Traveling Through the Stars

   Chapter 1316

  Luo Bicai fans, pheasant wings and rabbits want them, both of them are delicious when they are roasted and stewed.

  But she can't catch it, so she can only choose one.

After struggling for two seconds, Robbie ran to the pheasant with a sigh of relief. The pheasant was so exhausted that in the blink of an eye Robbie lifted his foot and stepped on the tip of a wing. The pheasant was shocked and frightened, the whole chicken flopped, and the chicken wings hit the calf and made a faint pain.

  This is not enough. Rob Bi stepped on the strong wing tip with his right foot, crouched down and picked up a semi-dry branch from the side, waved it several times, and fainted due to the pain.

  Look, be honest! Robbie threw it into the bag and turned around to catch the winged rabbit again.

  The Winged Rabbit didn't run far, and went to the battlefield where it was fighting in the air.

   "Wu Laozi, stop it, stop it." Robbie shouted while chasing, no matter whether the array is a human or not, she is now using it as a human.

  What should I do? Except for Wushao them, Robbie has no help.

Wu Shaozi is pressing an adult millet bird to pat the feathers. If he has a hand, it will slap the feathers. Unfortunately, he has no hands and can only pat it slowly. It won’t die or dizzy, but when the spoonful goes down, the bird’s feathers are whirring. Lose.

  Bird hair does not grow on people, people don’t know it hurts, spoons don’t know it hurts, but millet birds hurt! Originally, the twittering sound, but now it will only be twittering, not twittering anymore.

  The bird is dead!

  Will Wu Laozi be damaged? Just listen to the yelling and scolding of the millet with its feathers.

  Chittering: Actually have bird feathers? Too shameless.

   Chacha: Shameless! shameless!

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  Suddenly there was a half-cock in the chirping sound, and the other millet birds twisted their necks. Look at me, I look at you, the sky is rolling. Seems to hear a rooster cry just now? And just beside them.

  The birdie who learned how to call a chicken cleared his throat and replaced it with chirping: It hurts, I made a mistake, I changed it back, chirping, chirping.

  The captain of the millet squad who exited the battlefield patted his wings and chirped: Don’t panic, don’t panic, it’s pure millet language.

  The other millet birds calmed down and chatted with each other: I was shocked, and thought that there were mixed-hair chickens in our team. Fortunately, it was from my own country.

  A millet bird cried and chirped: If the cross-hair chicken dared to get in, let it squirt it to death.

  The tone is not small, if it is not pressed against the bird feathers, it will be more imposing.

  Wu Lao heard Robbie screaming, and he tilted the spoon to be unclear. So, he understood some words, some words he didn't understand, and Robbie didn't understand very much now. Wu Shaozi didn't understand it, let alone the red porcelain spoon, it really didn't.

  Robi knew what was going on at a glance, and yelled loudly with gestures: "It's only a winged rabbit that ran past. Just drop it down and just take a spoon."

  The red porcelain spoon still didn't understand, Wu spoon probably understood, and discarded the clean-haired millet bird, jumped up and gave the winged rabbit a spoon. The winged rabbit fainted when he tilted his head without being beaten.

  Robi slowed down his fast pace, took a breath and walked over, picked up the winged rabbit and threw it into the bag.

  Next, Robbie found several purple corn, peeled off the outer leaves, the corn inside was very tender, suitable for cooking or roasting. After breaking the tree one by one, Robbie counted, there were thirty-one large and small.

  I wanted to go back to eat at noon and come back in the afternoon, but after watching the bundles of millet valleys, Robbie had no choice but to dispel this idea.

  The materials are too eye-catching, so it's suitable for going back when it gets dark.

  The sun was shining at noon, and Robbie washed his hands, pulled out the grilled dried fish from the snack bag, and made a living.

  (End of this chapter)