Let Go Of That Primordial Man

The recent period in the Black Stone tribe can be said to be the most nourishing period that the weak chicken has lived since its birth.

Not to mention enough meat for each of the three meals a day, these deliberately processed foods are especially in line with the unique taste of the weak chicken.

After having enough salt, the members of the Blackstone tribe always habitually sprinkled a lot of scary salt into the food when making food.

As if in this way, they can replenish the salt they had to save in those hard days before.

If someone tries to tell them whether this way of eating is healthy or not, the natives of the Blackstone tribe will definitely spray their faces with saliva, and they will firmly believe that the other party is definitely a poor guy who can't even eat salt. Jealous of their affluent life, deliberately trying to mislead them.

Therefore, the food they make is completely frighteningly salty; in addition, if conditions permit, they will also add the white sugar allocated by Master Niu to the food.

In this way, these sweet and salty foods, in addition to satisfying themselves and making the natives of other tribes envious and red-eyed, now have another loyal supporter: the weak chicken.

Such a day of eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and even having two sips of spirits from time to time makes the weak chicken feel happy and living in a dream.

As for the elegant and noble cranes, they were raised like little fat sheep of those nomadic tribes. In the eyes of the weak chicken, this little thing is not a big deal at all.

The good days always seem so short, when the sleepy-eyed weak chicken in the animal pen was suddenly awakened by Master Niu's earth-shattering ghost cry, it suddenly realized: Damn it! I actually have another Master, I'm still a mount...

Master Niu no longer knew how to use his poor words to describe his flying mount.

After many days of recuperation, the feathers that were bald in the battle with the mountain eagle and beast have long since grown back, and under the obviously abundant excess nutrition supplement, it looks so shiny slip.

However, such a huge body full of fat, compared with the slender neck of the weak chicken, and the pair of slim legs; no matter which angle Master Niu looked at, he felt full of inexplicable sense of disobedience.

Forget it, now is an extraordinary period, not the time to care about these small details; weak chickens have always been strange things that do not take the usual path, maybe they can still fly. At this time, Master Niu can only be like this. I comfort myself in my heart.

Then, he opened the gate of the animal pen that was concealed, untied the rope that tied the weak chicken, and suddenly jumped on the weak chicken's back.

Fortunately, these local people under my command also know to put a layer of hay mat on the weak chicken, so that it is quite comfortable to sit on the back of the fat weak chicken; it also makes the weak chicken suddenly fat, not so is useless.

At this time, Mr. Niu reckoned that if conventional means were used, it would be mysterious for the weak chicken to fly; but after dealing with the weak chicken for a long time, Mr. Niu knew exactly what method to use to ignite the weak chicken. This little universe.

He rummaged through his personal space and found a jar of burning knives weighing about five catties. Facing the weak chicken's head turned away, he directly squeezed the mud seal of the wine jar; immediately, the strong aroma of wine poured into it into the weak chicken nose close at hand.

Do you want it? Master Niu asked lightly, and slapped the weak chicken with the smell of alcohol.

The weak chicken can't speak, but from the point of its head that has an afterimage in the air, it has already expressed very clearly, the strong thoughts in its heart.

Go out with me. When you arrive at the destination, this thing will be yours, and there are still two jars. While speaking, Master Niu put away the wine jars in an instant.

Then he said lightly: Originally, I planned to take advantage of this time to brew a large amount of this kind of wine, but someone came to make trouble for me, so I didn't have any thoughts on brewing, weak chicken, what should I do? what to do?

What else can I do? I saw that the weak chicken suddenly rose from the ground, and under the powerful flapping of its slender wings, it actually made its plump body as light as nothing.

Ah, ah, ah~ Amidst the long string of chirps, Ruoji's face, which was originally full of fairy spirit, was full of undisguised murderous intent.

If Mr. Niu is in a bad mood, he will not be able to make wine. If he does not make wine, he will have no wine to drink, so whoever dares to provoke Mr. Niu will not drive him, he will kill anyone...

*****

In fact, when the Blackstone tribe's airborne assault force set off for the first time, three hours had passed since Master Niu's initial announcement of the order.

After taking out half of the small bread's battery as a backup, there are only seven Wuling small breads operated by the remote control of Master Niu this time.

But after removing all the compartments except for the driver's seat, the small Wuling minivan compartment was actually stuffed in by Mr. Niu, a dozen big and round Heishi tribe warriors.

This is simply a miracle, just like a legend in the modern plane, a novice driver must not provoke those who drive Wuling Bread, because you will never guess how many people will get out of the car and beat you...

Not only that, Master Niu placed four longbowmen in rather thick clothes on the roof of each minivan; Air transport, ready escort force.

Although these Blackstone tribe longbowmen, because they have never experienced such relevant training, it is estimated that there will be a big difference between the aiming head and the ground; The incoming flying beast has a powerful deterrent ability.

Thanks to the development of the times, the material of the carriages of Wuling Bread in 2118 is no longer the thin steel plate a hundred years ago, but replaced by a stronger composite material; A stout warrior was directly crushed to death.

As for the fighters in the carriage, they are now forcibly stuffed in, packed like a legendary sardine can; when the time comes, facing the threat from the air, these powerful fighters on the ground will have no ability to resist.

No matter what, after counting Master Niu, the 131-member Blackstone Tribe Air Commando started this incomparably novel aerial journey at the warm farewell of all Blackstone Tribe members.

It's just that before flying far, screams, begging for mercy, and even the sound of vomiting when nauseated, began to sound one after another in this small air flight team...

During the limited exemption period, there will be three shifts as usual, and there will be another chapter in the evening; but because I haven’t taken my daughter out to play for a long time on weekends, it may be later