crooked, you have to break and reconnect them, this is common sense!"

Then he tilted his face to the side, squirming his lips and muttering silently,

"Hey, the newly grown bone is crunchy, it feels really good."

Lin Chou rubbed his eyebrows wildly - why don't you give her some salary in the future?

Su Yourong held a huge bowl of pig blood soup that had been heated on the table, and pinched his earlobes with his little hands and jumped on the spot.

"Hey, it's hot, it's hot..."

Lin Chou breathed a sigh of relief, the savior was finally out of the pot, it was so fragrant!

"Snoring..."

"Huh?"

"Poof! ~！ ”

Lin Moumou's pupils instantly dilated, the sweat droplets on his forehead crackled and fell, and his lips were bright red as if they were dripping blood.

"Water... Ahem, ahem... Water... Allowing you... How many chili peppers are put in..."

The spiciness of the fresh devil pepper is as sharp as the tip of a needle, poking Lin Moumou into a thousand holes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Yourong timidly stretched out a finger.

Lin Chou roared,

"A spoonful? When pigs fly! ”

Su Yourong stretched out his second finger even more timidly,

"Two, two bowls, Wet Tiger."

Lin Chou took a spoon and stirred it in the bowl, good guy, the shadowy red under the emotional bowl is not pig blood at all, it's all fucking chili flakes??

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