Traveling Through the Stars

The orange spoon is good at throwing. Pei Jing’s baby beast was thrown to Roger.

Luo Bi looked over, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.

Isn’t it that simple? !

"It doesn't want it anymore?!" It was too cold today. Luo Bi stamped her feet and looked at Roger and Wei Yu in surprise.

It would be better if Orange Spoon stopped making trouble and went home to warm up, she was freezing to death.

It was nothing wrong with her in the first place, so she continued to suffer from the cold.

Wei Yu was also puzzled: "Are you so good?"

Roger held the baby beast in his arms and wondered. He laughed a little and said nothing.

If you think about it too much, you’ll get the orange spoon. It’s never been the one to suffer losses. It’s been able to count since it opened up its spiritual intelligence, and it’s obsessed with money. How can it do anything without such a big baby beast? !

Besides, Orange Spoon is used to taking advantage, so he should die if he suffers such a big loss.

Orange Spoon was so aggrieved that he gave the baby beast to Roger. Seeing Pei Jing walking over to take the baby beast away, Orange Spoon was so angry that he flew a few steps this way. But when he couldn't, he turned the spoon and flew a few steps towards the rocks. .

Wei Yu raised his eyebrows: "Orange Spoon, what are you doing? You're leaving."

"Huh?" Luo Bi smiled, wondering what was this?

Archon Pei Jing squinted his eyes and glanced over. He was not used to this bear spoon, a good hand in making monsters.

Of all the spoons put together, none of them were as noisy as this one. Pei Jing knew a thing or two about Lin Yanchong, a very stable person, but why were his orange spoons so fussy.

Orange Spoon is not only smart, but it won't leave even when Wei Yu calls it. Here is a stall, and there are rocks. Looking around, Luo Bi, Wei Yu, and Luo Jie all find something is wrong.

Orange Spoon couldn't find a tree, so he could only pick one from a cluster of bamboo trees near the rocks and flowing water, and threw the spoon at it. Luo Bi tilted her head and looked at Wei Bing next to her.

"What's this for?" Luo Bi asked.

Wei Yu didn't know, but he soon found out.

Roger held the baby beast and took a few steps towards the bamboo tree, intending to watch the fun.

The children of several aristocratic families around them looked uninteresting and were about to leave. He Yun hugged He Shaoshao and looked over with squinted eyes. Orange Shaopo got a small handkerchief from nowhere.

With a flick of the handkerchief, Orange Spoon lay down on the tree and cried, Spoon was dead.

Everyone had thunderous expressions on their faces, uh, this, this...

"My mother!" Wei Yu laughed, which little sister did he learn this from?

Roger stumbled and almost dropped the baby beast on the ground. Pei Jing was stunned for a moment, and then his face, which had always been expressionless, suddenly became bright and colorful.

Luo Bi laughed so hard that she couldn't stand, and Wu Cheng's face turned green. Damn it, he learned a new trick again. If he didn't learn the white lotus flower, if he did this again, whose spoon was it? Can’t have it anymore.

The children of each family who were about to leave blinked and blinked again, somewhat suspecting that the spoon had become a spirit.

The girls were confused and dumbfounded.

Orange Spoon learned it very well, and his posture was very good. He flicked the handkerchief and patted the tree with his little hands. The spoon was dead, looking aggrieved.

Pei Jing's head was pounding, and he really wanted to hit the bear with a spoon.

Can this trick be used here?

Wei Yu couldn't stop laughing and sat aside.

The children of various aristocratic families wiped their faces, feeling that the snow was falling too hard and the white snow was so bright that they were blinding. They took a spoon and a small handkerchief in front of their eyes and cried to wipe their tears.

He flicked his handkerchief and patted the tree.

No more, I feel a little dizzy.

The Thunder Flame warrior also wanted to find a tree to support him, otherwise the world would be spinning.