Undead Farm

The fluttering magic mouse tore off the smaller half of the arm of the night, which makes him feel a little painful, but because of the over-the-top Chiang Kai-shek, he just used his 1 point soul to heal himself.

This is the first time in the night of the third time to cure his own wounds with dead light, only to see a touch of green light directly into the wound, and then a little bit of green mans are constantly enriched in the wound, as if it is full of electricity Fireflies in general.

But the feeling of coldness is not, and the taste of itching is ten percent.

This makes the night three feel that his arm is like a tooth torn off a piece of meat, then sprinkle a little pepper and then pour a live ant-like refreshing.

From the perspective of Weng Ling, he is more like a second-rate boy with a chest and a head twisted his shoulders.

"A ugly walking posture, is this a deep footwork?"

Weng Ling remembered the magical footwork of the five hundred brothers of Brin soldiers who had been alone in the night before, and could not help but try to imitate it, but he could not do it.

But soon the two men turned to the burning house in a strange pace, and stopped the torture of the body.

"This should be the workshop of Lao Jiang smoked bacon."

Weng Ling smoked her nose, and the meat in the air was very familiar to her. When the flame splashed, I could still see the rows of bacon from the window gap constantly slamming the oil, then slamming it. Burned into a fireball.

At night, he glanced at the fire more painfully and turned directly to the front of another house.

This stone house was built very short, but it was very spacious. On the night of the night, Weng Ling made several lights of the glory inside, and then he carefully entered it.

The floor inside the house was dug into four rectangular pits five meters deep. The bottom and the edge of the pit were covered with thick and smooth slabs. Look at the finely divided chaff left behind by the bottom of the pit and a pile of small black strips. It is the place where Lao Jiang used to breed the mouse.

At the edge of the pit are four corpses that have been bitten and shattered. Even the entire part of the slap is not left. From the perspective of broken cloth, it should be a woman and three men.

"Look here!"

Weng Ling first checked it carefully, and then he greeted the night to see her discovery.

I saw a long wooden spoon on the edge of the pit, and it was placed diagonally across the bottom of the pit.

"Well, it is estimated that when they were feeding the magic mouse, they didn't know why they suddenly fell off the wooden spoon, and the magic mouse climbed up the bridge along the wooden spoon and quickly killed them."

At night, I glanced at the cracked grain barrel next to the body.

"And, these mice seem to be very smart, and they will save the accomplices."

At night, I pointed to several other pools. There were also several wooden spoons that were carried over. Looking at the twisted look, it should be the magic mouse.

This is a bit horrible, a group of people do not know the geometry, but also know that the use of tools to escape the escape of the magic mouse actually escaped from here, do not want to be sure to cause a big storm.

"Would you like to go back and tell Tianshi collar?" Weng Ling frowned.

It is now in the harvest season, and the damage caused by so many magic rats is definitely great.

At night, she gave her a more white look: "I am going to go, anyway, I will not go."

"You!" Weng Ling just wanted to be angry, but suddenly remembered the words just after the night.

"You are worried that we will be framed by them?"

Hey!

On the night of the night, he made a louder voice and nodded gratifiedly to Weng Ling: "You have finally opened up for four reasons:"

"First, why do we appear here to explain?

Second, how does Chiang Kai-shek’s sword injury explain?

Third, the abnormality of Chiang Kai-shek during the day and the rumors that I am his relative have already caused a lot of suspicion. If you go to this time, are you sure you are not self-investing?

Fourth, it is basically impossible for these magic rats to spread to us anyway, and Baiyan Village is now the territory of Tianshiling. Do you remember that Tianshiling is our enemy?

Even if it is found that this is just a misunderstanding, but you can guarantee that Tianshi will not take the opportunity to suppress us? ”

"This..." Weng Ling's face was white, "But..."

"Do not worry, if the Tianshi collar does not want to finish the egg, it will naturally handle this matter. Maybe tomorrow, the annihilation mission will be released. Recently, there are soldiers in the Baiyan Village. The timid mouse will not attack the flagrantly. of."

At night, it was a great deal to dispel Weng Ling’s concerns, but fortunately, Weng Ling finally listened to it and no longer insisted on returning to the letter.

"Then we are..."

Hey!

On the night of the night, the ears suddenly moved, and they quickly walked to a pit, looking down at the face.

"Hey! I still have a small nest and I haven't run away!"

When I turned around and ran to the cart outside the door, I didn’t know what to turn over.

Weng Ling strangely put it in front of the pit and saw that there were four little black mice with slaps at the bottom of the pit. Even the hair did not grow out, and the eyes of the pink and pink mice did not open.

"Come on, take the handle."

On the night of the night, Weng Ling extended his hand and his hand was a rope.

"What are you doing?"

Ong Ling saw that there were two small iron cages on the back of the night, which seemed to be the ones that they had to buy from Xiaoquer before leaving Baiyan Village~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Of course it was a mousetrap. ”

I put the rope into the hands of Weng Ling, and when I turned over, I fell to the bottom of the pit. I saw him picking up the back of the devil's cub, and then glanced at the belly of the devil.

"Two males and two mothers, great!"

Quickly put the devil's cub in a cage, and then pull the rope at night.

"Hey, pull me."

"Ah?" Weng Ling returned to God. "Wait, tell me what you are doing? Why do you want to catch these moths?"

"Of course, I will catch it back and raise it. I will pull it up quickly. The following is not a sputum or a urine. It is stinky!" The third night was more careful to avoid the mine, a black line.

"Raising? No, aren't we coming to the dens breeding dens? You tell me now you have to build one? And are you in Lorraine?"

Weng Ling felt that her brain was not enough, but she still brought up the night three. After all, the five-meter-deep pit jumped on his own and it was difficult for some strong people.

If I accidentally fell back, that place...

Cough!

After the night three came up, I checked the four drakes in the cage. I saw them just a few times and they were quietly quiet. Then I looked back at Weng Ling.

"I just figured it out. In fact, the business of Chiang Kai-shek is very conscience. He is wrong. He didn't tell the customer the truth. I think that there is no harm in eating the meat of the mouse. The taste is not bad. ?"

Seeing Weng Ling seems to want to oppose it, and the night continues: "Moreover, there are more than one hundred Goblin and a cat waiting to be fed at home. It’s not good. I can’t feed the mouse with the mouse. The cat eats the mouse. It’s time to be righteous?”

Weng Ling: ...