Panda’s Self-cultivation

Nomi was really scared to death-anyone who suddenly came out behind him could not stand it!

"Calm, Pandaren—I'm just a runaway person, just like you." Unlike Nomi, the one behind him is quite calm, "Moreover, there is such a beautiful girl behind you. Shouldn't you feel honored?"

"Beautiful girl?"

Nomi looked back curiously, then let out a breath.

In a sense, this is indeed a beautiful girl—a fiery red dress, white skin, beautiful long legs, and a youthful and beautiful face under the hood, with a smile on her mouth.

"Well, do you feel honored?" The high elf girl raised her eyebrows at Nomi, "You have good luck with the beautiful girl. My name is Valera, Valera Sangunar, very it's happy to meet you."

Then, Valera found that Nomi was looking back at his thigh.

In order to make it easier to move, Varela wore a pair of shorts on the lower half of her body, and her white and slender thighs were facing the breeze.

metamorphosis!

Valera immediately took out a dagger from his waist, turned a flower in the palm of his right hand, and hit the back of Nomi's head with the handle of the dagger.

It is a pity that this level of attack was completely ignored by Nomi. He raised his elbow subconsciously to block the blow, and wanted to explain.

But Valera didn't give a chance at all, and the dagger in his left hand also stabbed out.

Nomi was a little helpless, so she could only leaned her left shoulder back to interrupt Varela's attack, then twisted her right arm, and firmly clamped Varela's right hand holding the dagger with her elbow joint.

Afterwards, Nomi left the pedal of the Dragonhawk saddle with his left foot and twisted his body counterclockwise to "stretch" Varela directly.

The dragon eagle was still flying, and Varela experienced the feeling of a roller coaster. She was swept in a circle by Nomi's right hand and came to the front of Nomi.

Suppressed on the Dragonhawk saddle, Varela still wanted to resist, but Nomi cut a palm directly on the back of her neck without any reason. Poor Varela rolled his eyes and fainted simply.

Of course, Nomi didn't take the opportunity to do something indescribable, but just made a faint comment.

"Fortunately, you are not a dwarf."

……………………

When Valella woke up again, she found herself sleeping on a piece of grass.

Rubbing her sore neck, Varela quickly realized what had happened to her-after looking around, she found that her clothes had not been passive, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, Valera's stomach began to growl.

Hungry, very hungry, very hungry!

Valera felt like she hadn't eaten for two days!

She looked up a little dazedly, but found that she was on a prairie, and there was no human population...

Valera was dumbfounded.

Inside the waist wrap, gold coins are clinking, but there is no one around, these yellow cute little ones are meaningless!

To this day, Valera finally missed the dry mage bread and the cold magic spring water.

At this moment, a strange fragrance penetrated Valera's nostrils.

Someone seems to be baking something?

Valera's eyes lit up, and someone would bake something!

Valera got up and followed the smell excitedly.

Then the wind blew and the grass was low, and Valera saw Nomi who was squatting on the ground.

"Panda Man!!!!!"

Seeing Nomi, Valella rushed forward with her teeth and claws.

Valera used Shadow Step! Nomi twisted his waist, miss!

Valera used a backstab! Block!

Valera used Eviscerate! dodge!

Poor Valera, although her stalker's talent is extremely outstanding, she has received professional training in the Ranger army, but this level is not enough in front of Nomi.

Nomi also realized that he was a bit heavy at the beginning, so he didn't fight back. Instead, Varela was like a violent lynx, scratching and scratching at herself-it was just drunk practice of Drunken Fist!

Although Nomi didn't do anything, Varela quickly couldn't support it herself-not because of physical weakness, but starvation.

Nomi shook his head helplessly, leaving the high elf girl alone, taking a deep breath, and began to spit out a big mouthful of flames against a slightly raised mound on the ground.

Varela stared in awe at the seemingly harmless pandaman in front of him, emitting a rather turbulent flame.

"I must be in a dream! This level of flame always feels comparable to an inflammatory explosion!"

After being surprised, Valera felt very strange again. She didn't quite understand why this panda man was breathing fire onto the ground.

Nomi didn't care about Varela's thoughts, he just kept changing his angles, spitting flames toward the ground one by one - as the mounds gradually turned red, soon a more intense fragrance appeared.

Valera knelt down and smelled it carefully. In the aroma of the wine, there seemed to be a feeling of roasting chocobo?

"So the clay tastes good when it is baked?" Valera said in surprise, "is it really okay to eat clay?"

"It's a fart!" Nomi gave Valella a head jump, "There is a chocobo in the soil!"

When Valella was suddenly attacked, she hugged her head and squatted on defense, while Nomi recalled the subtle touch just now.

"It's cool to play people, no wonder Uncle always likes to treat me like this."

Time passed slowly, and I felt that it was almost time, and Nomi finally started to dig out the chocobo buried in the soil.

"Splitting one's muscles and bones!"

As Nomi rubbed his hands, the chocobo was quickly deformed, and the soil was peeling off.

At this time ~www.ltnovel.com~ Chocobo's aroma finally exploded like a bomb, causing Varela to drop her arm involuntarily.

It's so fragrant!

Nomi took great pains to deal with this chocobo. After the internal organs were hollowed out, he was filled with herbs!

In order to mix the aroma of these herbs, Nomi even broke a petal of golden lotus!

Poor drunk wind, the heat preservation box that Yan Tiezhang had followed him for many years, was so taken out by his son (about this heat preservation box, there is a description of Yan Tiezhang in the extravaganza)...

Finally completed a "Sweet Chicken", Nomi took a sigh of relief, then wiped off the sweat from his forehead, he broke off a chocobo's thigh and handed it to the tile who looked at him eagerly. Layla.

"Try it, how is my craft." Nomi said with a smile, "My name is Nomi, I am glad to meet you."

Taking the chocobo's thigh, Varela feasted on it. At this moment, it seemed that the pandamen in front of him were pleasing to the eye.