Whitewater also spent a lot of money to buy a lot of things and put them in a big backpack, and then sold and recovered a sum of money to equip the store. No matter whether it is liquidity or rare goods, Whitewater sold the money and entered the weapons store-this store changed a little more exaggerated.
Because both the store manager and the clerk are cats, and they are fat orange cats.
The cat’s eyes are very sharp. Just look at it. The fighting capacity is at least 100,000 guys, which is much better than the owner of the Shiba Inu equipment store. "Does this guest need any weapons? We can meet your greatest needs here! "
Whitewater pulled his jacket, and a sense of absurdity emerged in his heart. "It’s really hard for those fresh clothes and angry horses to be masters in the rivers and lakes to live with this kind of wilderness garbage guy." Can anyone who has been dragged into the adventure hall really adapt to this life perfectly? "
Chapter two hundred and thirty-one From
Such a person has a white wave, that is, he doesn’t feel comfortable with being a wilderness garbage man at all, and he doesn’t have any curiosity about steam technology-all the gods and buddhas in the adventure hall have something to do with the steam world, so it doesn’t seem so strange
This is probably the traveler. Anyway, Whitewater knows that if Changle helps those terrapin, they will probably be surprised to talk nonsense and touch and finally be killed. Speaking of Changle, Whitewater has also read those newspapers in Weiwei House, and the news summary speed is still quite fast.
Changle gang was not killed, although it was weakened by the loss of the Yecheng branch, but Wang Gaoyuan personally stabilized the situation. He made an appointment with Liu De, the main owner of Dajiang Hall, to win the opponent by half a stroke on the bank of Dajiang River, which prevented Dajiang Hall from further swallowing up. However, due to the fact that Dajiang Hall had a lot of money, this innate master Changle gang failed to rebuild the Yecheng branch after all.
Yu Bailang was born "at the same time" that guy named Mo Zhai, and the other guy has forgotten his name. The genius newspaper didn’t write it-maybe they are still small people and don’t deserve special records in these materials.
"Not yet born" was what Whitewater thought at first, but now Whitewater is thinking about what his teammates would look like if they came in-it must be interesting to look at cats who can talk and do business in front of them.
Just thought of here, Whitewater suddenly felt a sharp tearing pain in his chest. He smiled at the cat, "I have something to do. I’ll come in and buy things later." Then he quickly pushed the door and went out, followed by a voice, "Ah, boss, he must have swollen his milk before it hurts."
Whitewater decided to blow the cat’s head off later.
I ran to the store and sat in the manger to pull my chest shirt, so I bowed my head. Now the ghost head has emerged, not only from the original tattoo, but also from the relief.
This relief is now rapidly changing towards the alien larvae, and the white-water skin is lifted high from the inside to the outside as if it were going to break through the body. "Oh! What is this situation! " Whitewater doesn’t know whether to press the ghost head in or simply dig it out by breaking his chest.
"This is terrible!" Whitewater practices Southern Fighting White Tiger Boxing, and the golden bell jar is still very tolerant of pain, so it takes a few seconds for Whitewater to grind his teeth and decide that "a bird will die in the air for ten thousand years!" Fight! "
He pinched the ghost head with his left hand through the skin. This ghost head really has a real feeling. The right-handed palm knife Nandou Baihu fist is also in the palm of his hand. "Ha!" Whitewater hair and then grind your teeth toward your chest.
The sharp strength of the White Tiger Boxing broke the spontaneous formation of the golden bell jar, which was regarded as breaking its own golden bell jar, and it was hoped that it could be broken and then established. However, there was no ghost head "entity" in it.
The blood didn’t flow much, and the white waves and qi directly sealed the blood vessels in the wound-his body training was a hundred turns, and his muscles were clamped to the blood vessels in the cross section, but it was a trivial matter. There was no solid white wave in the wound, but he saw his bones. "So what is this outward protrusion?"
Whitewater held down the wound and soon ran out of the stronghold to the wilderness. He gave a low roar and felt a shock, showing the white tiger phantom. Whitewater also smiled-he finally found the source in the pain of chest injury.
"So that’s it! This is the way to see this thing! " Through the white tiger phantom eyes, Whitewater saw the ghost head in the chest, the ghost head, the big head and the small body, the head had been exposed from the wound, but the claw-like body still firmly grasped Whitewater’s sternum and five internal organs.
Whitewater this time grabbed the wound with his right hand and covered it with a white tiger. Tiger Claw’s right claw caught a ghost head from the void this time. The ghost head gradually became visible to the naked eye, and Whitewater roared with pain, while the right claw continued to pull the ghost head out one by one.
This thing, the soul of whitewater is entangled in the meridians of other bodies, and there is a hook in the sea. Even this exercise is just like whitewater cutting his soul to pieces. It’s no different. The whole person is white and feels shaky, as if it will disappear in a moment.
But after all, the ghost head was pulled out bit by bit, and the white hand was still stable and never stopped. Several feet of the ground were wet with white sweat, and his power operation was shaken intermittently after the ghost head was pulled. He focused on the right hand and closed the wound, so blood kept flowing out, and the same ground formed a blood depression.
The arm stretched out little by little, and the left hand caught the ghost head being pulled out like a snake. His right hand suddenly flew around and held on to the ghost head, and the ghost head body suddenly made a pull around his right arm in a tiger roar-the second half of the ghost head was pulled out directly by the Ministry.
Whitewater almost passed out, but he forced himself to hold back, and then he squeezed the ghost head and then "oh" closed his breath. This action really did great harm to the soul of Whitewater. He didn’t see that it was a ghost head that was re-formed and then turned into a swirl of debris to disappear.
When Whitewater passed out for a while, there were several vultures and coyotes in the wilderness who ate dead bodies. The general animals were lured to Whitewater by the blood gas, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t bite Whitewater’s body in the end-they had to breathe to recast the golden bell jar, and they wanted to disperse their work unless they broke his cover door.
What these scavengers can do is to tear up the white waves stained with bloody clothes and eat them in their stomachs, filling their stomachs a little and eating the white waves with bloody clothes. These animals also changed soon after.
When Whitewater woke up, he saw that the ground around him was in a mess, and his clothes were in rags. It can be said that even his boots were torn up when the spring was exposed-probably with a hat.
With a wry smile, Whitewater grabbed his hat and ran to the stronghold. The two drunkards’ doormen laughed and rushed to the equipment store-Whitewater wouldn’t hurt if people didn’t see the bird see his ass from behind.
This Han dang is really good at rushing in with long legs and long legs. The distance is harvested, and the whistle is not red. "What are you looking at?" Didn’t see a man’s ass? ！”
Those women are screaming, "Get rid of your hat! Ha ha ha ha ha! "
Chapter two hundred and thirty-two Title
It’s not like there should be a white wave in this little body when the manager of Shiba Inuya twisted and laughed wildly. The answer to this kind of smile is to smash the counter with one punch … So the manager immediately collected clothes from the leather equipment store, but it was from the wilderness adventure fighting station. The manager of Shiba Inuya was also very curious, "Why don’t you sell clothes in the daily clothing store?"
This daily shop is really there, but Whitewater is in a hurry to find something to cover it up. The result is that he let his money go and his mother was chewed up by the scavenger-who let the money be stained with blood? The soft-edged money in the stopper escaped a robbery. It was a large bill in the stopper, and the manager of Shiba Inu also advised, "Guests should trust the bank."
Whitewater is a wry smile. He didn’t explain that it was purely an accident. This sample is always the same as the old one. Then he went out as nothing happened. The onlookers outside the store had already dispersed. How can you keep looking?