Luo Bi looked around for a while. There was a messy scuffle. Millet birds scolded while robbing crops. Lei Yan soldiers and children just fought with birds, and both sides were in full swing.

Luo Bi watched for a long time and remembered that the mud ball was coming. The mud ball was small. With her strength, she could definitely hit the target.

It's just too small to throw. It's funny to deal with millet birds.

Robbie doesn't care. Everyone is busy fighting. She also wants to find something to do. The mud ball can't kill the millet bird. It's OK to interfere. The millet bird doesn't swear all day. She takes the mud ball to hit the bird and let the bird scold enough.

If it doesn't hurt you, it's worth smashing a bird hair. Anyway, the mud ball is used to play.

Luo Bi was happy at this thought. She rubbed a lot of mud balls and dried them out. She didn't have to worry about the tide. She dried them every other day. Now it's good. It's best to smash birds.

One can't throw two. Until she's finished throwing, she's still practicing her hand.

Luo Bi was excited. Excitedly, she took out a small wicker woven bamboo basket from the storage bracelet, opened the cover, and filled a small basket of dried mud balls. It was round and fun.

He grabbed a handful and put the small basket into the storage bracelet.

Robbie won't let anyone see it so that others won't laugh at her playing mud ball.

Put all the mud balls in your left hand. Robbie lean forward and try to get as close as possible. He pinched a mud ball in his right hand. Luo Bi watched first, looked at a millet bird high above, raised his hand and threw the mud ball out.

It's not blowing. If it's not for lack of strength, Luo bizhun has a good hand.

Just listen to the "boom", the millet bird didn't open its mouth to scold. The fried "pours" its wings and falls into the rice field. A group of millet birds, one less is not remarkable.

Besides, the explosion of the mud ball was not much.

But Wen Xiao saw it with sharp eyes, but he didn't see what was going on. He turned back and asked Luo Bi, "what did you throw?"

Luo Bi was silly, but she reacted quickly. She held the mud ball in her hand and pretended to be silly: "nothing was thrown."

Wen Xiao was skeptical. He looked back and muttered in his heart. Didn't throw anything? He clearly saw a small thing fly out, "boom", and a millet bird was blown up.

Knowing that the mud ball can fry birds, Luo Bi is happy now. She refined a stove of mud. She thought it was useless. Who knows that the mud ball is a good thing and can fry birds?!

Fried birds are good. She has a lot of baked mud balls. How many birds do she want to fry.

Let these spitting birds curse and blow them up.

I just don't know if the millet bird fried by the mud ball can eat. It's not delicious when it's fried. She can see a lot of half cooked things, which are not delicious. On second thought, it's OK to be half cooked. As long as it's not mixed with soil, it's even worse if it's mixed with soil.

Because of the angle, Fengling and Lanxun didn't find Luo Bi's small movements. Luo bile played by herself, grabbed a mud ball and threw it out excitedly.

As a result, it missed.

"Ho!" Luo Bisheng was so excited that he threw the mud ball sideways. The mud ball didn't have a shadow, and the millet bird didn't hit.

Wen Xiao looked back at Luo Bi again. Luo Bi was happy and asked with a smile, "what are you looking at?"

Wen Xiao smiled and turned back silently without saying a word.

Luo Bi stood on her feet and watched. A mud ball fell into the rice field. It's really hard to find.

Unfortunately, you can fry a millet bird. Luo Bi was a little unwilling and took a long breath.