Chapter 73: Milk fountain

"Do you raise a cat?"
Ok, things are all said that it’s not good to say anything about Weng Ling.
And the group of Goblin in the night of the night should also feed something, or drink the strange green water every day and don't know how long it will last.
"That... you pay attention to the measure of size, don't have an accident like this."
"Reassured, I don't have this person, and there is no shortage of points!"
Waving his hand and tying the cage to the stroller at night.
"Then we should hurry now?" Weng Ling looked at the fire of the house, and some worried.
At night, she gave her a more white look: "I am impatient, I have to touch a body."
The so-called touch of the body is of course not to touch the pile of minced meat that has been smashed by the magic mouse. The goal of the night is the last house, where Chiang Kai-shek sleeps.
Sure enough, after a while in the room, he really found a solid wooden box and opened it. The silver coin smashed him.
It seems that the business of Lao Jiang is still quite profitable, but it is not too much. The total is probably more than fifty gold coins.
Of course, this is for the night three. For the civilians, this 50 gold is enough for him to live a very good life.
"You... isn't that good?" Weng Ling didn't mean to say the words of the robber.
On the night of the night, he put the money box on the cart and shrugged his shoulders: "It is useless to kill these things. It is better to be cheaper than the cheaper ones, right?"
Weng Ling thought for a long time with his eyes open, it seems to be a bit reasonable.
"But now I really have to run quickly, come and come, you stroll my cover."
On the night of the night, I pointed to the direction of Baiyan Village in the distance. I saw a thin fire dragon moving towards this side. It should be that the people there found the fire here and came to fight the fire.
"Ah! Ok, okay."
Weng Ling quickly responded, if this is caught by the current situation, she estimates that there will be a heart that wants to die.
However, when passing through the body of Chiang Kai-shek, I stopped at night and found that there was only a pile of blood left in the place, which just saved him from eliminating the evidence.
In this way, the two people are like elopemental little couples, pushing a seriously overloaded stroller to squat on the dark mud path, and at night, they have to go back and lick to get rid of it because of bumps. What's the little thing under the pots and pans...
Finally, finally let them rush back to the farm in the middle of the night in the middle of the night.
"What have you been doing with both of you? How can you breathe so much?"
Bede looked suspiciously at the night and asked Weng Ling to look at the right and asked strangely.
"Hurry to unload the car, then go to sleep!" The night three looked at the sky, some eager.
In Lao Jiang's bacon workshop, they didn't spend much time, but they waited until late at night to act. In the end, if they didn't run all the way, they really couldn't get back before dawn.
Just came back at first glance and saw that this guy, Bade, actually took the old drums in front of the black cow and went to the drums. He suddenly didn’t fight for a fight.
When is his ten-point soul not money? The old succubus!
"What a fierce, know!"
Bede whispered, and the quilt was robbed from the night and the quilt was about to leave, but the night three stunned and pointed at the cow tremble and asked:
"Wait, this, what is this?!"
I saw the black cow like a balloon, and looked at the sky with a bulging eye, and on its belly, four faucets, like a blast, slammed the milk into the sky. It looks like a fountain...
"Milk fountain!" Bede said that he should say the four words.
"Cow ... spray ... spring?" Night three more eyebrows shaking, suddenly remembered something like a hurry and turned to look at the cat cage.
Fortunately, the white cat still stayed there and stared at the green light, and there was no other cat milk fountain.
"You stop it first, and explain it to me during the day." He stroked his forehead, and the night was more melancholic.
"Oh."
Bedd licked his mouth, took off his gloves and stroked the white palms on the nose of the cow. He saw a white light smoke drifting into the nose of the cow, and then the four fountains slowly stopped.
"Hey! Druid Master of the Animal Department!"
Weng Ling saw his mouth and looked at Bede in surprise.
This ability to control the body of the animal There are only two professional meetings on the sacred stone continent, one is the orc shaman, the other is the druid!
I didn't expect Lao Gu to pass on his own skills to his granddaughter, but it seemed like a specialized plant and a specialized animal.
Sure enough, it is the most balanced druid!
At night, he even licked his forehead and quickly urged Bede: "Why are you still doing it, and bring your grandfather back to lie down and come out in two hours!"
After that, he also climbed into the morgue hut with his quilt, and Weng Ling stayed in the ground and scratched his head, then went in with a heel.
"Hey!"
"I know it's cold. If it's okay, then I have trouble helping to close the door."
At night, the cotton quilt was laid out, and I thought about it and simply wrapped it up and wrapped it directly on my body.
The short, narrow wooden bed was not comfortable at all, and it was not worthy of his tall and straight body, and it would take effect if he stayed in the house anyway~EbookFREE.me~ So he planned to sit for two hours.
Weng Ling hugged his arms and teeth and looked at Bede. He also wrapped up the quilt, and then sat on the opposite side of the night and turned his eyes, while Lao Gu and Dong Dian Xi Lao’s two young men were dry. Squeezed in the corner of the house.
"He, they, the cotton quilt was forgotten?"
"I didn't forget, they don't need cold." The night shrugged.
"Then you, what are you doing?" Weng Ling asked strangely.
It is not surprising that the house will be so cold. After all, the old man’s ability is simply untouchable, and maybe the same principle as the wooden house that has been solidified.
But what about the good living people who don’t go to sleep, the more they want to be in this igloo? New popular games?
"Cultivate!" The night three more condensed a brow and a serious.
"We are cultivating our own will and body. When even this cold can endure, what is the difficulty in this world is that we can't cross it?"
"Oh... I don't understand, but it seems a bit reasonable." Weng Ling giggled and his eyes groaned.
"Hey, why don't you go back to sleep?" At night, it was discovered that Weng Ling did not leave.
"I, I also want to practice. But I just started, can you first drop Bead's quilt?" Weng Ling bite his teeth.
It can be seen from the things tonight that even if her fighting power is strong, it will be useless. If the will is not firm at the crucial moment, it will be even worse than the night!
Now I saw the cultivation method of the night three. At that moment, where can she still go back to sleep? !
"Uh……"
At night, I opened my mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.
Weng Ling, who is a wonderful brain, is really stumping him...