Doomsday Strikes Back

The Holy Book of Yejiwantong was moved by these pious tears. It emitted a faint yellow light and automatically turned the pages. It opened to Chapter 1110 of the Akahts and Totems, Volume 7 of the Eighth Sect.

Six items, with the font clearly written on them, "Between Akaht people and totem animals, life and death depend on each other. But when the animals are hurt, they can save the spiritual totem with their own blood."

Suddenly, Bart suddenly realized. He closed the Yechiwanton Sacred Scripture, and gathered the five fingers of his right hand on the book. The Yechiwanton Sacred Scripture seemed to have received a summons. It flew into Bart's pocket, the yellow light disappeared, and Bart patted his pocket.

Then he cut his teeth and smiled, bit his finger with his mouth, and dripped it into Bart's mouth. Dong Bella still didn't wake up.

Bart was surprised and said, "How could this be? Is it because there is not enough blood..."

The white mouse was placed on the hat by Bart. The white mouse was still curled up. Bart took out a sharp knife and pricked his finger hard, and blood came out.

Bart put his hand on the mouth of the white mouse, and the white mouse Mr. Dombela turned over. Bart gritted his teeth and shouted affectionately, "Brother, buddy! Brother, brother! Wake up, wake up..."

Bart miraculously woke up, and the little white mouse sucked Bart's blood like a swaddled baby drinking milk. Bart endured the pain of being sucked, with happiness painted all over his face.

The white mouse Dongbei stretched, chirped, rubbed his eyes, and said to Bart, "It tastes great, but it has a fishy smell. Bart, what did you give me to drink? Why do I feel my stomach is rumbling?"

I’m going to have diarrhea.”

Bart cut his two rows of front teeth and said with a smile, "My little Mr. Bella is fine. I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat just now. What I gave you to drink was my blood. You drank it very much and you were still slurping."

, like an unweaned child.”

The little white mouse pretended to faint and said, "Blood? Blood... What I have always been most afraid of is blood."

The little mouse standing on the hat, holding its little hands around the brim, wagging its scarred tail, walked back and forth. After walking twice, it bent forward, covered its neck with both hands, and sat vomiting.

He looked like that, and then he threw his legs up in the air and stared at his calves and said, "Disgusting, disgusting!"

Bart pursed his lips and said, "Okay, Mr. Bart, stop making trouble, do you believe it? Believe it or not, I beat you to pieces, but I saved you with my blood."

The little white mouse did a backflip very quickly and almost fell off the hat. He tried his best to stabilize his body and did a golden rooster. He put his left hand in front of his eyes and stretched his right hand towards Bart, saying "You dare!..."

Bart imitated the movements of the little white mouse and said, "Ah oh... oh... hey hey hey! ... crackle... vomit..."

The little white mouse made snake fists, rat fists, and Dapeng spread its wings and said, "Oh...oh...wow...wow! Wow! Wow!" The little white mouse didn't finish speaking, and couldn't stand firmly on the hat, and was about to fall off.

Going down, Bart grabbed the little guy and put it on his hat.

Bart moved his body with his fingers, and the mouse staggered into the hat a few times. Bart said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong!" Bart sat with a weird expression, and then imitated the Japanese and stood at attention and said, "Hey!

You, Lord Mouse, have a lot, I lost, please don’t be angry, Mr. Dongbella!"

The little white mouse put his hands in front of his chest and turned his head and said, "Hey, sweep away the death belt! I am not a mouse, I am a white mouse! Baga teeth show!" The little white mouse shook its tail and suddenly felt that something was missing from its tail.

Hearing the "Ah!..." sounds of the little white mouse, he quickly ran to Bart's shoulder, picked up the broken tail with his little hands and said, "Bart, Bart, I don't have the face to see anyone anymore, my

My tail, my beautiful tail, the tail that I can draw and write with, the tail that I can... I can pick grapes, the tail that I can steal oil to eat! The tail that I can swing on the tree..."

Bart covered his mouth and snickered, "The function of your tail is really powerful. It turns out that you stole the oil from the kitchen of your neighbor, Mrs. Garni."

The little white mouse argued, "Don't wish for a good person. I'm a well-known good person."

Bart rolled his eyes and said, "Oh! So that's it... I won't call you the white mouse Dongbella from now on. How about the South American guinea pig? It's fat, has beautiful lines, and has no tail. It's very cute."

The white mouse stood on Bart's shoulder, walking left and right, like a guardian of Buckingham Palace in England, and said, "If Nancy sees me without my tail, will she still love me?"