Chapter 761： Whats the use of this mace? (1/2)

If you don’t think about Master Warlock, Lin Chou would definitely be the first to jump up and hug the donkey. Hey, it’s so rare!

Tier 6, strange beast of Tier 6, or a donkey, dare you believe it? !

Lin Chou's small hall opened in the first half of the wilderness, hasn't it been possible that a Tier 6 saber-toothed bear has seen a Tier 6 winged tiger?

It's really not that Lin Chou wears tinted glasses to see anyone. Natural indicators such as tigers, leopards, bears, and wolves are extremely strong. Common breeds start with predators at the lowest point. There should be no special pressure to rise to a higher level.

But the donkey is different. The difficulty of this thing...emmm...In short, it should be a talented and unusual bones, coupled with all kinds of adventure cave grandpas and fierce operations, right?

It's not enough just to have the qualifications and temper. You have to have luck and struggle.

Lin Chou's eyes on rare ingredients are always so gentle. The gentleness makes Wei Tianxing and Kong Yi shocked and inexplicable, and the gentleness makes Leng Han frown slightly.

”Uh-huh, huh!”

Wei Tianxing coughed several times before pulling Lin Chou's attention back, Lin Chou took a deep breath.

”Leng Han, how can we eat it later?”

Leng Han was relieved at once, and a little bit of guilt and secret emotions arose.

”Um... can you make bacon...”

”Yes, it must be possible!”

Of course, Lin Chou can be a hundred. ”Ah, I hope the warlock can give us more scraps.”

A hundred thoughts in Lin Chou's heart turned upside down, from the burning of donkey meat all the way to the donkey sausage, thinking about it, secretly rejoicing that this dog's slumber system is fortunate to have been 100% focused on Yanhuishan. The defense is up, otherwise he will definitely overturn this time.

Fuck system will not consider any special circumstances where ingredients are rare and not rare. This Tier 6 giant donkey has really entered Lin Chou's pot and if he can't fry a special skill, Lin Chou will go straight to the system uncle's surname!

I don't know how much the warlock will have when it runs out. After all, it will be difficult for the main body of what mount to be left.

So even if the system is relaxed to the limit of supply once a month, where will Lin Chou turn into a sixth-order donkey, can't get the food, wait for death!

Cooking crit is necessary, and Lin Chou is also happy to watch it produce special effects, but the special code is still important, he doesn't want to die on a donkey.

Wei Tianxing rubbed his hands, feeling that the time has come.

”Watering the donkey, what do you think of being a watering donkey?”

Lin Chou coughed,

”Master Wei, you wake up first~ You also water the donkey. No matter how people say it, it is a real Tier 6 monster. Maybe it will be Tier 6 earlier than you. Water the donkey? What do you use for watering? Boiling water? Don't be kidding. .. The molten iron is almost the same.”

Wei Tianxing's face stagnated, I rely on, patronizing beautiful things and forgetting this, it was embarrassing.

The donkey made by Lao Xue is at most an ordinary donkey. You can borrow it for 80 courage. Lao Xue dare not come to pouring the one in front of him. Seeing that it doesn't have a voice, it can't fight Lao Xue's roar.

A group of people here are waiting to see the excitement, and the warlock and Tier 6 giant donkey over there have been fighting for three or five rounds.

Every interaction is shaking the earth and the mountains swaying sparks--it is true. From beginning to end, the donkey has never seen any constructive bloodline ability. It has been angering the magician’s mace-- Use your forehead.

After twenty or thirty kinds of auras and passive buff blessing, the warlock is still carrying a mace that can calculate the weight in a few words. He can't resist the donkey's several heads, which makes a embarrassed and embarrassed.

Mr. Donkey’s big eyes, which are as dark as an abyss, revealed a very humane playfulness or contempt, and two white vapors were sprayed from his nostrils.

”Um ah ah ah ah~”

The sorcerer's seven orifices produce smoke-it is true that the seven orifices produce smoke, and clouds of gray mist rush out from the eyes, ears, nose and mouth, and it can't stop.

”Mmp, your warlock master finally mixed up the chance to play, don't you force me—”

”Um ah ah ah ah~”

The donkey's eyes are very clever, not a bit clever like a strange animal walking on four legs.