Chapter 641： Normal routine (1/2)
In the five-thousand-year heritage of the ancient Chinese nation, it seems that there is always awe of the ”elders”.
Of course, the awe here is overwhelming, refining alchemy and seeking immortals and longing to become immortals and immortality seems to be able to publish a book alone with just a list of names. A few million words are afraid that it will be unstoppable.
Besides, it’s just a foolish idea. He can’t compare a person whose brain has been spinning for hundreds of years and his brain for decades. It’s just that the speed of people who are older is slower, and they can’t hold people who hang up for dozens of hundreds of years than you. what.
While speaking, the topic turned to Lin Chou - and some of Lin Chou's followers.
”Eh, I said Mr. Lin, guess what, how old is Mr. Gungun? Hundreds of years ago, is it possible for Mr. Gungun to be a national treasure in a zoo that sells cuteness as a job?”
Lin Chou scratched his head,
”Don't guess this, Kugun is about the same size as me. It has not been many years since I was born, and it is not a giant panda. Its body...should be a brown bear?”
Shan Ye snorted aloud.
”Co-author, you mean that a brown bear has been alienated into a national treasure, how fresh, is this evolution or degradation?”
Lin Chou gave him a sideways look.
”I suggest you review the chaotic language logic after referring to the billowing combat power.”
”...”
Fighting power? What fighting power?
Lin Chou said that the billowing combat power is not at all comparable to this group of people. There is a slap on the left and right. It doesn't seem to matter whether your combat power is three or five.
Sikong said,
”Isn't this sir? If you are here, Lord Bao Zhunshan will be the first to go up to serve tea, water, sugar, and meat, hey.”
Shan Ye snorted,
”I think Kugun is much more reliable than some guys who walk on two legs, and it has saved our lives-and the golden thread worm, I look so frustrated, this is a dead star. , Do you really plan to keep it?”
Sikong said cheerfully, ”Master Gungun is also walking on two legs!”
”...”
Lin Chou was speechless, Jin Xian Jiao, you want to be a handsome man, you have long been bound to Gun Gun by the system, and it's too late to say anything.
Think about the giant floodgate that was about to eat a truckload of angry frogs every seven days, Lin Chou's heart was kicked over like a ball.
Moreover, no matter how old the bill is, Lin Chou insisted that this snake must have lived, let alone a few hundred years old. It still retains the living habits that came from before the cataclysm and geological changes-this is a snake from the north. .
Lin Chou discovered it during the New Year's Eve. Several times Xiaoqing swallowed a large amount of food and piled it into a **** shape in that motionless daze. She always wondered what it meant to sleep with her eyes closed, but she never did. Successfully fell asleep.
The more you can’t sleep, the more you want to sleep. The more you can’t sleep, the more irritable you are. The appetite grows with geometric figures. Every time you go out hunting, you will eat like a piece of candied haws with roots strung together. A bit of it.
At first Lin Chou didn't react, but when Xiaoqing started to tear down the mountain to dig a hole, Lin Chou suddenly became clear. Isn't this the rhythm of hoarding fat crazily and then digging a hole to hibernate.
After tossing like this for a while, Xiao Qing became a little more honest, but still saw Tian'er roll to Zushan toss and vent his excess energy.
These messy and more and more possible various weird creatures on the mountain really don’t make Lin worry—it’s still the hairballs, except for occasionally drinking blood and going to the back of the mountain to make an indiscriminate explosion. In addition to nutrition, being obedient is like a small bag.
Thinking of this, Lin Chou lovingly lifted the fur ball out of his pocket, and shoved his head and covered his face in the light of the round ball.
The fur ball made a very pleasant cry,
”Keep chuckle~”