Chapter 63: There must be a pot first

"You're a troublemaker!"

Angrily grabbing a stone on the ground, the real little one threw it the crocodile's head!

Ping!

Caught off guard, the crocodile demon was smashed!

No way! How did eye contact fail?

It was too late to even get angry, the crocodile demon was stunned, and then changed his goal and looked at Xiao Congee viciously!

Since Lao Tzu was born, he has never failed! You little mother has a problem, then Lao Tzu will eat a male first!

Xiao Congee's eyes were not happy, and the crocodile demon not only failed to successfully cast a soul dementor on him, but after a breath, he had the illusion of being petrified by the other party's sluggish breath.

"One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three......"

Depend on! The number after three, I can't count it!

The crocodile demon's mouth flattened, and he almost cried......

What kind of perversion are these two human races, Nima?

"I'm hungry."

The nerd finally stopped counting, rubbed his belly, and pleaded aggrievedly to Zhenxiao.

It's really tiring to confront the crocodile demon across the array, and it's really small to turn her attention to the present.

Before, I was bent on leaving, and I didn't bother to think about anything, but now that the situation has changed, I can't get out of the mountain, so I have to think about all kinds of survival problems.

"Don't say you're hungry, you swallowed a pill yesterday and drank a mouthful of porridge, but you can't still roast a wild boar. But what should I do? I can't eat what I made, and now my throat is so dry that I can't even find a cauldron of boiling water! ”

Not to mention the reward of tying for the first place in the trial, it is the basic survival object in this forest, and Huang Yao Lao has not prepared one!

Thinking of this, I was so resentful.

Compared with Tang Qi, who writes the word "bad" on his face all the time, the insidious and vicious of Huang Da Nose is even more disgusting!

"I'll drop a pot to feed ......"

Just when Zhen Xiaoxiao missed his big iron pot that had beaten a bully and cooked soup, but was broken at the feet of the crocodile demon, there was a sudden familiar and unsettling sound in the layers of fallen leaves under his feet.

"Another snake is coming!"

Skillfully jumped into the arms of the nerd.

"Little porridge, beat it!"

In the shouting of the really little confidence, the nerd punched down.

The fist wind suddenly stirred up layers of earth waves, and mud wrapped in rotten leaves splashed in all directions, neither poisonous snakes nor beetles could withstand such a strong crush.

But this time, there was no insect snake that was smashed flat in the ground, and the small porridge porridge pulled up a brilliant green leaf tripod from the mud.

"Wow, pot."

has always cherished words like gold, and Xiao Congee calmly stuffed Qingding into Zhenxiao's hand, as if giving her a gift.

"I'll go, what will be a tripod? And this look...... Where do you think you've seen it? ”

Her tiny mouth was wide enough to fit two eggs, but she quickly threw all the shock behind her.

"Whatever! As long as it can hold water, boiling medicine and cooking meat are the same! ”

After all, he is also a person who has seen the world, after experiencing the insect soup and the large-mouthed crocodile demon incident, it is not strange to grow a big tripod in the ground, what do you have to do to study its origin? In this kind of poor and white situation, it is a fool to have a pot and not use it!

The mentality is different from that of ordinary people, and he jumped out of the arms of the small porridge porridge neatly, and casually stuffed the fire-breathing wild boar that had been plucked by the small porridge into the tripod chamber.

Smelling blood suddenly, Qiye Ding shook violently, as if he wanted to spew out the pig that desecrated its noble status from Ding's mouth, but this shameful act of wasting food immediately ushered in a fist of small porridge.

Cracking sound...... Bangbang ...... Rumble!

After the loud noise, the entire Qiye Ding seemed to be flattened by two inches, and fell to the ground obediently at the mercy of Zhenxiao.