Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

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Chapter 202 I am hungry

Its appetite seems to be getting bigger and bigger, not picky eaters. It is almost a good thing with a belt core, and even the roots of the tree, it can be directly imported and clean.

In particular, no matter how he hides good things, its "nose" can be smelled.

If you don't give it, it will be stolen directly, once or twice...

It can be said that it is a trial and error!

Every time I was so mad, I almost couldn't wait to sharpen it and gave it to me.

The old man heard the words, his brow wrinkled.

Glass of fruit trees?

The fat on the ground became a stinking stench, and I noticed that the atmosphere was not right. I quickly climbed up from the ground and placed it on the chubby leg and went straight to the old man.

Extending the claws, pulling the old man’s trouser legs, the young voice is poor; "Master, he is bad, don't give me food, I am hungry!"

Half a month later, the little thing that only started with two words and two words, during this time, the speech has become more and more slippery.

It is enough to give an uncle a smoldering point.

"I won't give you something to eat? You stink something. I just gave you ten big fruits last night. Do you know that a big fruit, a human being eaten one is enough for ten days without eating? I gave you ten in one breath. Do you dare to say that I will not give you food? Believe it or not, I will kill you..."

No traces have been with this stench, hundreds of years of cultivation, all in the half a month to disappear.

Not to mention the demeanor, it can be said that even the most basic patience, this morning, saw the whole glazed fruit tree disappeared, and disappeared completely.

"Master, murder!" Smelly chubby paws, the round body, suddenly climbed the rock and plunged into the old man's arms.

It’s strange to say that it’s obvious that this strange old man grabbed it, but this time, the small smelly treatment can be said to be very good.

This old man is also very biased towards it.

Made it, this stink, some smugly forgotten.

"Master, you look at it, it is really getting too much. In this way, we don't have to find the owner of the contract, and get back our seven cents, our family, we must have this stinky boy." ”

Seeing the stench and rushing into the old man’s arms, a stinking scent that seeks to protect, no trace of heart will be angry with smoke.

The veteran's wisdom and vicissitudes of the eyes, looking down at the stench in his arms, the deep depth of the eyes is the deep contemplation.

Seems to be aware of his sight, a small stinky grin, showing his mouth full of fangs: "I am hungry!"

"Really?" The low-pitched voice rang from the old man's mouth.

The small smelly smell on his sight, the subconscious shrinks, and the bottom of my heart is a little scared!

However, it was still a grievance, and waved its fat little claws; "Really, you see, I am growing up, hungry."

In fact, it is now reaching the throat.

In just half a month, I took a big fat ball and saw how hard it was!

But who is the two old men, shutting it up every day, don't let it go out to find Ma Ma, then it eats, eats their things, mad at them.

The old man stared at it, and the sorrowful sorrow was deep and wise.

The little stinky was stared at him and stared at his hair.

"When it is hungry, take it to the big orchard and let it eat." The old man suddenly looked up at the no-mark, low-pitched opening.

I still want the master to be the one who has no trace, just listen, dumbfounded!