Guardian Chapter 35: Return of the big tongue

The life of saying the soul is going on as usual.

Chen Feng has not been idle for a moment about the reward for stalking wool.

Other than that, it means that the iron wire is used in the house, and the iron wire is tricky to think about some small things, such as wire crickets, beetles, ants, caterpillars, maggots...

Chen Feng had a great time playing here, in the void, the iron wire Chen scurrying around, screaming, squatting in the corner and shivering with his shoulders...

There is another interesting daily life.

Every time Chen Feng draws his soul into the soul well, he will see a big association of different colors shaking.

Count and count, the color of the moss often changes, black, white, yellow, red, green, and purple. There are six colors in total.

For those boring scumbags, you will be energetic as soon as you see Chen Feng.

At first, Chen Feng was still cautious, for fear of getting into trouble.

After a long time, I got familiar with each other, and Chen Feng can still make jokes.

"Ah, Xiao Hei is you. Look at the signs of black moss. Could it be that you are poisoned."

"Heh, Xiaobai has changed today. Is the spleen and stomach deficient and cold?"

"Xiao Huang, you are here, you have the symptoms of excessive anger."

"Little Zi, you stole mulberries, right."

……

Daxie trembles and ignores him, licking the soul attracted by Chen Feng, tapping his tongue, and leaving with satisfaction.

Chen Feng asked No.5 in private if he had ever seen a big tongue on the side of the soul well.

No.5 touched Chen Feng's forehead, staring round eyes, with a sad expression. It took a long time before he replied like a dead relative, "You are going to die, are you talking nonsense?"

Yes, it's no question.

It seems that this big tongue only has enthusiasm with Chen Feng, and it is not called a soul master.

Why?

Hey, this is a trouble, and it must not start with Chen Fengtou feeding so many souls that day.

Without him, I give too much.

The soul of Chen Fengtou has been blessed by Linglong scales, and it tastes different from the soul of scaled houses.

Let’s tell you this, the grilled meat is not added with salt, cumin, chili powder, sprinkled with chopped green onion, dipped in garlic, and wrapped in lettuce. Will it taste the same?

In this town soul division, apart from talking to No.5, Chen Feng can also talk to each other, and everything else is codenames that change people without changing numbers.

Chen Fengyi’s secrets can’t be told to Number Five.

This time there is a big dull tongue, a good relationship, and a competent tree hole.

"Huh? Little Green, you have to be free today."

"What are you giving me? How do you drop it, I feel embarrassed to be fed every day, and I give it back?"

The moss-green tongue, curled in a large slap, is crystal clear inside, like wine and jam.

Chen Feng took it and unscrewed the cork and smelled it, oh, good fellow, what a smell, so fragrant, and rushed straight to his forehead, his soul groaned comfortably.

The big tongue chirped, as if poking his tongue, motioned Chen Feng to pour it into his mouth.

Chen Feng raised his neck, gulping, belching~!

Suddenly, my eyes were blurred, and my soul was lost, a feeling of flying into the sky, even my thoughts were floating.

At that time, I only felt that the soul and the body were about to separate from the body, protruding out against the forehead.

Moss-green tongue clicked, and Chen Feng's forehead was photographed.

The feeling of Chen Feng's consciousness about to go to heaven is like falling from the top of a cloud and returning to the earth.

"I'm protruding, this feeling, how does it seem to be out of touch with the rumors." Chen Feng's eyes were fascinated, and his consciousness was still chaotic. He only felt that the little soul of the soul was doing a happy dance.

He was drunk, sober, and his spirit became excited. He couldn't stop the urge to express. Over the past few days, he was slightly depressed, and he vented at this moment.

Our Eleventh Lord, drunk, soul drunk.

"Little green, you said, how come this is how the Yang family's sister is such a good child?"

"What? You don't know? Oh, I can't show it to you, I'm afraid you will lick people away."

"You said, what is the meaning of my existence in this world?"

"You don't know either. Oh, you have a big tongue. It's strange to know."

"You said, I...I have a friend who can start leveling in one place, and he will be invincible when he debuts. It's so cool?"

"It's cool? I also think it's quite cool, but my heart is blocked."

"You said, I have a friend who looks at all beings with cold eyes. He knows the huge waves outside, but is powerless. What should he do? Well, it's my friend's trouble."

"What? Those who can do more work, be a responsible person, slaying demons and guarding the world? Swordsmanship is in balance?"

"Farewell, when the light of justice, if you are tired, you can easily die."

"I... my friend, I'm in a bad mood recently, and I always feel that if I don't do something, I feel bad."

"What? No, no, no, it's not me, it's really not me."

"You don't understand, nowadays it's not a popular hero, and the popular hero is behind the scenes, and you know how to attack it steadily?"

"Huh? You are, you can pull it down, a big tongue, what a blind bluff?"

The big moss-green tongue didn't say anything. It was Chen Feng talking to himself in a drunken eye.

Where did Chen Feng know that the jade liquid in the bottle is the kind of yin that can make the soul thick and tough, the landlord, one month of money, and, here, the co-founder gave it half a bottle, all for Chen Fengzao NS.

Chen Feng Barabala muttered, because the Yang family's younger sister's affairs led to the uneasy mood, and suddenly he got better.

Chen Feng treated the soul well as a tree hole.

Anyway, with a big tongue and unable to speak, it's a good time to be a trash can.

Forget after you finish talking, and after you forget your mood, it will rain and the sky will clear. People don't have to answer you, they just want to grab someone to whisper in their hearts, even if this is not an individual, and the effect will be good.

Chen Feng patted his butt, turned and waved, "Goodbye you, please be early tomorrow, man, go back to the Tianji team and lie flat."

This time Chen Feng went ahead of the big tongue, where is the big tongue?

Usually, after licking Chen Fengyin's soul, his big tongue sank into the soul well without hesitation.

It’s weird today. I stretched and contracted slowly, curling the tip of my tongue into a flower, and vomiting bubbles there.

The frequency of meal after meal, like a person on the table, tapping his fingers rhythmically to think about problems.

Finally, the moss-green tongue did not sink into the soul well, but merged into the wall and disappeared.

Jin Fengwei's secret room, the yin and yang man of wind and fire, was meditating and vomiting, suddenly a moss green tongue slipped on the wall.

Jin Fengwei hurriedly sat down tightly, without squinting, he was obediently like a small official.

Moss-green tongue directly ignored the existence of Jin Fengwei, touched the desk, licked a piece of rice paper, rolled the tip of the tongue, and brushed it with a brush.

Jin Fengwei squinted to look at the content, his face was weird, and his expression "Are you serious?"

After finishing writing with the moss-green tongue, he flung off the brush chicly, turned and blended into the wall, and didn't look at Jin Fengwei from beginning to end.

Jin Fengwei got up and sent it respectfully, holding up the wet calligraphy, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, "Where is this singing? Since the establishment of our Department of Souls, there seems to be no such rules."

"The Tianji team made all the moths. There were thirteen before, and eleven today. Haha, I am going to be forced to make a joke by Han Xiaohu and Feng Zhuang again."