Mixed Miners

A speeding car crashed out of the door, the door opened and the stick swayed. In the hands of the goods, there was still a cigarette burning, shirts and shorts, and it seemed impossible to look at the line.

"Hey~! Boss, who is this girl?"

When the stick slammed the door in, he saw a beautiful and bubbling little loli standing in the living room, and suddenly excitedly ran up and touched the small hand of Oda Snow, and touched it with a pair of eyes on her body. Going, finally staring at a pair of white long legs, the cigarette **** in the mouth fell off the ground, and then the fans said, "Little sister, my brother took you to see the goldfish?"

Yang Ling couldn't help but smack a few times and looked at the familiarity of the goods. A few days ago, on the plane, he might have deceived the little sister to see the goldfish.

Yang Ling kicked on the stick buttocks and said to Oda Snowko: "Snow, you just broke through the meridians and you have to take a break!"

Oda Snow turned and left, the stick stared at her back, and the big mouth popped out a word for a long time. "Buy, boss, how do you do it, according to the level of technology of your earth humans, this It’s impossible to do it!”

"Don't force it, force me, go with me to help get something?" Yang Ling is too lazy to take care of him, grabbed the shoulder of the stick with one hand, and the body flashed into the miners system.

"I have a rub! This is a meta-alterary creature?" As soon as the stick came in, he saw the red Lantern lying on the ground, and some of them were frightened and pointed.

"Yes, I have been fighting this ghost thing for three days and three nights and only a few thousand rounds to get it!" Yang Ling kicked and kicked the red Lantern's head proudly.

The stick pouted, and it was very disdainful to turn a white eye and did not speak. Instead, it turned around a few red gongs. Even from time to time, a steel knife, an axe, a saw and the like appeared in the shell of the Lantern. A few times, I finally sighed and said: "Hey~, what the **** is this strange star creature, the carapace is actually stronger than the protective armor of my original starship spacecraft, and the strength is comparable to the four-level composite material."

Yang Ling shrugged and pointed at the miner's card floating on the top of his head and said, "When I went to mine, the ghost knew what it was. The gravity was very big, almost ten times that of the earth, and it was full of poisonous gas. This monster There are several, but this is the most powerful one I have ever encountered, and I almost hang up!"

The stick nodded and suddenly opened his mouth. "Boss, you have stuffed it! This ten things are too big for you to add up, and there is almost no scar on it. Tell me, are you coming back?"

Yang Ling’s eyebrows pumped a few kicks on his **** and said, “You know too much!”

"Hey!" The stick narrowed his neck and touched the red flaming pattern. "Boss, how are you going to get it, is it a spicy pan or a spicy barbecue?"

Yang Ling’s eyes lit up and then dimmed. He said depressedly: “There is no way to do it. The carapace is too strong, and it can’t be opened at all.” He pointed to the two shallow marks on Yuan’s head. “See no, This is the result of my cut with a flying sword."

The stick licked his teeth and thought about it. Some of the regrets shook his head. "The meta-weapons are all uncertain. There is nothing on the earth that can be fixed. I can’t eat it, boss, I think you still lost it!"

Yang Ling listened to his face and became dark. He took out the hook and flew Chen Feijian. After injecting vitality, he aligned the red Lantern’s neck with “哐哐哐哐” and smashed four times in a row.

The strength of Dantian’s vitality is only a small size of the fist, and the position of the flying sword is still only a white mark.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ling was really discouraged.

The stick looked at the flying sword, and there was a trace of fear on his face. He said carefully: "Boss, what are you going to do with this ghost thing, are you really ready to eat?"

Yang Ling sighed and took away Feijian, pointing to Yuanxiao’s head and said: “The brain of this thing is a good thing, and it’s fragrant and crisp. It’s just delicious on earth, oh, it’s a pity!”

The stick looked at him like an idiot for a long time. He shook his head and walked slowly to the front of Yuan Zhen’s head. He stepped on the squat of the Lantern, and pulled the upper jaw of it, and forced the big mouth of Yuanxiao. Then turn around.

"Boss, help me to stand up, this little thing is just coming, I will take it out for you."

Yang Ling suddenly realized this, and said that Laozi is really enough.

With the help of Yang Ling, almost all the sticks were drilled into the mouth of Yuan Zhen. I only heard a variety of voices coming from inside. In a short while, the stick was full of **** exits, holding a hand The size of the dove is small, and the red beads are shining with radiance.

When the stick raised his hand, he threw the bead to him. He said with pride: "Boss, it should be this thing. It’s so small, it’s not enough for you to sew your teeth. At least you have to kill twenty or thirty heads and make it into a bowl. A burst of peeing cattle pill..."

The stick is lingering, Yang Ling looks at the palm of the hand, the red and beautiful jade beads, the surface is actually emitting a blazing flame halo, and inside, there is a faint white flash, like the brightest stars in the night sky, noble, gorgeous Mysterious and full of temptation.

"Come on... eat it..."

In my mind, a very strong and desperately stimulating him, an unprecedented sense of hunger completely occupied his body, as if he did not eat him, the whole life is almost no different from the peerless salted fish.

"吭哧~"

The stick hasn't had time to stop ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Ling has swallowed the bead without hesitation.

The stick regretfully took back his arm. "Boss, you are too anxious! If you have to eat it, you have to wash it first! I have come back from the factory and I haven’t had time to wash my hands yet!"

Yang Ling had not noticed the stick at this time. At the moment when the bead was down, his eyes were protruding and the old one was long, and his face was distorted instantly.

He felt that he had swallowed a volcano in his stomach. The tsunami-like flame erupted from the stomach. The internal organs and the eight veins, the **** bones began to burn from the cells.

"Ah~~"

Yang Ling’s painful mourning sighed on the ground and began to roll. The severe pain made him scratch his body, and soon his clothes were smashed by him. The white skin began to smash out the red and black snow beads. The ear and nose are black and bloody, as if you don’t want to go out with money.

There was a large stream of blood on the ground where he rolled over. Not long after, as if the blood was running out, his voice was getting weaker and weaker, slowly stopping rolling, and finally he left only a weak breath on the ground. (To be continued.)