Chapter 1316： Oh, dizzy boy! (1/2)

As a mighty and majestic top chicken head that dominates the country (Yanhuishan)... the chicken king... uh... in short, that's what it means. Lord Sanhuang has always had that kind of high toe. Annoyingly uncontested.

The chicken is born, isn’t it just such a thing, slap to slap, it’s okay to step on an egg, eat super big and super sweet wild bee pupae, tinker with a few secret nests in the mountain's sweet red bean bushes. ...

Of course, Mr. Sanhuang’s chicken life is not painless. Sometimes, he also needs to watch his baby with tears being boiled into hot spring eggs, fried into poached eggs, wrapped into egg dumplings, and so on.

This sometimes refers to every morning, noon, and evening, which is really embarrassing.

It's all for life.

The chicken is not easy to live, Sanhuang sighed.

But Sanhuang has always felt that this kind of life is perfect-except for those crazy two-legged beasts who always like to let them watch this when they eat and stew their wives/loves/children.

Fuck you guys!

Sanhuang uttered sorrowful and defiant roars more than once, and flew up to try to fight with those crazy people. However, there was no use for eggs. Sanhuang found that every time he did this, he would make two-legged beasts. They are more excited.

This Nima...

I beg you to be individuals! Is my Lord Sanhuang living to satisfy the perverted desires of you people? ?

......

”Linzi...you seem to scare Lord Sanhuang so stupid... it's over...”

Seeing San Huang staring at the kitchen knife sluggishly, Master San Huang's most loyal mother, the Uncle Fan Warlock, was flustered more than one point or two.

Lin XX frowned and realized that things were not simple.

”Damn this chicken is going to heaven, even the kitchen knife can't scare it? Come on, please bring up the boss's egg beater!!”

It's the same as a joke. It's impossible to control the crock chicken skills through artificial micro-manipulations. Lin Chou still mixed up-this dish was invented by Lao Tzu! You three yellows are responsible for making a squeaky babble? ?

A hundred eggs, a large bowl, and an egg beater.

”Oh...Oh...”

Sanhuang moaned in fear from deep in his throat.

It is so special that it understands this thing, it is the most cruel, corpse-stained torture instrument, with its countless chubby children crying and wailing!

Uncle Warlock licked his lips, and he was ready to slip a complete drumstick in his hand.

The chicken skin is golden, the fat is dripping, and the juice of the thick oil red sauce exudes the aroma of wild vegetables and fungi, which arouses the desire to eat.

”Click~tons, tons~”

Seeing his own baby flowing alive from the hard swaddle, turning from the sun-like brilliant circle into a chaos, Lord Sanhuang uttered a loud, not so sad cry:

”Cack! (My number 163,897 hits! Go all the way! Father put it here~! Don't be afraid, oh good!

In the eyes of people like Lin Chou and the warlock who can perceive and see the energy surge with their own eyes, just as the three yellows uttered, a burst of brilliant energy burst out like a cloud and see the sun, and the warlock's body was like a ”catastrophe halo”. The thick purple color melted without the slightest resistance, and disappeared in an instant.

Of course, some evolutionists on Yanhui Mountain can also see this effect.

”Fuck you, here again!”

”Gan! I have eaten crock pot chicken 16 times without any special effects!”

”First of all, you have to have a reliable relationship with Boss Lin.”

”Shit, you really want a lottery fan to be lucky, but these idiots only believe that the lottery is random!”

”Ma Yeah, every time I watch this scene, I feel that the son of luck is nothing more than that, but it's a pity that it's just a temporary worker.”

The brilliant gold casts the uncle Warlock like a golden figure-of course, ordinary naked eyes can't see it.

However, ordinary people who are a bit more sensitive can perceive the difference between the warlock and the previous ones.

His temperament has changed, a kind of vigorous self-confidence or something that rushes directly from the depths of his soul, making his whole mental state different.

”Gan!”

With luck, the uncle Warlock’s tone is full of confidence,

”I'm going back to solve the problem! If this doesn't solve the problem, then just solve the person who has the problem!”

With a puff, the uncle Warlock turned into a cloud of ash and teleported away-he didn't even forget to take the three yellows away.

”Tsk~”