Cthulhu Gonfalon

The movement of Yan Xiong stood up very peacefully, and there is no difference between ordinary people and ordinary people.

But his action of "standing up" is very strange.

Because, the whole person not only "station" is higher, but his body shape is also undergoing dramatic changes. When he is completely standing, he has turned into a pig man who is taller than the ordinary house.

Unlike the pigs who are playing hard, the head of this pig head is really a pig's head, but the body is no different from ordinary people. It is a big fat man with a pig's head. It looks weird.

The pigs were all stunned and didn't fight, and they looked at him with a stunned look.

"I think about it, what weapon should I use?" Yan Xiong groaned, his brow picked, his feet squatted, the soil around him squirmed and rose, turning into a huge nail, and the nine teeth were cold and flashing. People are daunting.

He just carried the nails and swayed toward the pigs who were fighting. While walking, he said with a smile: "I see you playing so passionately, I am a little itchy, let me make some fun." kind?"

Looking at the cold cold on the huge nails, the leader of the black pig couldn't help but yell: "The weapon is a foul! We pigs never need a weapon!"

Yan Xiong looked down and looked at the nails, his mouth was fierce, and the whole head was twice as big. He even sent the sharp nine teeth into his mouth, and he screamed a toothy metal friction. Later, when I took it out of my mouth, it became a huge round head stick.

Looking at the wooden stick that was thicker than his fat waist, the white pig’s face was shivering and shivering. Xiaosheng said: “This is too embarrassing... we can’t beat people’s lives... ”

"It doesn't work either. You can't fight it!" Yan Xiong was angry and took a deep breath. The block was big again, and he picked up the wooden stick that grew bigger together. With a wave of hand, he smashed a big hole on the ground.

The pigs were even more panicked. The white pig village head and the black pig leader looked at each other for a moment. The intelligence increased by 200 percentage points in a flash. The master did not master the skills of eye contact and quickly reached a consensus.

"do not fight!"

"Yes! No fight! We are all peace-loving..."

Under their leadership, the two groups of people who had just played in the heat had directly thrown away all kinds of weapons in their hands, one by one, and the culprits of the nose and the swollen face, and they split their mouths. I laughed like a monkey who grabbed the camera from a tourist.

Yan Xiong laughed three times and threw it away. He threw the big stick on the side of the road and turned into a pile of mud. He stretched out and turned to walk toward the hotel.

Every step of the way, his figure was reduced by one point. When he came to the hotel door, he changed back to the fat uncle who seemed to be harmless to the people in the village.

"I went to sleep." He walked into the hotel, but did not rush back to the room. He stopped at the door and said, "In order to celebrate peace and harvest, you don't think you should have a party. Everybody sings and dances, eats and drinks. Have fun?"

So he really went to sleep, and the celebration party was held as scheduled.

When Kaohsiung was awakened by the noise, he looked out of the window and saw that the black pig and the white pig did not know why, and they made a mess. The banquet of the banquet is still burning, the barbecue on the shelf is already fast, and from time to time you can see the soup and the wine spilled in a mess.

"What is going on here?" He couldn't help but frown. "These guys are so courageous! Don't put my words in your eyes!"

He was about to go out and scream at the group of gits. After thinking about it, he didn't go out. He took a trick and grabbed a white pig who was overturned in the cellar and caught it in the room.

"It's not our fault!" The white pig man has been beaten into a "green pig", but his mouth is quite hard. He has always stressed that it is the fault of the black pig, and the villagers are just innocent victims.

According to him, the original black and white clan is a feud. Although this time, under the violent suppression of Yuxiong, there is no fight, but the grievances in the heart are accumulating more and more. At the banquet, a black pig is about to drink more. Just ridiculed the white pigs, although farming is a good hand, but the fight is a layman, so going down like a pig, fattening will be killed.

How can the white pigs swallow their voices and immediately retort that the black pigs have grown up, but they don’t know how to produce them. I don’t eat the root turf in the whole year, or go to the same family to fight the autumn wind. But they can say that they can play hard. In fact, they are half-hangers. Whenever the spring is over, they must be used as cannon fodder in the jihad army of the orcs. It is so bad that the listeners are sad and the tears are gone. Collecting a corpse - maybe it’s going to be cut by humans when pork is baked...

"Who is the trough! The mouth is poisonous!" Yan Xiong listened secretly and asked, "So I hit it?"

"Yeah, it’s playing." The White Pig said, "Those who don’t learn well are rude and ignorant. They only know how to fight all day. Nothing is going to find things, and you can find an opportunity. How can you not fight?"

Yan Xiong nodded and waved his hand, and the white pig suddenly fell asleep. Then he cast a black pig to the room and asked for it.

The black pigs’ arguments are quite different from those of the white pigs. He said that the black pigs had a tradition of fighting and fighting after eating. But this kind of fighting is nothing more than a pastime. It is not true. The despicable white pigs actually screamed at the time when everyone had enough to eat and drink. It was sinister and despicable to the extreme. It should not be a lifetime, and it can only deal with mud all day long!

Yuxiong waved another hand and fainted the guy.

He can see that the two pig people are not lying, but their thinking is completely different. The living habits of the two ethnic groups and the values ​​and moral values ​​are all huge differences. Even if they eat and drink, they cannot be alleviated. The contradiction between them.

"This is not good!" He couldn't help but sigh. "This is the same root, why is it too urgent! Everyone is a pig, why is it difficult for a wild boar to be a domestic pig?"

Looking at the chaotic scene of the messy punches and kicks in the square, he couldn't help but get upset.

What kind of method should I think of in order to make these guys honest, and then do not catch the opportunity to fight in the future?

Of course he can now shoot and force these guys to be honest. But he can't always live here, and he will leave sooner or later. After he left, did this group of guys have to fight again?

Sitting on the window sill, Yan Xiong fell into meditation.

In the square, the black and white pigs played more and more enthusiasm, while they were still screaming.

The white pigs have a higher level of culture, and they have more levels of swearing, such as "You are a dead pig that your aunt is not educated," and "You are so ugly, you can’t see the stupid oil." The fire is raging.

The education level of the black pig people is very low. When you are swearing, you can turn over and over again, such as "dry you" and "do your whole family". It is also very simple and simple, and there is a big epee without a big sense of failure.

Listening to their confrontation, Xiong Xiong suddenly had a bright future and had an idea.

With a wave of his hand, a complex magical array floated into the air, showing a summoning spell.

The light blue light illuminates, and in a flash, the figure of Stil's appears from the virtual to the real, appearing in the magic array.

Her face was flushed, and she didn't even have a piece of cloth on her body, but she had some suspicious white turbidity, which gave off a very bad smell.

"Your Majesty, how do you summon me at this time?" She said with some dissatisfaction, "Ten minutes later... No, even five minutes!"

Yan Xiong asked her what she was doing, and she was too lazy to think deeply about the deep meaning of "ten minutes" and "five minutes". She pointed to the messy scene below and said: "I remember that you have a trick to 'big estrus' right? ?"

"Hey?! You are really..." Stilton’s eyes lit up and patted his wings and flew out the window, but then he looked sighing and sighed. "It turned out to be a pig, boring! Although these guys are large in size, endurance is very problematic. One by one, I don’t know all rounds again, enough for me to be refreshed..."

Yan Xiong took a deep breath and pressed the heart of the impulse that he didn't know whether it was the roar or the spit. He said, "I am not letting you do them! I am letting you cast spells and let them do each other!"

Stil's eyes lit up as if he had opened the door to the new world, and it suddenly glowed with brilliance.

"This idea is good! I never thought about it before!"

As she said, she flew to the position above the center of the village, raised her left hand high, and painted a wonderful rune while singing a strange song.

Her songs are soft and charming, like a pair of invisible hands, stretching from the inside of the ear to the heart, firmly holding the hearts of the audience. Accompanied by the song, it is the pink fragrance that spreads from the rapidly forming magical array.

The pigs have been charmed by her singing, and they are caught in an inexplicable excitement. At this moment, they smell the scent with a strong aphrodisiac effect.

For a time, they also refused to take a deeper look at whether the people around them were white or black. As long as they were a male and a female, they quickly got together and began to work hard to reproduce.

"How long can this spell last?" Waiting for the battle in the square to be replaced by another form, Yuxiong nodded with satisfaction and flew to the side of Stil, and asked.

Stil Tier estimated it and said, "About two or three days."

"Two or three days?! For too long, it will kill people!"

"Then I shortened some... or like this, I turned the power of the magic array a little bit, and then accelerated its loss. So they can recover about half of the waking tomorrow morning. But they will still be in estrus, until the day after tomorrow is complete. Recovery.” Stilt asked, “How is this?”

"Okay, just do it!"

The night is getting deeper, the bonfire on the square is still burning, and the black and white pigs are "moving" happily.

Perhaps after this time, their relationship will really ease down...

"His Majesty."

"What's wrong? Anything you want to say? Would you like me to send you back now?"

"No hurry, that big bird is so strong, it doesn't matter to let him wait, anyway, there is time to do it slowly." Stil said with a smile. "I suddenly found out that you really have a lot of ideas..."