Qi Yan compares his mother and compares himself with Jiang Yuanhao.

He was about the same age as the child named Jiang Yuanhao, but when his mother compared with this woman, the gap came out. The woman's whole body is full of high-grade jewelry. Her mother, not to mention jewelry, even the communicator is old.

These material differences are second, mainly the appearance. The woman was raised by a rich family at first sight. She is exquisite, beautiful and young. But my mother is different. Her skin is rough and she doesn't care much at ordinary times. She is very old.

On this point, Qi Yan is worried!

The child was worried and couldn't eat well. He simply put down the kebab and opened the old small optical brain to browse carefully.

Jiang Yuanhao saw the small light brain in Qi Yan's hand and turned his mouth. It's good to take out such old things for fun. What he doesn't want is better than this.

The others didn't pay attention to Jiang Yuanhao's expression, but Guan Wei kept silent and had a panoramic view. It had nothing to do with him. He got up and left the table to get the ingredients from the grill. After choosing his favorite ingredients, Guan Wei changed a table. The child was not simple. He didn't bother to see it.

Xue Yue saw Guan Wei suddenly sit down beside him and glanced at the other table. He probably knew what was going on.

With a low smile, Xue Yue touched Guan Wei: "how about preparing for a mission together in two days? It's not a way to be so idle all day. Our reserves for the team are far from enough. Your eighth team must not have much reserves."

Guan Wei swallowed the barbecue. He had made a decision: "OK, let's go on a mission together and take care of it."

The two men discussed again and were ready for the task.

Roger received a communication and came back. Luo Bi was held in Fengling's arms and was about to sleep. He coughed deliberately. Fengling's sharp eyes swished past. Luo Bi moved and lifted the soft blanket.

Roger avoided Feng Ling's eyes and asked Luo Bi in a low voice, "do you still have many small mud balls dried in the sun?"

"Not much, not much." Luo Bi opened her eyes and lied. She was not confused when she woke up and fooled people.

"What kind of mud do you use? Can you rub some mud balls to dry them?" Roger discussed and explained the reason: "at present, the task is unknown. Why don't we fry millet birds together."

"No." Robby didn't want to refuse.

Roger choked and said, "no! Think again."

Fengling shook her head and raised her hand to pull up the falling soft wool blanket and tuck it in for Luo Bi. Then she said, "don't think about millet birds. Today, the clay ball can play a role, depending on the battle field. If it wasn't in the planting field, the clay ball wouldn't necessarily kill so many millet birds."

Speaking of this, Fengling glanced at Roger: "the flying ability and combat ability of millet birds are not weak. On the contrary, they are very tricky. Once they return to the deep mountains and dense forests, we are not absolutely sure to fry millet birds with mud balls."

The innate advantage of the Winged Warrior is that the mission of the thunder flame warrior Menqing.

Roger sighed and leaned against the back of his chair: "that's what he said. Unless groups of millet birds are led to one place and attacked at close range, if they are far away, the mud ball may not be able to fry the millet birds."

Luo Bi pushed aside the blanket blocking her mouth: "the mud ball will explode only when it is thrown on the millet bird. It can't be thrown accurately. It won't explode as close as possible."

So don't worry about the mud ball. It's useless.