Chapter 401： Injustice and debt (1/2)

Lin Chou sighed.

Brother Snake, you are embarrassing this handsome, a bit embarrassed to start.

This clever big long worm has a narrow mouth and long muscles, plus its neat and bright scales and a small and sharp tail, which is clearly a good look.

But the **** system insists on saying that it can't be eaten, at best it is a life of soaking wine.

Therefore, it is indeed embarrassing.

As for making wine, it's my problem?

Lin Chou still lacks interest in winemaking, because the expressions of Wen Zhongjiu Gao Xuan and others are still vivid.

Laozi's dishes are so spicy, and I haven't seen a few people praise it.

The system just makes a little broken wine, so it tastes so good?

Just a bunch of big wine tanks!

that...

How should this golden thread Jiao be adjusted?

Just keep it here?

Lin Chou was thinking about it, but the long-lost Master Billungun landed suddenly without making a sound, and it was light and fluttering like a big cloud of black and white flowers.

”hiss!”

The Golden Thread Jiao suddenly stood up, his thick and long body rumbling across the ground, completely dismissing the Black Mountain wild boars that Lin Chou had raised.

——Well, it's the price of cabbage anyway, Lin Chou comforted himself so much.

The golden thread Jiao coiled into the shape of that tuft, with his head raised and glaring.

It's just that half of the eyes are red and half of the eyes are blue and purple, his mouth is crooked and his eyes are slanted.

”Wow!”

Adult Gungun was soggy, he looked like he had just taken a bath, and a smell of sea smelt on his face.

”Huh? Aren't you most afraid of sea water!”

But Lin Chou remembered that the last time I went to the Black Sea with Master Gungun for sightseeing, this product did not behave like a dignified sixth-order monster. It was chased by a few Qiongqi swans to the sky and into the earth extremely embarrassed.

On the contrary, it was the mountain stream in the back mountain. During the hot days, it rolled and soaked in it, and it did not appear to be afraid of water at all.

Lin Chou concluded from this that the only thing that Mr. Billowing feared was salt water.

As for the reason, there is no way to know.

”Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

——The face is covered with cold sweat.

This, this handsome's ability to understand is really very limited.

You say that, unless your mother comes to translate, otherwise I really don't understand.

”Roar!”

Billowing at the golden thread Jiao roar, the sound wave in his mouth tore a large piece of land.

The Golden Thread Jiao didn't seem to be moved, but he tucked the exposed tail tip back under his belly, not easily noticeable.

Lin Chou, who has always had excellent eyesight, can clearly see that there are four neatly arranged scars on the tail of the Golden Thread Jiao, evenly spaced, as if they had been measured with a ruler before engraving them.

The broken scales around the scar were very hideous. Although the wound had healed, the bones were a bit misplaced.

”Ooooooooo!”

Lin Chou blinked,

”What... it, what is it??”

He nodded his head heavily, stretched out his palm and rubbed his head up and down. It was quite difficult for him with his short stature to make this movement.

After rubbing for a long time, Lin Chou could understand.

”You said it... greedy you... uh, no, it got you around?”

He nodded his head for a while, sat on the ground, and shook his head in all directions, throwing the soil out in all directions like a firework. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

”Stop it.”

It took Lin Chou for a long time before he shook the mud off his body.

”It haunts you, you guys... fell into the sea?”

Looking at Lin Sorrow pitifully,

”Oh, oh, oh, oh!”