MTL - My Big Brother is Seeking Death Again-Chapter 129 It looks very tasty

"Small... little teacher, what's wrong with it?" Jikong couldn't help but ask.

"Do you ask me?" When the mouth of the summer mouth was pumping, she knew that there was a ghost.

Wait, it won't be...

"What did my brother do to you?"

The praises on the ground stopped and stopped. It lifted the faucet and slammed it. His eyes slammed twice and screamed with a slightly flattering and doubtful voice. "Hey?" Then I continued to repeat the previous paragraph. Praise and apologize.

"When summer is electricity, when summer is light, summer is the only myth..."

Everyone: "..."

Got it! It seems that this dragonfly really does not have much intelligence. At present, it only lights up the attack intruder, plus... praise her skills.

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Suddenly a little happy, what is going on? Well, you can boast a little more.

"Lin Mo Zun, can you know one or two?" Jikong had to turn his head to look at the only person who knew the inside story.

It is a pity that the other party did not understand and shook his head. "At the beginning... Winter was earlier than I entered. When I arrived, the dragon was already trained by him. I didn't see the process."

"Forget it." When Xia did not care, he waved his hand. "It is afraid of us, it is better than attacking us."

Anyway, this kind of thing can be guessed. It is nothing more than what it said before, and then it was repaired by the old man. Anyway, the old brother is not the first time to bully the child who said she is bad, and they are used to it. ╮╯▽╰╭

Turned around and looked around, his eyes could not help but look at the lotus leaf opening not far away. "We still have to look around, maybe there is another Kuishian lotus!" The clues to go out are also uncertain.

"Hey! Imagined." The lotus-speaking language sneered with sarcasm. "Jingshilian is still the treasure of the Buddha, collecting the aura of heaven and earth, and it came into being, how could it still..."

"Oh..." She hadn’t finished talking yet, silently boasting that the dragon who dared not relax in the summer, suddenly screamed, followed by a thick and long dragon tail to the back of the water curtain, suddenly behind The water wall is like a bead curtain, and it opens to the sides to reveal another space behind it.

I saw that it was full of water, but it was covered with green ones, and the greenery was so beautiful that it was just a colorful flower that turned to Buddha.

Lotus ink: "..." Hey! It seems as if I heard the sound of the face.

There is no second flower in Jingshilian because there are third, fourth, fifth...Nth.

"Little Master, this...this..." Jikong couldn't help but blink his eyes, and he couldn't believe it. He didn't read it wrong!

"..." Say good Buddha to treasure? Is such a mass production really good?

"喵" The dragon rushed in the summer when it was very charming, and then screamed, then four legs, turned out the white belly, twisted on the ground... twisted. A pair of selling and praising for praise.

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Hey! What about the exercise? You are a dragon, not a cat!

Also, compared to selling Meng, you continue to boast! <

I was planning to throw it into my mouth without knowing it. Suddenly, my waist was suddenly swelled, and my feet were squatting. I slid into the pool.

Lying in the trough! This retribution is coming too fast!

"Little Master!" Jikong first rushed over and reached out and pulled her directly out of the water. "Are you okay? What happened?"

He gave her a dusty sputum and glanced at her with a puzzled look.

When the summer shook, "I didn't do anything!" Stealing this kind of thing, you can't admit it if you kill it.

"You..." He frowned, and suddenly he was shocked and pointed at her. "Little Master, you, you..."

She sank at the bottom of her heart. "I have said nothing!" You must believe me.

"No, little teacher, look at the storage bag on your right!"

What? She looked at it sideways, "How do you get so big?"

The bag that had just been flat and didn’t feel much suddenly rose into the size of the blue ball, and there was a longer and bigger drive. Is this water swelling?

No, this bag is not...

"Yan Feng!"

I finally remembered that this was a poetry bag with a small yellow chicken. I immediately took the bag and took the egg out. Sure enough, the egg has changed, the original white egg body, began to emit a faint fluorescence, a line of complex and simple gold pattern appeared on the eggshell.

This scene is a bit familiar...