Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

There's flowers, there's water, there's a little pavilion.

Obviously, this is a man-made peach land.

But the most striking thing about the entire valley is the middle of the valley, that giant, ancient tree, which is very large, and I'm afraid the circle of ten people can't be circled.

And it was the fruit from the tree that emitted that fragrant fragrance, colorful, strange, odd nose.

Seriously, that scent is tempting.

Especially for the cloud dance that is already hungry and the back of the chest patch, the saliva grunted and swallowed, almost unbearably going straight up to take off a few pieces to relieve hunger.

But the front foot just lifted, the corner of the eye swept, and the figure of a warcraft on the other side.

Tiger head, that familiar look, wasn't that what you saw in the Northern Warcraft Forest, the Tiger Beast?

Why are there tiger beasts here? Besides, the tiger beast seems to have just died.

“Hemp, fragrant. ”

Just as the cloud-dancing frown contemplated, the sound of milk came from the giant tree.

Seriously, the two calves are sitting on the dense branches, eating with a red fruit, it's not the fat smell.

The cloud dance helplessly glanced at it.

But instead of leaving the front, he turned his foot and walked towards the beast.

Although, after she woke up from the bottomless hole, she felt physically recovered, as if nothing had changed, but before her body was resurrected, she had to drink and sustain the animal blood before anything could be done.

This tiger beast, in the middle of the fifth order, had no fighting wounds on his body, only on his neck, two tiny toothmarks almost impossible to detect.

Who else could it be, besides that little guy?

The cloud dance is strange. Isn't that stinking phoenix offspring? Apart from the flame, she couldn't see how that little thing was going to be a phoenix offspring.

More like a little zombie.

Sitting on the tree, the cheerful little stink, suddenly stopped, blinked his eyes, crooked his little head, and looked strangely at the cloud dance underneath drinking that beast's blood.

What's Mahjong doing?

I felt almost there, and the cloud dance got up and wiped the corner of my mouth.

The smell of blood in his mouth is disgusting, and he doesn't care at the moment, his body flashes and heads straight for the tree.

Grab a white peach-sized fruit and chew it up.

It's refreshing!

Just after a sip, the mouth was refreshing and juicy, instantly washing away her bloody smell, couldn't help but let the cloud dance eyes shine.

“Stinky, you really know how to pick food, no wonder I came so far, this fruit is really nice, eat more.” Three or two bites solved one, that good taste, and the cloud dance was amazing and surprising.

Smelly smell heard the clouds dance to praise it, happy grin, reveal its sharp teeth, Cold Forest, highlight its natural ferocity.

However, the cloud dance is all about the colorful fruits, which I didn't notice.

I didn't realize it. A dozen of them were hungry. The cloud dance didn't feel full. On the contrary, the more they ate, the better they felt.

It's so delicious, then take it away together. Then, you can try it fresh for Granny Leaf. Also, the man...

Only, the place where the clouds dance, like that wind crosses, sweeps through.

When the cloud dance shadow came down from the tree, it would have been full of fruitful trees, not even a piece of scum left.

The stink of eating four or five red fruits was already full, and at this time, it swayed its little fat leg and climbed down from the tree.