The speaker has no intention of listening, not to mention that this eavesdropping guy is really not very skilled, and his ears are about to stand up.

A group of evolutionaries glared at the wandering demon, a guy with many mouths and tongues, hating iron and steel, good guy Boss Lin finally stopped for a few days, and Ning wanted to do things again?

The wandering demon raised his eyebrows, his fists clenched and clattered, and his face was full of provocation and eagerness,

"What are you looking at?"

I...

We...

Don't look at what...

So a group of evolutionaries glared at Lin Chou, trying to make this thing repent of his mistakes and change his life again with angry eyes.

"Huh?" Lin Chou's eyes floated over.

cowardly, cowardly, crisply and clearly.

The MMP in the hearts of a group of people, this world is full of power and oppression of the weak, huh.

What can I do, I can't beat it, I can't run away, I can only watch Boss Lin jump back and forth between closing the store and running away and the completely unreliable ideological consciousness that the customer is God.

- His character has never been reliable!

Nighttime.

Various source crystal lighting fixtures, fires, and headlights create several spectacular winding bands of light beneath the Loop corridor.

Lin Chou and the wandering demon dog cowered around a fire, roasting pigeons.

And then next to the boiling ?? In the spring, warm hot beef butter tea.

"Speaking of that yellow sand worm..."

"Uh-huh," the wandering demon roasted pigeons are not very good, and he can't always find the right temperature, and the pigeon in his hand looks raw on the other side, "That thing is not easy to deal with, it is huge, it can burrow into the ground, it is poisonous, and it lives in groups." ”

Lin Chou nodded with satisfaction,

"Is it delicious?"

This time it was the turn of the wandering demon to scratch his head, he touched a bottle of Binzhen beer, his thumb and index finger twisted, the bottle cap flew, and a bottle of wine instantly fell into his stomach,

"The venom glands and skin of the yellow sand worm are the best materials, and the value is very high, as for whether it tastes good or not... Belch... That thing has an empty stomach, it's full of poisonous sand, and there's no meat! ”

Lin Chou gestured in the shape of a tube,

"Understand, empty bore, how thick is the skin?"

"A few dozen centimeters."

The wanderer threw the half-cooked pigeon into his mouth and chewed half of it.

His eyes were deep.

Unexpectedly, I am always traveling, and I also have a day to elope with someone?

Male?

What's wrong with the man?

Isn't a man better than a dog?

Lin Chou squinted at the wandering demon,

"I always feel like you're having some very rude thoughts."

The wandering demon panicked,

"Oh no, I mean it's kind of boring to always play with dogs."

Lin Chou: "??? ”

The wandering demon longed for a knife to overturn his own Heavenly Spirit Gai'er—

Your mother sells batches, what's wrong with Lao Tzu today, why do you have to explain what you think in your head to others?

Could it really be like what those evolutionaries said, Lin Chou can really infect his "straightforward" attribute to the people around him, and when he thinks about something, he can't help but miss it?

It seems that only the aura of the Warlock Master has this effect in my memory...

Then the wandering demon wandered again, remembering the horror of all the evolutionaries being dominated by that purple, unrepellent aura of bad luck.

Yes, that's right, even the dignified Dog King Wanderer is not exempt from this thing.

The corners of the wandering demon's mouth twitched,

"Cattle, bug, how can anyone use the attribute of bad luck into a halo, why did he give it such a lofty name, what is it called?"

"Wait, why did I say it again??"

"Poison!"

Lin Chou also began to twitch the corners of his mouth - it's not what this person is talking about, one will be east and one will be west, and the preface doesn't match the afterword.

Freedom or death!

Lin Chou's expression was mixed with firmness and sneakiness, which was very contradictory.

"So, when to slip away, I mean, when to find the Yellow Sand Worm?"

"Earn the poll tax first," the wandering demon looked at him, "and you're slipping again?" What should I do with the store, you run away with me, the next time I come back, it is estimated that there will be a large group of fifth- and sixth-order bigwigs kicking around me, when I am really stupid? ”

Although you grabbed my stomach, you still can't get Lao Tzu's heart, and I want me to take the blame for you, impossible!

Lin Chou blinked his eyes and opened his mouth,

"What's that, there are also Sister Dayue Hun and her apprentice, my apprentice is very good, I have to pass it on, although there is still a gap, but it can barely be opened."

"Who are you bluffing," the wandering demon scoffed, "your apprentice is notoriously incomprehensible to even shredded potatoes, and you can only sell salt-baked chickens when you walk through the restaurant, and you don't even get pig blood soup!" ”

Lin Chou: "..."

Gan!

There's room for me!

The expression is called a gnashing of teeth.

Xin Dao Su allows you to wait for Dad, how famous is this good guy, even the wandering demon who comes back in a few months and is stocked in the wilderness all year round knows your glorious deeds - order another fifty tons of potatoes!

Back in the mountains, in the distance, Su Yourong, who was riding on the rolling neck, shivered.

Sister Dayue Hun who was knitting a sweater on the side looked up,

"What's wrong?"

"Ahh I always feel like someone is saying bad things about me behind my back. ”

Rolling and whining.

Su Yourong grabbed two handfuls of hard corn candy from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth, coaxing,

"Okay, okay, it's going to be fine right away, Wet Tiger said, your hair loss is too serious, if you don't tidy up properly, I'm going to throw you into the sea tomorrow and take a hard bath."

Rolling and chewing sugar, he whimpered aggrievedly twice, and stopped moving.

Su Yourong and Sister Da Yue looked at each other, revealing a sneaky smile that had succeeded in her treacherous plan.

Afraid of the boiling water, it's so easy to bully.

Su Yourong complained,

"I haven't seen that dog for a few days, hum, that wandering demon is so annoying, he brought back a large group of dogs, and the four dogs were so fascinated by that group of beautiful little that they couldn't open their eyes."

Sister Dayue Hun took a handful of shiny soft hair from Su Yourong's hand,

"Thankfully, there's still rolling."

Sister Otsuki put the sweater that had been knitted more than half aside, and put a simple loom about the size of a main chassis on her lap to operate.

"The rolling hair is much better than that of the four dogs, and when mixed into a sweater, it will definitely make the quality go to the next level."

Isn't that nonsense?

Fourth, what level of dog, what level of rolling, what level.

Mingguang is so spicy, who has seen such a loser wearing a fur knitted sweater with a sixth-order top giant beast?

Although no one dared to grab the things woven by Sister Dayue Hun , the people who secretly peeked at the drooling people were really grabbing a lot of things, and the evolutionaries who wanted this thing to be able to row from Yanhui Mountain to Mingguang Base City.

Masks, scarves, gloves and current sweaters, Sister Otsuki's dream is to make up six god costumes.

There is light in the eyes of the red man,

"When the time comes, let's see if that little slut dies!!"

Su Yourong pursed his lips, and his scalp was a little numb,

"Sister Chiqi, if you don't forget it, we'll be killed..."

"Hmph," Chi Qi's fighting spirit boiled, "nonsense, if it weren't for the fact that the loser girl had a weapon in her hand, what would she compare to me, a third-class cripple with two dates embedded in the pan, really think that the old lady is a vegetarian?" ”

Su Yourong glanced at the big-breasted sister who was under pressure every day, and she lowered her head with low self-esteem.

Okay, okay, Ning, this capital can indeed say that anyone is a pan with dates.

However, Su Yourong was very bad at adjusting his mentality, and silently whispered to mend the knife,

"It's not about her, it's a wet tiger."

"Hmph," Akatsumi muttered quietly, "it's a big deal to brush his dishes for the rest of his life." ”

"What?"

"Nothing..."