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date="2021-10-13"

title="Chapter 134"

weight="140016"

series = ["Xian Xian"]

mode = "manual"

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That night, Bao Daochang, who had made a 100,000-dollar bill, saw that the full moon in the sky had been obscured by dark clouds, but he had no more thoughts to continue playing.

Although it feels very good to have sex with the anchors, the appearance of dark clouds means that the time for him to transform into a human form will shrink a lot tomorrow!

When got up early in the morning, the bald ar had already started chatting enthusiastically in the group chat.

Lin Chengcheng glanced at the more than four thousand bald army groups and the three hundred astringent beer groups, and there was a sharp contrast in an instant.

Think about it, the work and rest of the two groups are different, it is quite normal to have such a contrast.

When he climbed downstairs, Lin Chengcheng confirmed the summary of four thousand group chats. It was nothing more than Little Wula, who had been single for a long time, that made the demons of the same generation a little worried.

Normally, how could any tribe think that the pit of women's clothing looks very beautiful? !

While a group of people were chatting, after Brother Wang, Huang Nian was dragged into the group by a group of monsters.

It seems that it is also an old familiar relationship. Although Grandma Meng's Soup has been separated for more than 20 years, it still can't stop them from getting acquainted quickly.

But to get acquainted with each other, there is nothing more than to directly consider issuing a contract.

The mouth of the Huang Nian here is the mouth of the mouth, but the people also quickly ended the process of joining the group under the sinicization of the bald army demon tribe.

There are fifty red envelopes per capita, although there are only twenty, but the atmosphere of the group has once again reached the goal.

After the process was over, the famine year directly showed his balance. For the time being, regardless of the short message of the successful withdrawal to the bank on top of the balance, he saw his grievances screaming.

"Are there any dear brothers? Consider asking me for breakfast. I don't need much, just enough to be full!"

One thousand ocean red envelopes were sent out, and it was considered generous.

Mo Yi Xiaokeng, the eldest brother in the bald army, originally wanted to add a friend in the famine year, and he came to a private bag as a reward.

However, he just started to click on the transaction payment, but he didn't want to find a new problem.

It seems that there is a problem with the account of the famine year. Before a red envelope was sent, it received a phone inquiry from WeChat.

Looking at the reminder words, it is not difficult for Mo Yixiaokeng to guess the fact that the account of the famine year is obviously poisonous, and it was detected as a dangerous scammer by the WeChat system.

Mo Yi Xiaokeng casually took a screenshot, indicating that he had already tried red envelopes and transfers, and it was also a frustration for a while.

The red envelopes are clearly within reach, but they are restricted to death.

After two grievances in the famine year, people agreed with Mo Yixiaokeng that they must meet one another in the next day, and the banquet must not be less.

After the welcoming ceremony was over, the bald army demon tribesmen were immediately made to continue with some of the things they had done when they were cubs.

Mo Yixiaokeng: "From the beginning, don't think I was the best behaved in the group, but my brother and my mental power were also the strongest one at that time. For example, when I was a child, I ordered other people's houses. You guys Those who have the impression should remember the big fire in the old house of Uncle Vulture, right?"

Ye Shimao learned: "I'm going? The fire in Uncle Vulture's nest? Big brother didn't take you like this. At the beginning, my old man thought it was me who ordered it, but my ass was almost smeared!"

When Ye Shimao learned of this, he was naturally aggrieved. At the beginning, it was also owing to his cleverness. He saw a pile of thorns at the door of his house and went to move rescue soldiers.

But even so, he still couldn't get out of bed for half a month.

Knowing that Ye Shimao still has learned this kind of flying pot for himself, Trade Xiaokeng just smirked and shouted a good brother.

Think about it, too, when Uncle Vulture’s nest was burned, no one had ever counted on him, feeling that there was already a relationship with the hapless child Ye Shimao learning to do it!

Seeing Mo Yi Xiaokeng's record, the flying little Ula immediately made a smirk.

"What's this? When I was a child, I gave pesticides to others, and then I was sent to the doctor for rescue. I remember that they are one by one, and they look delicious."

However, Little Wula was very careful at the beginning, so she didn't dare to force others to try first.

It's also thanks to the physique of their monsters being stronger than mortals, otherwise the guy who was deceived and coerced into drinking the pesticide would definitely be out of help.

Seeing that these two guys are so good, Lin Chengcheng coughed for a long time to relieve the shock.

Emotionally, the Yaozu people are really lucky enough to grow up.

Famine years: "What bad thoughts can children have."

Huang Nian had a completely different understanding of this.

After all, they are monsters, their thinking is different from that of ordinary people, but it is easy to understand.

Lin Chengcheng: "Don't listen to Huangnian's comments, your approach is really outrageous."

Although they are all the real childhood experiences of a group of Yaozu people, Lin Chengcheng still feels too much

Compared to Xiao Ula's practice, he was arranged to be in mixed doubles after being hung up on a lock demon rope.

Excitement is absolutely certain.

The childhood experiences of Mo Yi Xiaokeng and Xiao Wula also make Lonely Can Xiaonian recall too many tragic experiences.

Compared to their unreliable performance, Lonely Can Xiaonian said that he was a little better at playing.

Lonely Can Xiaonian: "I also lit the house when I was a kid, and some of you should have some impression on the fire dam in time."

When it comes to this, Can Xiaonian feels quite proud.

"I'm the best at burning fire! I didn't have so many sacrifice rooms at the Huo Dam, but no one knew that I did it!"

The sacrifice rooms of the demon tribe are dedicated to the private ancestors of various tribes. This kind of thing that Can Xiaonian did was so bad that no one had noticed it at the beginning. .

Now, Can Xiaonian dared to expose what he had done at the beginning, that is also emboldened. After all, he has become the patriarch of their Iron Bull tribe and has the strongest right to speak.

It is simply impossible for the people of the tribe to hold themselves accountable for the things that happened at the Huo Dam!

Seeing Can Xiaonian dared to say such things, Ye Shimao naturally never lags behind in learning.

"What are you guys, you all know why the cabbage in our Demon Realm still needs to be transported from the mortal world? That's what I did, buddy!"

Seeing that Ye Shimao said so, the people in the group were completely puzzled.

The Monster Race domain is special, too many mortal objects can't survive, and their Monster Race has also spent a lot of effort to improve.

Mo Yixiaokeng was most impressed by the failure of this Chinese cabbage.

Just because there was no good cabbage overnight, it was impossible to find out what was caused by the explosion.

In the end, it was determined by the monsters who arranged to grow cabbage that their environment was not suitable for the growth of intact cabbage.

Mo Yixiaokeng: "You did this? How did you do it?"

That's a big project, and it can be done quietly?

Ye Shimao learned: "It's okay, my pocket money that year was used to buy firecrackers, and I blew it all night. (Hey smirk expression)"

Ye Shimao learned from this to come up with a big event, which means that their demon world can still reconsider the promotion of cabbage planting in the future.

Mo Yixiaokeng took a deep breath and took a screenshot of the chat. When he was going to send it to the ancestors as evidence at a later time, people saw Wudingzhu sent a picture of a dog's head swinging a sword.

"It's just fried cabbage, but it's not as strong as me! Back then, as far as I could see, there was no rape flower that had a head!"

"I used the bamboo sword that Taoist Master Bao gave me. Not to mention, the effect is not so good!"

Bao Daochang is a few years older than him, and he has got some strange stuff on weekdays, so he must be divided into the younger brother who called his brother Bao every day.

Bao Daochang never expected that the village would stay awake all night, lest the calamity would come to the head is the bamboo sword in Wudingzhu's hand.

Originally thought it was a punishment from the heavens, and they were not allowed to show flowers that could squeeze oil in their Demon Realm. What would happen to them, this was just an itchy work by Wudingzhu.

As these guys all told the secrets of their own collectors, more embarrassing secrets were announced to the public.

Pavilion Master Huaxuan: "Cough, cough, cough, understand. Back then, I didn’t know that the grapes were picked in batches, so I directly mobilized a group of children to eat all the grapes in the orchard. In those few days, it was a cool one, and I almost lifted my pants. Can't get up..."

A Le: "It's okay, I played with the wire gunpowder gun, and almost made a little partner blind. Well, I also pierced the darts, which pierced my cousin's head."

This group of Yanzu: "I’m okay. When I was a child, I let a child crash and die suddenly, which scared his grandfather half to death. At that time, we saw his grandpa holding a stick on the way back, and then we ran and said that his grandson was fainted. The one who ran was called a Quickly, I sent it directly to the doctor. As a result, a fart was not stretched, and it was exposed."

Back then, the brain circuits at that time were completely different.

The children of the Yao people do not need to learn, and more time is spent on absorbing the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon.

The Yaozu people talked happily, and Lin Chengcheng could be regarded as a rarity.

When I saw that the group was online, I and Mo Yi Xiaokeng hadn't talked about embarrassment. After they coughed, they explained.

Lin Chengcheng: "I, you know, most of the memories are gone, and there is only the memory of class at school. But when I was in high school, I almost got the head teacher slapped on the face. The reason is that he I thought I had slipped badly in the exam. As soon as I checked it, I didn't write the test paper. It was because a hapless student wrote his student ID wrong."

In the eyes of the teacher, Lin Chengcheng has always been a good boy, and suddenly he failed the exam. Naturally, he has to be questioned whether he is useful.

Compared to other people who have parents to take care of and instruct them, it seems that the only teacher Lin Chengcheng can rely on is the Qi teacher.

Thinking of this, Lin Chengcheng also made a decision, choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun. Today, he went back to his alma mater to visit Teacher Qi.

After all, this can be regarded as a piece of my own mind.

After Lin Chengcheng mentioned that he was almost beaten, it was his turn to Mo Yi Xiaokeng, who had not been dragged into the water.

Mo Yi Xiaokeng was a little embarrassed, but he was planning to do a big deal to sell this group of good brothers. But at this moment, it depends on Lin Chengcheng's face that those old secrets are sealed up again.

"Unlike you, I was taught as a patriarch. No matter where I go on weekdays, even if I sleep, there is a group of soldiers watching over. It is basically impossible to do bad things."

"Although I haven't done any earth-shattering things, but I have suffered a lot of fancy beatings."

"Kneeling on coal slag, kneeling wine bottle slag, kneeling over tiles, and being beaten all over by the steel ruler soaked by the lock demon water."

Seeing Mo Yi Xiaokeng and speaking of this, the flying little Wula found his family in an instant.

With tears in his eyes, he almost threw himself into Mo Yi Xiaokeng's arms to complain.

He is a bird human race. After being beaten by that steel ruler, he didn't dare to use his wings to go to the sky for half a month!

"We call that golden ruler. As long as you hit ten hits, you basically didn't fly for half a month, and your whole body is itchy!"

After the temporary exchange meeting ended, Mo Yixiaokeng deleted a bunch of screenshots.

The ancestors still let them continue to be quiet. If these things are passed back, it will be a bit difficult for him to be the leader of the bald army!

If this group of good brothers who lived and died were abandoned for the sake of everyone in the Monster Race, Mo Yi Xiaokeng felt that some of the gains outweighed the gains.

Outside the room, Shentian said after the meal was ready, Lin Chengcheng greeted the bald soldier and started to do daily tasks today.

The uncle smoker in the central hospital wants to continue to do things, and the high school teacher Qi, the teacher in charge of the high school, is also indispensable to visit.

In the face of the weather, Lin Chengcheng didn't have any complaints.

It seems that I know that I have a high relationship with the pursuit of taste, and this time I consciously took some ingredients directly into small dishes.

Lin Chengcheng picked a few, and mixed the noodles. When they were eating, people saw Mo Yi Xiaokeng suddenly sitting at the table, and directly brought the bowl of noodles that was about to send chopsticks in front of the weather. .

"A coincidence is worse than a coincidence, this side is mine."

Shentian didn't know Mo Yi Xiaokeng, and a third person appeared in this room, but he was very frightened.

Almost choked by his own saliva, the weather quickly stabilized.

Here, don't look at the shiny shiny head without a single hair, but he doesn't look like an Oriental in his clothes.

"This is Mo Yi Xiaokeng, the leader of the Yao Race Bald Army."

"This is God's weather, don't look at him now as a male, but he was Feng Po in his previous life."

Lin Chengcheng helped the two of them to introduce them, but they also pushed a few ingredients in front of him to Xiaokeng.

The monsters are indeed free, but they don't need to observe too many systems like the heavenly people.

The weatherman was still anxious to go to work. After greeted Mo Yi Xiaokeng with a Mediterranean hairstyle and confirmed that he was completely harmless, he was relieved that he was alone with Lin Chengcheng.

The kitchen was properly cleaned up. As soon as Shentian went to work, Mo Yixiaokeng made sure that there was no third person, so he spoke to Lin Chengcheng.

"Sister Orange, I heard from Huang Nian, you have a way to go to the prehistoric times in the future, can you bring me a drop of water shell liquid back then?"