Undead Farm

"Oh, that's the way it is. When the old man shielded me from the killing of the evil lord, in order to protect me, this cumbersome injury caused his body to have some problems. The magic of the natural system can no longer be cast by the flesh." The ancestral craftsmanship of only one hand to build a construction scroll is still there."

At night, the hammer hammered the chest more painfully. Forty-five degrees of hope, I said: "I blame me for being incompetent! If I can be stronger, I will not let my family die in the hands of the evil lord, let alone Will not even go home, hehe!"

Weng Ling’s eyes are obviously not touched by the story of the loyal savior who fled the wicked collar in the night.

"No wonder he wants to be the underground controller of Lorraine. It seems that he wants to secretly save his strength and go back to revenge!"

The names of all the lords are public. If you accept the nicks on the night, you will most likely be discovered by the enemy.

Renamed?

The great truth of the Church of St. Silver is not so foolish.

"But this guy is actually able to get a legendary nature mage loyalty, although the magic has forgotten, but still envied his luck!"

Weng Ling took a sniff and bowed respectfully to the old man holding the milk can.

Not for his strength, but for his willingness to be seriously injured and not to admire the sacrifice spirit of the night.

"What is the name of the evil lord, I can go check it for you, even I can help you to appeal to the Church of St. Silver." Weng Lingdao.

Although due to the legal relationship of the Tianwei Empire, she will automatically disengage from the St. Silver Church when she becomes the lord, but she still knows some rules of the St. Silver Church.

For those ugly lords who oppress the people, if they do too much, the Church of St. Silver will have the right to investigate and prevent the riots of the people.

"Hey?"

The night is even more embarrassing. How can he know what his name should be called by the evil lord, and Weng Ling really wants to check it out?

"No! His power is too big! I am worried that you will be implicated. Moreover, I want to take revenge in person!" The third night is more gnashing, and the expression of this hatred is not screaming.

"This way, hehe." Weng Ling shook his head.

"Let's do it for you, but if there is anything I need to help, though, don't force yourself, do you know?"

"Do not worry, the man who leaves home will take care of himself!" The third day shot the chest.

"Fat! Will you take care of yourself? I ask you how many meals have you eaten today? I don't know if Bede mentioned that your food is finished!"

After that, Weng Ling took the lunch box from the hand that came over with a smile and threw it into the arms of the night.

"Get it and get it! But there is not much left in the city. I will go back and help you buy some back tomorrow. Is there any requirement?"

At night, I looked at the pink woodcarving lunch box in my hand, and the expression was a bit strange.

Look at this size and color, how is it like a girl?

"Ah, no, I am not picky eaters!

"Okay, I know!" Weng Ling waved his hand. "Come on, eat it, it will be cold."

"Hey, don't you ask me for money?" Night is even more strange.

"Hey! Are you when I am you? Big trick! But the meal can be exempted from buying gold, I will be deducted from the money I sold from the armor. You can rest assured." Weng Ling gave him a glance. Road.

The night of the night was even more screaming, and Weng Ling’s honest man was actually learning to break down. The relationship between life and death actually had to talk to him about money!

It’s really unpopular!

The mouth opened the lunch box, and a strong fragrance suddenly spread into his nose, so that his undead, who would never be hungry for hunger, had to swallow.

He used to look in the mirror, and he didn't know which branch of the undead he belonged to.

If you have a zombie, he has a slight pain and will not rot. If he is a vampire, he has no extreme bloodthirsty desire. If you want to find the closest one.

He feels that he is more like a dead person who is directly degraded by the living, like a very famous death knight.

It retains the living body and the characteristics of the undead, and lives between life and death.

But he remembers that he climbed out of the coffin, or a centuries old graveyard, which is a bit strange.

Did he dig himself and bury himself?

However, these are not the important ones in front of him. He has not felt the embarrassing feeling of mouth and mouth for a long time.

At night, I took out a small spoon in the lunch box and slammed it into my mouth. My eyes slammed and my tears almost came out:

The wife is so delicious!

Just plain bacon wheat rice and an egg cut in half, it can be delicious to make him cry!

No wonder Bader will tell Weng Ling what he has not eaten. It turns out that he wants him to taste it too.

"Oh, delicious! Weng’s cooking is really good, so simple ingredients can make such a delicious thing! But by the way, tell you one thing, your egg is the last. One, even we have nothing to eat!" Bede smiled.

"He has injuries on his body. It's okay to make up for it!"

Weng Ling avoided the red-faced sight of the night, but it allowed her to see the Goblins who were still working hard.

“What about their food? Do you need to buy it together?”

There are two types of summoned beasts, one is the different space contract system ~www.readwn.com~ one is the reality contract system, the group of Goblin summoned beasts of the night is obviously a conquest of re-contracting the summoning contract. That kind, so definitely eat.

"Oh, they, no, just give them some water, and they won't die."

Weng Ling: ...

Are you a devil?

Do you still have to eat for this day?

Even if people are Goblin ugly, don’t you abuse it? They are your summoned beasts!

Weng Ling was stunned by the night, but this was the summoning beast of the people, and she did not have any good feelings about Goblin, so I did not continue to say anything.

Big deal, when she purchases, I buy the cheapest black bread at my own expense.

At night, I took a few more mouthfuls and finished the rice dumplings. There was no rice and soup left.

Naturally, it is impossible to be full. Even if the food in a house is not enough to feed him, after all, he absorbs rather than digests it, but the feeling of unfinishedness really makes him itch.

He glanced at the pink lunch box in his hand and pulled a piece of animal skin from a goblin passing by. He carefully wiped the oil stains in the lunch box, and then handed it back to Weng Ling.

"Hey, I don't have clean water here, I can only make it like this. Don't give up!"

Weng Ling took the lunch box contaminated with the smell of Goblin acid, which is better than not rubbing it!

Is your nose fake? Didn't smell it? !

After exhausting his whole body and calming his mood, Weng Ling turned back and rolled up Bade’s wrist:

"Since nothing happened, I went back to bed with Bede, and the night was deep, see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait!" On the night of the night, he suddenly grabbed the other hand of Bede.

"She can't go, she has to sleep with me tonight!"