dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Today's Chen Dage is a very magical existence in the hearts of everyone in the small courtyard, or an immortal existence.

So seeing that he didn't have a "soul transformation", no one paid attention to him except Hua Jiunan.

Anyway, even if it is really dead, all the staff of the underworld will try their best to get this thing up.

"Oh, little cocoon, when did you change into a new dress? It's pretty pretty." The big worm looked at the beautiful feather skirt of Qude Cocoon, and couldn't help feeling a little envious.

The original giant who was praised was a little embarrassed, and pulled down his fart-length skirt like a lady who was afraid of being exposed before speaking.

"The little monster just made it for me out of bird feathers."

"It's light and warm. The key is that the skirt won't swell even if we get bigger."

"In the future, we don't have to hold our crotch while fighting, we really feel ashamed.",

Seeing the contented wicked cocoon, all the men present couldn't help thinking to themselves.

You feel ashamed, and we feel inferior after seeing it... This is very good, and everyone will not be embarrassed in the future...

The scourge really lived up to everyone's expectations, and in just a few short sentences, he has recovered, and can jump up and down happily again.

"Boss, Brother Chang, is my new invention amazing?"

"Automatic recovery can also explode, and the sky can make a big hole!"

"Excellent!" Hua Jiunan and Chang Huaiyuan nodded in agreement, sincerely agreeing.

"In the past, Chang once thought to himself what kind of person and what kind of artifact can shoot the sun."

"Now that I have seen Brother Daji's bow and arrow, I already have the answer in my heart!"

To be honest, every product produced by the scourge must produce high-quality products, especially weapons, each of which is amazingly powerful.

For example, stinky fart bombs, Meng Po poison... It is really wicked to be immoral, but no one can really work!

If this were not the case, Chen would not have been selected as a contemporary tycoon, let alone the title of the number one scourge in the Yin-Yang world.

Chen Dage, who was rarely recognized by others, his big face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile.

The two front teeth that seem to be missing are particularly brilliant.

"Boss, Brother Chang, if you like it, let the robot make one for you too."

"Wait a minute, it will be soon... Fuck, it seems that there is not enough hair..."

"Boss, can you let that big bird that shit on our head come back again?"

Hua Jiunan: "..."

"For the big plan, just don't have enough materials."

"I have eight swords for self-defense, and I can also attack from a distance... It's just Brother Chang..."

Chang Huaiyuan and his family are not polite, especially the "best" popular Chen Daji.

"Daji, don't you have twelve arrows? Just give three to brother."

"As for the longbow, I don't need it for my brother."

"Brother Wei is confident that the arrows thrown by himself will not be inferior to the siege crossbow."

Everyone of course believed in the strength of the Blood Dragon of the Northern Kingdom, and upon hearing this, Chen took out the three most powerful arrows and handed them to Chang Huaiyuan without hesitation.

After Chang Huaiyuan took it and refined it a bit, it immediately turned into three hosta-like existences, which were hidden by him among the white hair.

In this way, others will not be able to find it at all.

"I am ashamed to accept it for my brother." The Northern Blood Dragon thanked him with a smile.

"Daji, if you like something, as long as I have something in Wanlong Mountain, feel free to ask."

After hearing Chang Huaiyuan's words, Chen's eyes immediately lit up: "Brother Chang, Brother Chang, can you really do anything?!"

What kind of person is Long Jun, how could he break his promise and become fat.

Just as I was about to nod to confirm, I suddenly realized that it was not good, so I hurriedly opened my mouth to add.

"Anything is fine except my eighth brother!"

Chen was immediately disappointed when he heard the words: "Eighth Master can't do it... forget it, we don't need anything..."

......

Just when Chang Baye secretly rejoiced that he had escaped, on the other side, in the mysterious mountain.

The mysterious figure who once had a conversation with the first generation across the mountain was standing there alone, holding the head of the animal bone witch in his hand.

It is said to be a human head, but it is actually more appropriate to describe a skull with dry grass-like hair.

Because there is basically no flesh and blood on it.

Judging from the green will-o'-the-wisps flickering in the eye sockets, the Bone Witch is obviously not dead at this time, and still maintains his own consciousness...