Fortune telling?Super accurate!

Army, why did you go to the battlefield as a scout? "

Bai Zhima sighed, and said sadly with his paws in his mouth: "Hey, don't talk about it. The only dexterous demon cultivators in our Sanxiu League are me and Mengmeng. Others will be found if they go up. , we can only go out." Wen Heng stared at Mengmeng's body and tilted his head in doubt: "Oh..." Is such a dexterous body?How big must the others be!

Wen Heng said curiously: "There are also many people who cultivate in the Sanxiu League, and people can also cultivate..." Mengmeng said depressedly: "Hey, don't talk about it. Speaking of this, I feel that the owl should be dragged out and killed. The personal repairs were strung together by him and nailed to the tree trunk. Anyway, I dare not let them do it again."

Wen Heng could only smile embarrassingly: "No way, demon cultivators have advantages over human cultivators in certain situations." Bai Zhima put his hands in his hands: "Yesterday the Realm Sect lost two generals, so there shouldn't be a war today. Mengmeng hummed: "Isn't it just right not to start a war? The sweet potatoes in my field are almost ripe. After the war is over, I have to go back to collect the sweet potatoes." Bai Zhima also said: "It's rare that there is no war. The crunchy fruit is almost ripe. I will pick some for the boss later, and I have to go early, otherwise the boss will fall asleep again when I come back."

Wen Heng stared. So the monks of the Sanxiu League sleep when they are not fighting, and they are farming?

The author has something to say: Poor owl, he came out to say hello, and I let him go offline temporarily.Of course, he will... come back!

Taishi remonstrates: I am the honorable Yinglong. I have golden scales, a gorgeous figure, and unparalleled wings... Except for me, everyone else is an ant. No one can make me lower my noble head... …

Yunjiji: Uncle Taishi! !Come on let's go up!Yun Bai and I are going to slide down!

Tai Shi Jianzhi lowered his head and let the two children climb on his head: Oh! !Sit tight!

Two chickens slid all the way from his neck to under his tail, and a group of people laughed hahahaha...

Wen Heng: So, the noble Ying Long finally became a luxurious slide with handrails...

The moment I saw Taishi Jianzhi, I had already arranged his future, please praise me~