Sikong felt very anxious, so anxious that he didn't even want to wait for the short time he was waiting online.

This feeling is like setting a big flag. If you don’t practice it——

emmmmm~

Cross it out and start over.

Dreams are always a thing, otherwise what's the difference between them and those who don't even have dreams?

It's like a strategy game. Everything is ready and all you need is to recharge, and Mr. Sikong happens to have a few useless numbers in his wallet that are worthless and useless to throw away.

Is it difficult? No!

If there is no recharge channel, you have to recharge even if you create a channel. Just make it clear.

Before Lin Chou could speak, Sikong took over the conversation,

"Well, I see from your eyes that you seem to have some bold ideas about this snowman?"

No, I didn’t, don’t lie.

Lin Chou opened her eyes and talked nonsense,

"Actually... okay, I admit it, but now there is a small problem. This snow dumpling boss seems to be traveling at public expense. If he is not allowed to eat, drink and have fun, emmmm..."

"Make a price! I'll do it!"

Lin Chou felt happy, well, people's hearts are still a bit dark, so Boss Lin summarized the situation of Mr. Xue Tuanzi like this,

"If, I mean if - this wish of his is fulfilled and he is willing to return to Lushan, he should urge the blast furnace to rebuild the furnace. After all, he is always very cold. Only the tallest and largest furnace in Lushan can operate in this cold and cold place.

The world of paper gives him a hint of warmth."

"Let me tell you first, I am just guessing, just guessing."

Sikong was a little confused by Lin Chou,

"?"

So how can I let her go? Of course I have to complete the mission first, know what?

Lin Chou stretched out a finger,

"one..."

"One billion? Or one cubic source crystal?"

"..."

Rich people are so willful!

Lin Chou said,

"No, it's still a steaming and hearty hot pot. In fact, I probably have that idea in mind, but..."

Sikong Road,

"Don't talk nonsense, please speak your mind boldly, and I will fill in the rest."

Lin Chou reached out and took off a certain sign from the beam, handed it to Sikong, and motioned him to read the words on it.

"Sai Nian Gao (Baked Purple Cloud Snails with Pepper Buds):

Special skill one, patience.

This state will be activated when the person who eats this dish is extremely hungry or is at the limit of source deficiency. The sensitivity to negative states will increase by 10% every twenty-four hours and lasts for fourteen natural days. During this period, the person will not die from hunger or source deficiency itself.

.

Special skill two, heavy armor.

Those who eat this dish will have their original armor purified once, with the thickness permanently reduced by one-tenth and the defense increased by 10%.

Special skill three, we are at home all over the world.

Anyone who eats this dish will inherit the curse of the Ziyunsnail race and can feel the warmth of home no matter where they are.

(Note: The ancients said that if you are happy here, you don’t miss Shu.)

Stunt 4, I have really good eyesight.

Those who eat this dish will inherit the blessing of the Ziyunsnail race, and their field of vision will increase by 6 meters.

(Note: Due to Ziyunsnail's racial restrictions, the full effect will be obtained in low light, and the effect will be reduced to an increase of one meter in strong light.)"

Sikong's eyes were strange,

"Why do you always come up with these weird and crooked ways? This thing... does it have a purpose... eh? Wait! Ci'ao, when I think about it, it's a scam... It's a bit scary to think about it.

I'm so panicked..."

So Lin Chou's expression was also strange - considering that some unlucky chicken soup guys had personally verified the actual effect.

Facts have proved that this thing is law-level, and it seems to also contain intelligence-lowering strikes.

"Well, don't worry about these details. Look at this, 'No matter where you are, you can feel the warmth of home'; do you have any ideas?"

"You mean..."

"The snow dumpling boss is so powerful. Even Huang Dashan can't handle the low temperature, let alone a pot of hot pot. And I personally think one thing is very important: the warmth of home, this is a restaurant! New home, right?

, how can there be cold meals and cold dishes at home - there are always only meals that have been overheated N times."

Sikong held his chin and thought carefully for a while.

"This reason... seems a bit forced!

"Moreover, you mean to feed this guy who you can't even afford to offend with your poison and then starve to death??"

Lin Chou: "......"

Let me tell you, people who speak as carelessly as you not only have no friends, but they generally won't survive the next chapter.

Sikong pouted,

"You want me to take the blame for you!"

Lin Chou: "......"

(Have you been seen through? But why does Mao Benshuai not only feel no guilt at all, but he doesn’t even feel embarrassed?)

——Actually, what Lin Chou is most afraid of is that if he tries it by himself, the dog beeping system will judge it as cheating.

cough,

"Forget it, just think that for some reason, I can't... you know..."

Sikong frowned, and then said in a matter-of-fact tone,

"It's exactly what everyone thought. You have some restrictions, right? For example, you can't leave Yanhui Mountain, you can't advance, and you can't even take a shower?"

Lin Chou's face was dark,

"I'll go... get out of here... I don't have a friend like you..."

Sikong shrugged happily and thought casually,

"Sure enough, this is the price of becoming stronger. In fact, if you want to be more liberal, it's better than being bald!"

Lin Chou's face began to turn purple.

Sikong coughed,

"What, I'm taking the blame. Isn't it just a medicine? What, it won't kill anyone, right?"

Of course Lin Chou shook his head decisively,

"Absolutely not."

I silently added in my heart: At most, it’s half a life.

Sikong strode towards the boss of Xue Tuanzi. After only two steps, he became fat again.

Sikong rubbed his hands, feeling embarrassed.

"Um, can you bring me a dozen sheepskin jackets or something like that?"

"..."

No matter the sheepskin coat or the iron-hearted cotton jacket, it is not as solid as the origin shield. Under the origin shield stacked by several evolvers, Sikong hissed in the cold air and his face became even paler.

"The surname is Pen, Rang Rang."

The potted plant turned back angrily,

"you..."

Then his expression changed quickly, and he said softly,

"Okay!"

Oh, woman~

Especially some women, aren’t they worth mentioning in front of their abilities?

As the saying goes, flies don't bite seamless eggs.

In Mingguang, I am afraid that only Sikong is a bug-like existence to potted plants, with invincible defense.

Sikong kept his smile with a halo like a warm wine,

"Hello, Mr. Snow Dumpling."

This title made Mr. Xuetuanzi a little speechless, but he accepted it happily.
To be continued...