It’s Too Hard To Die

In fact, to be honest, Xiao Bai's cooking skills are still good.

　　 Although it is not as powerful as Ling Xinyun and Liu Shi, it is still very good.

　　 Of course, this is on the premise of not researching new dishes.

　　 If Xiao Bai studies new dishes, his cooking will be close to death, and even Ergou can't stand it.

　　 Therefore, the little monk is still very resistant to Xiao Bai's fried meatballs.

　　 What a pity, if resistance is useful, why do you have to order?

　　 "Dogdan, you will be the first one to taste the **** after the **** are fried later." Xiao Bai smiled with his backhand on his hips and his big white teeth.

"what?!"

　　 The little monk was crying and his face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, as if he was about to reach the end of his life later.

　　 And Ergou, after hearing the news, they directly brought in a good piece of wood, and Si Feihan personally wrote a few sketches.

　　 "Dogdan, come on, what kind of coffin do you want?

　　 Don’t be shy, just mention, we will do our best to satisfy you. "The second dog patted his chest with his paw and said.

　　Little monk: I’m ashamed of a hammer, who would be shy when I was about to die?

　　 And like this, shouldn’t you comfort me first?

　　 And Si Feihan also turned the paintbrush in his hand and smiled lightly, "Dogdan, what style of coffin do you want? Do you want a slide or flip? Or a convertible one?

　　 Don't mention it casually, I will draw you a few sketches first, and you will pick it slowly. "

　　 Little monk: Are coffins so fashionable now?

　　 Then the little monk shook his head fiercely, his focus was wrong!

　　 What he needs in this situation is comfort, not a coffin.

　　 "Crack! Click!"

　　 A weird voice came from behind the young monk, and the young monk turned and looked at him curiously, and his sight was suddenly covered with black lines.

　　Because behind him, several of his senior brothers have already begun to choose tools such as saws and hammers to build the coffin, and they seem to be looking at which tool is more handy.

　　 "Where did you get such a complete set of tools?!" The little monk roared in his heart.

　　 Is it okay to carry tools for making coffins with you?

　　 At this time, the three brothers of Nangong Yunmo also noticed the eyes cast by the little monk.

　　 Nangong Yunmo gave the little monk a thumbs up, and said calmly, "Little brother, don't worry, if the three of us take the shots, we will definitely be able to cut the most suitable and comfortable coffin for you."

　　 "You comfort me!" The little monk roared, "Also, I'm not dead yet!"

　　 "It's okay, it's almost anyway." Zhang Shige waved his hand and smiled.

　　 "God is so fast!" The corner of the little monk's mouth twitched frantically.

At this moment, a pair of warm hands patted the shoulders of the little monk, and then a gentle voice came, "Don’t panic, you are a disciple of the master, the master will definitely not harm you, at most I'm just kidding you."

　　 There is no need to look up, the little monk also knows who the owner of this voice is.

　　 must be the gentleman in the team, the real gentleman, the only normal person in the team-Liu Shi.

　　 "Uncle Liu, you are indeed the most reliable at the critical moment!" The little monk wiped a handful of non-existent tears and said with a sob.

　　 Liu Shi didn't say much, and continued to gently pat the little monk's seemingly fragile shoulder.

　　 "Uncle Liu, would you like to taste the meatballs that Master will fried later for me?"

　　 The conversation turned, the little monk asked suddenly.

　　 Hearing this, Liu Shi patted the palm of the little monk's shoulder and suddenly it became stiff, as if it had been frozen in the sky.

　　 At this moment, he regretted comforting the little monk.

　　 Before Liu Shi could answer, Xiao Bai's voice came again.

　　 "Okay, it's fried, dog eggs, let's have a taste.

　　 This is fried specifically for you, don’t share it with others. "

　　 Xiao Bai picked up the fried meatballs from the oil pan, put them on a blue and white porcelain plate, and then pushed them to the little monk with spiritual power, his eyes full of kindness.

　　 The little monk trembled when he saw Xiao Bai smiling.

　　 "It's over, my life is over."

　　 There is no way to pull others into the water this time.

　　 Looking at a colorful ball lying flat on the plate in front of him, the little monk couldn't help swallowing, his throat trembling.

　　 If there are several **** of different colors, the little monk can still find comfort in his heart, after all, it looks good.

　　 But there is only one on the plate now, and just this one ball can contain almost all colors.

　　 "How do you think it looks like a poisonous mushroom..." the little monk muttered absentmindedly in his heart.

　　 It is said that those poisonous mushrooms are colorful.

　　 "What's wrong? Why don't you eat it?" Xiao Bai asked suspiciously.

　　 From the beginning to the present, Xiao Bai has not felt anything strange about his fried meatballs.

　　 really responded to the saying, ‘people who cook bad food will never realize how bad food they cook is’.

　　 "Master, are you sure you are okay after eating this stuff?" The little monk asked again, pointing to the floating plate in front of him.

　　 If something happens, he has to swallow dozens of antidote elixirs in advance to prepare for the poison.

　　 And I have to eat it in front of Xiao Bai.

　　 This way is stable.

　　 As the saying goes, small lives matter, everything else is a cloud.

　　 "Of course, I use my conscience as a guarantee." Xiao Bai promised sternly.

　　 "Huh!" The little monk took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, "All right."

　　 The little monk quickly took out the antidote and life-saving elixirs that Xiao Bai had previously given from his space ring.

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　　 And it's the kind that instantly restores its peak state.

　　 And the little monk has several space rings in his hands.

　　 I don’t want so much to show off, it’s just to add a sense of security to myself.

　　Although it is safest to stay with my master, there may be an emergency that will happen one day and he needs to go out to do the task alone.

　　 If someone is chased by someone at that time, just taking drugs will be able to support the master and the others to come to support.

　　 Therefore, these senses of security are necessary.

　　 And the situation before him is almost a sudden situation, so it proves that the pills he saved are still useful.

　　 "啵!"

　　 The little monk unplugged dozens of bottles of immortality in succession, and then directly raised the medicine bottle and poured it into his mouth. Piles of the medicine fell into the little monk’s mouth like a meteorite cluster.

　　 When everyone saw this scene, they couldn’t help being full of black lines: Is this particularly stable or afraid of death?

　　 After pouring hundreds of bottles of pill, the little monk finally felt a little calmer.

　　 "Master, can I eat by your side?" The little monk asked hopefully, holding the blue and white porcelain plate in both hands.

　　 If you take it next to your master, his safety index will rise sharply.

　　 "Yes, come on."