"A few brothers, the rabbit meat is good, do you want to come?" The black wind squinted at the small eyes.

No one cares about the black wind, and their eyes are on the square face.

"Girl, do you want to think about it?" The square face reveals a smile.

"哼~!" The night feathers smacked a smile and bowed down to eat the rabbit meat in their hands.

Very good rabbit meat, wasted without eating.

The square-faced son looked at the night feathers that couldn't talk, and looked at the black wind and the sky. As for the black yarn...the body did not have too strong spiritual fluctuations, and it was ignored.

"Sui, go to bring people to investigate whether there are old people around." Fangzizi made a look at his companion.

"Good." Those companions would like to know, and the footsteps were easy. They walked behind the night feathers and went to explore.

The night feathers blinked and looked at the direction in which several people left, saying nothing.

On one side of the black wind, his eyes narrowed and he threw his half-baked rabbit legs into the campfire.

Boom!

The bonfire set off a flame.

"Yangcheng, have seen it, no one nearby." Siyu walked out of the forest, standing behind the night feathers, did not return to the previous position.

The other five or six people also stood in different directions, faintly surrounded by three people.

"Good." Yangcheng is still sitting next to the night feathers, his face is a bit proud.

"Nobody?" Night Feather finally finished eating the rabbit meat in his hand and threw the flesh into the fire.

"Girl, my suggestion or not..."

boom!

When the Yangcheng dialect is halfway, a fist hits the night.

The night feathers tiptoed and the body floated two meters away.

Gently licking a piece of stone on the body, the night feathers showed a smile on the corner of his mouth: "The power is good, just if it is hit, it is definitely uncomfortable."

"Oh." The weak smile on Yangcheng's face disappeared. Instead, it was a slap in the face.

"Up!"

Yangcheng arm waved, and several other people rushed to the night feathers and three people.

"Slow!"

The black wind screamed in a burst, like a tiger scream.

Ok?

Yangcheng, Siyu seven or eight people have stopped.

Yangcheng screamed: "The kid, we only pay for your money, we can not let go."

"The brothers are not good at killing and killing. The rabbit meat is a bit salty. You can let me drink my mouth and drink it. Let's fight again." The black wind said, and really took out a water from the ring. The bag is up and drinking.

On the side of the black yarn mouth, a smile appeared. She sat in the black wind town for three or four years of personal bodyguards in the black wind days. She was most familiar with this routine.

"Kid, you dare to play me!"

Yangcheng’s big face was angry, and the smashing fist slammed into the black wind.

Hey!

Unexpected flesh and blood, the water bag in the hands of the black wind was slammed, and the water droplets of the beans spilled over the ground.

The black wind leaps two or three meters backwards and looks at the wet ground. His face is cold: "Grandma's, do you know how many years this water bag has been with me! Dare to ruin me, I am fighting with you!" ”

Hey!

The windy day slammed into the Yangcheng with a heavy step.

噗通.

The windy day runs too fast, and when it is mixed with stones, it takes a few steps before it to hold the ground with your hands before falling.

This kid... is it crazy? !

A few people in Yangcheng have a glimpse.

No!

Yangcheng's face suddenly changed, his legs, did not listen to! I want to step forward, the same strength, just lift the foot off the ground.

On the breeze, one hand pressed to the ground, and smiled in his mouth: "Black yarn, hands-on!"