The Defeated Dragon

"Oh wow!"

"Oh wow!"

As the patrol territory returned, Liszt saw that Jura was teasing and screaming. This lively and active elf likes to fly in and out of the castle. His temper is very overbearing. Whoever dares to block it, he must use his fist to swear.

It also spreads the seeds.

This should be regarded as a kind of "wood" or "natural" magic, which can quickly germination of seeds and then entangle people. It seems that the thorns are fast-growing, and the huge wood thorns can kill people. Of course, it has not been tied, and Liszt forbids it to scatter seeds at will.

It seems that this kind of magic is terrible, but it can only deal with ordinary people.

A vindictive knight can easily run the vindictiveness and destroy the germination of seeds.

Therefore, the elf's combat power is generally weak, almost no--even if ordinary people, under the wrath, can also lick it and kill it.

It’s just that I don’t feel that I am weak. The tyrannical temper has never changed. Then, of course, I meet with another grumpy guy – Shakespeare.

Shooking at first sight of Jura, very curious, wants to stretch his tongue and lick a smooth and smooth pull.

I didn’t want to provoke a violent anger, but I waved the seeds and scared me. I don't know the magic of running the body. I can only watch the thorns bind myself and scream. But after all, it is a medium-sized Warcraft with thick skin and thick skin. After the pain, there is no injury left.

After picking up the thorns, chasing the squat and running around.

A little guy, a big guy, blame this, seeing is tearing, there is no possibility of peaceful coexistence. A few days later, Shakespeare first recognized that its magic hurts not to pull, but can not fly, can only be pulled by a kite - of course, it may be letting Lara, it knows that Laura and Liszt good relationship.

However, Gala does not let it go, there is always something to do, teasing and teasing it.

Sprinkle a seed, rush to sprout, and give a twist to the art.

When Liszt came back.

I was seeing that Sarah was once again teasing and screaming, and I was full of thorns, and the thorns swiftly sprouted around me, and soon the **** dog was dyed into a big green dog.

Huo Sen did not respond.

Just angry and unable to scream at Liszt: "Wang Wang."

"Pull, stop!" Liszt glanced at the thorny elf, and it was reluctant to stop urging the thorns and landed directly on Liszt's head.

I yawned and I was going to sleep.

Liszt was also polite, pulling the cockroaches directly and handing them to Thomas: "Put it in the jade box and send it to the worm house to sleep."

"Oh wow!"

"Oh wow!"

I don’t want to.

Liszt is again blinking, communicating with the heart, letting it understand, resisting beatings. This time, the thorns elf just lie in the jade box, ready to sleep - most of the time the elves spend their sleep, after all, their body is a cordyceps.

Pull off the thorns on your body.

Huo Sen was very wronged and kneeled on the ground, expressing his pity to Liszt.

"A mid-level Warcraft, even the elves can not beat, it is a waste!" Liszt sneaked a foot, "Go, go find your wife to complain ... first take you to the dog farm."

In the dog farm, Dagan is doing a quick job, and Shakesen succeeds in regaining his active temper.

But Liszt has some regrets.

The dog farm administrator, Old Defoe, shook his head and said: "The lord of the lord, Shakessen is afraid of being unable to make these female wolves pregnant. According to the normal mating situation, several female dogs are in estrus, and it is easy to be pregnant. Dog scorpion. But there is no movement at all."

"If you don't have it, raise them."

Ordinary low-level Warcraft, generally with the same kind of wild beasts, probably to the intermediate level of Warcraft, more pedigree variation, has produced reproductive isolation.

At least, there should be reproductive isolation between the wolf and the wolf dog.

"Fortunately, there is a native of the country." Seeing that the Sensing and the Shipo were intimate with each other, Liszt’s heart was regrettable and quickly turned into anticipation.

Looking forward to the future of the violent dog army: "I don't know, the descendants of Shakessen and Shipo are intermediate-level Warcraft, or low-level Warcraft."

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that he had come to the town of flowers.

The town has entered the breeding season - after the town's civilian life is stable, more and more people choose to make a villain; the wife is pregnant, the cow is pregnant, the dragon is pregnant, and the monkey is pregnant; Gore Thai lover Fleiya is getting bigger and bigger, I heard that Marcus is also busy with his wife.

It seems that only he is still alone.

Shake his head.

Liszt no longer thinks about it, continues to tame the native, and uses the meat to seduce the native to obey his instructions.

......

The study room has bright crystal lamps.

There are a few knight novels at the table, and Liszt is flipping through it, from time to time on a piece of thick paper, what is recorded.

knocking.

Carter walked in with a cup of milk tea: "Master, Mrs. Mawson brewed milk tea, I put you on the table."

Liszt did not look up and continued to write and paint: "Okay."

"Mr. Bunyer wants to report to you on the progress of the production of flower soap."

"Please come in."

A moment later, Bunnier was thrown into the study by Carter. He knew that Liszt didn't like nonsense, so after the ceremony, he said directly: "The Lord, I have already completed the transformation process of the flower soap, and I can put it into production in batches. At the speed of the current soap making workshop, the raw materials are sufficient, and 50 pieces of flower soap can be produced in one day."

"What are you waiting for, starting tomorrow, and producing it at once."

Sending away Buill, Liszt called the thorns caravan's Sherlock: "The soap soap of the soap making workshop, have you tried it?"

"Not yet, Lord Lord."

“The effect is very good, you can try it once, and then summarize the benefits. I will give you a batch of flower soap, and you will bring the flower soap to all the nobles in Beigucheng for free, so that they all know the benefits of the flower soap. Then, together with Abagon, you develop a sales plan for flower soap."

"Please take care of the Lord, and Sherlock knows what to do."

Liszt took a second cup of re- brewed milk tea: "I have high hopes for the flowers and soaps. I hope that you can get through the market as soon as possible and squeeze out the ordinary soaps until you monopolize the soap market in Coral Island."

Shylock hesitated and wanted to say something.

Liszt signaled him to just say.

"The Lord of the Lord, the soap business, has always been the main industry of the Baron Henderson of Snake City, selling flower soap, is bound to impact the Baron Henderson, do you need to say hello to him?"

If Liszt remembers correctly, Baron Henderson has been on the battlefield with the count.

However, even if the other party did not go to the battlefield, Liszt did not need to take care of the other party. He was the son of the Earl. By doing business with proper means, no one would dare to talk nonsense. If Baron Henderson went bankrupt, it was his ability to run the territory, and he could not blame Liszt.

It’s weird, Liszt is not afraid, he dares to come, Liszt dare to scatter.

of course.

It’s a bit too much to leave alive.

After all, for those who have made great contributions to the tulip family, Liszt feels that Henderson can be developed into a raw material supplier for the flower town: "Sherlock, coordinated with Abagon, after the flowers and soaps crushed Henderson’s business, When he has nowhere to go, tell him that he can provide soap powder for the flower town."