Chapter 1005： I—have come to my aunt? (1/2)
Uncle Warlock is very classical and oriental. His skills in sleeves are actually his thorough use of void technology. This so-called space is actually the privatized industry of Uncle Warlock. Whether he is used as a potato cellar or built into a different-dimensional cemetery, it is 20% off rental The sale is completely legal and completely free-although in actual operation, due to some indescribable and strange attributes that have to be dealt with, even a completely privatized plane space will often leak some items into the world.
Well, this is completely acceptable to the warlock, after all, habit is natural.
As a warlock bloodline, throwing things when performing Apparition is already a basic exercise. Is this common sense?
but...
Master Warlock has never lost such a huge object! And he did not apparate at all! This is a double insult to personality and technique!
You said it’s not uncommon for you to lose a key chain and a wallet, even if you lose yourself—what's the difference? Have you ever seen anyone lose a mountain? This warlock is not someone Lin Moumou can turn his head around and lose himself!
Such a big wooden mountain, what about the big wooden mountain that this warlock placed in his back garden?
There are ten thousand warlocks who can't figure it out.
but...
It's rare to be so happy today.
Hey, there are people who are willing to accompany this warlock to drink and chat, bragging, I...
”Huh? Where are the people!”
”Fogweed...”
”What kind of operation is this? How did you roll yourself so flat? That's an exaggeration, the fat on this stomach is almost compressed into abdominal muscles!”
...
On the bed in the hut, Lin Chou stretched a big lazy waist, refreshed.
Yesterday, the gift headache of the dog beep system has completely disappeared, and Boss Lin is alive and kicking again.
”Eh??”
Lin Chou almost didn't roll off the bed.
”What's the **** situation? This handsome...has come to my aunt?”
Lin Chou's soft and comfortable bed was almost completely stained red, bright red.
The keen intuition of the chef told him that this is genuine human blood, not a joke or prank like ketchup red ink.
Furthermore, Lin Chou said that it might even be his own blood, and the taste might even be a bit ripe.
——Also, why are my heart and hands aching?
Lin Chou looked at his hands, they were white, slender, and clean.
This is a pair of hands of destiny who practice the Five Dragons Holding Pillar Technique all the year round. If you are qualified, you may be able to see that these hands are covered with the true meaning of life, wrapped in the roar of angry souls...
Keke, in short, there is nothing on the hand, no trace of bleeding.
Look at my heart again...
”Fuck...”
The clothes are torn.
”Could it be that I was conspired last night?”
”It is normal to have no wounds. With my physique, even if I have a wound as big as Huang Dashan's head, it is estimated that it will heal completely within an hour, right?”
”But it's weird that there are no traces of bleeding...”
Well, I definitely didn't come to my aunt.
He has not been injured either.
So Lin Moumou's first thought was to destroy this set of sheets and even the bed-it would be too much fun if others saw it.
After spending half an hour destroying all traces, Lin Chou struggled.
”Oops... what about my bed...”
After patronizing the violent law enforcement, Lin Chou didn't realize that the bed was not in the scope of the system's reimbursement.
In other words...
At your own expense!