Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

It seems to be getting bigger and bigger and less appetizing, almost a good thing with a ribbon core, and even a root tree, and it can eat it straight in the entrance.

Especially no matter how he hides the good stuff, he can smell the “nose”.

If you don't feed it, it's stolen directly, twice at a time...

Almost certainly not!

Every time I was seamless, I almost wanted to sharpen the knife and stamp it.

The old man sniffed and frowned.

Glass tree?

The ground was fat and smelly, and I noticed something was wrong, and I hurriedly climbed up from the ground and put my little fat leg around the old man.

Stick out your paws, rip off the old man's legs, and the naive voice is pathetic: "Master, he's bad, don't feed me, I'm hungry! ”

Half a month down, at first, only two words and two words of small things to speak, and in the meantime, the speech has become increasingly slippery.

Enough to give an uncle a smoke over his head.

“I'm not going to feed you? You stinking thing, I just gave you 10 big fruits last night, you know, a big fruit, a human eating one, enough for 10 days without eating, I gave you 10 breaths, and you dare say I won't feed you? Believe me or not, I'll shoot you..."

Seamless, hundreds of years of cultivation since I got along with this stink, it's all gone in the last half month.

Not to speak of style, almost to say, even the most elementary patience was seen this morning when the entire glass tree disappeared, and then completely disappeared.

“Master, it's murder!” The stinky little fat paw pulled, the round slipped, and suddenly climbed onto the rock and plunged into the old man's arms.

Strange, obviously this weird old man caught it, but for some time now, the stink treatment is really good.

The old man, too, favoured it.

Got it, this stinky smell, kind of forgotten it.

“Master, look at it, it's really getting too much. In this way, we don't have to find the owner of the deed, get back our seven fairy fruits, our bottom of the house, and eat this son of a bitch up. ”

Seeing the stench pour into the old man's arms again, a pair of smells seeking protection, the seamless heart smokes.

The wise eyes of the old man looked down at the stench lying in his arms, and deep in his eyes was the deep contemplation.

Seems to notice his gaze, little stinky grin, revealing his fangs: “I'm hungry! ”

“Really?” The low, majestic voice rang from the old man's mouth.

Little stink against his gaze, his subconscious shrinks, his heart is a little scared!

Still, he shrugged his face and waved his fat little paw: “Really, look, I'm getting hungry. ”

Actually, it's almost up to his throat now.

In just half a month, eat yourself a big fat ball and see how desperate it is!

But whoever calls the two old men, they keep it shut every day, and they don't let it go out looking for hemp, then it eats, eats all their food, and pisses them off.

The old man stared at it like a grievance, deep and wise and slightly dim.

He looked at the stink and stared at the hair.

“If he's hungry, take him to the Dash Orchard and fill him up.” The old man suddenly looked up at the seamless, low mouth.

I was hoping to master the incognito, listen, idiot!