The days Rv@|???k?8-p]?m?Y?.I)C~???e???t?f??? VG???, which is the most nourishing period of the Weak Chicken since its birth.

Three meals a day have enough meat to eat, not to mention, these deliberately cooked food, but also in particular in line with the weak chicken, different taste.

After having enough salt, the Black Stone tribe used to feed the food and sprinkle a lot of scary salt into the food.

It was as if they had to replenish the salt they had to save in the previous hardships.

If someone goes to distinguish with them that this way of eating is unhealthy, the black stone tribe's locals will definitely spray their faces with spit on them, and they will firmly believe that the other party is absolutely poor and unable to eat salt, and is absolutely jealous of their rich life, and deliberately want to bring them.

Therefore, the food they make is completely salty and scary; if conditions permit, they will also add the sugar to the food.

In this way, these sweet and salty foods, in addition to making them feel quite satisfied with themselves, made the natives of the other tribes envious and red eyes, now have a loyal advocate: the weak chicken.

So eat to sleep, sleep and eat, and even from time to time can be two times a full mouthful of spirits, it is simply to make the weak chicken happy feeling living in the dream.

As for the elegant and noble crane, the raw is regarded as the little fat sheep of those nomadic tribes to feed this point, this point is not a thing in the eyes of the weak chicken.

The good days always seemed so short, when the weak chickens who slept in the animal bar were suddenly awakened by the earth-shattering ghosts of the cow lord, suddenly realized: "I rely on it!The old man actually has a master, and the identity of Lao TTM is still a ride...”

The cow master no longer knows how to use his barren words to describe his flying mount.

Under many days of rest and recuperation, the feathers that were bald in battle with the wild eagle beast have long grown back, and under the obvious excess of nutrients, it seems so oily and smooth.

However, so a huge piece of fat body, compared with the slender neck of the weak chicken, and a pair of fine legs; no matter from which point of view, the cow master felt full of inexplicable feelings of inconspicuousness.

"Forget it, it's a very good time, not to think about these little details; the goods of the weak chicken have always been strange in the ordinary way, and perhaps they can fly."At this time, the cow can only comfort himself in his heart.

Then he opened the door of the hide-and-hucked beast-gatherer, untied the rope that tied the weak chicken, and leaped to the back of the weak chicken.

Fortunately, these locals also know that they are equipped with a layer of hay mats for the weak chicken, so it is still very comfortable to sit on the back of the fat and tuk-tuk weak chicken; it also makes the weak chicken suddenly fat, which is not so useless.

At this time, the cow master estimated that if the common means, the situation of the weak chicken flying up may be able to be surmountable; but after long-term dealings with the weak chicken, the cow master is very clear about how to use the means to ignite the small universe of the weak chicken.

He straightened from the space, turned to find an altar of five pounds of burning knife, in the face of the weak chicken twisting over the head, directly opened the mud seal of the wine altar; suddenly, the strong aroma of wine poured into the close-footed weak chicken nose.

“Want to?”The old man asked lightly, and he fanned the wine to the nose of the weak chicken.

The weak chicken could not speak, but the shadow of the head from its point in the air had been unusually clear, and it had a strong thought in its heart.

"Come out with me, and when you get to your destination, this thing is yours, and it's still two altars."As he spoke, the cow master immediately took the wine bar.

Then he said lightly: "I was going to make a good brew of such a large amount of such wine during this period of time, but there are people who come up to find trouble, so that I have no idea of winemaking, weak chicken, what should you do?" 」

What else can I do?I saw that the weak chicken suddenly rose up, and under the strong flaps of the slender wings, it actually made its fat body, light and nothing.

"Ah, ah, ah" in the long string of chirping, the weak chicken was full of fairy-like faces, full of undisguised killing.

If the cow master is in a bad mood, if he does not make wine, he will not drink wine, so who dares to provoke the cow master will not open the door, it will kill who...

*****

In fact, the air raiding troops of the Black Stone tribe, when they first set out, were three hours after the original announcement of the Order.

After taking off half of the small bread battery as a backup, the five-legged small bread operated by the cow master was only seven in total.

But after all the removal of the car except for the driver's position; the small Wuling small van was actually tucked into by the old man, and more than a dozen black stone tribal warriors with a large waist round.

This is a miracle, just like a legend of the modern side, the novice must not go to provoke the five kimbow, because you can never guess how many people will get out of the car to hit you...

Not only that, even the roof of each small van was placed by the cow master with four long archers wearing a fairly thick; the twenty-eight longbowers on the top of the seven small vans were also the escort force prepared by the cow for this air transport.

Although these black stone archers, because they have never experienced such relevant training, it is estimated that there will be a big difference with the ground in the quasi-head; but in any case, under so many longbow fire, they can also have a strong deterrent ability to attack the flying beast.

Thanks to the development of the times, the car material of Wuling small bread in the 2118s was not a hundred years ago, but replaced with more solid composite materials; this also allows the roof of the small bread, not to let the four stout warriors, directly to the squash.

As for the warriors in the carriages, they are now forced into it, squeezed like a canned sardine; in the face of the threat of the air, these mighty warriors on the ground will have no resistance.

In any case, after counting the master of the cow, the air commando of the Black Stone Tribe, a total of one hundred and thirty-one people, was warmly sent to all the members of the Black Stone tribe, and began this incomparably novel air journey.

Just not waiting for how far away to fly, screaming, begging for forgiveness, and even nausea vomiting, in this small air flight team, the continuous beginning of the beginning of the ringing...