Chapter 925

"Well, what is it?"

The old man squatted beside the hole and looked down.

That part of the old turtle's consciousness in the turtle shell man's body has left the body because he wants to take away boss Zhou. Now, it must have been reduced to a tooth sacrifice.

But the turtle shell man's body is still here. The hole was caused by the previous explosion. There were some liquefiable liquid in it. Now it seems that there are some underground water penetrating upward, forming a water pit with a large area.

Turtle shell man's body began to shrink, yes, floating in the puddle he did not expand, actually began to shrink.

The little monkey squatted at the foot of the old road and looked at the tortoise below. From time to time, he put out his hand and probed forward tentatively, as if he wanted to touch it.

"I said, is this the thing?"

Lao Dao asked Xu Qinglang, who was standing beside him.

The boss' s body was placed on the straw bed, and the little boy stood beside him, which was regarded as Dharma protection. At this point, the little boy did not need to be ordered.

Yingying doesn't come back. Anyway, it's over. Xu Qinglang and the little boy don't panic after hearing that the boss let the old tortoise take away the house. Although the boss doesn't wake up now, he probably talks with the big boss about the development plan. There shouldn't be any danger.

So no one went to inform Yingying so that she would not come back in a hurry when she got the news.

"Tortoise, or human tortoise?"

Xu Qinglang organizes his own wording. In fact, this product should be similar to himself. It is a "person" who inherits part of the power of the sea demon, but he holds certain initiative and has his own controllable seal. Other "human walking" may really be a puppet.

"Sri Lanka one!!!"

Lao Dao gave a Japanese exclamation,

pointed to the turtle shell man below,

Dao:

"is this the legendary Ninja turtles? "

Xu Qinglang knew that Lao Dao was playing tricks and was happy to cooperate with him. "Yes, his name is da Vinci," he said

"Ha ha, look, it's getting smaller again."

A stream of dark green liquid drips out of the turtle shell man's body continuously. What changes with it is that his body is also shrinking. Slowly, he has become a young man's body. However, the shrinking range of the turtle shell is not obvious, so it seems very different.

The dead waiter was planted in the ground again by the black girl, and his eyes were closed.

But beside the puddle, there is a yellow flower. In fact, he has been looking at the situation in the puddle.

"What about this turtle? It's necessary to make a super large water tank or something. We can't put the bathtub down yet. Tut Tut, boss, it's going to be expensive again. "

"Just cook and eat." Xu Qinglang doesn't care.

"You can see the shape of a human being. How can you eat it?"

"If you chop up the dumplings, I won't say. You must have enjoyed it."

"You are the devil!"

"Don't worry. He sent the fish before. You said that Lao Zhou hated him more. When Lao Zhou woke up, he would be almost there."

"Well, it's the same. Even if you drive a truck and hit the bookstore door, the boss may not be so angry now."

When the old Taoist stood up,

it seemed that he had been squatting for a long time,

his feet were numb,

his body shook after he got up,

if not for Xu Qinglang's eyes and hands, he might have fallen into the ditch.

"Be careful."

"Ha ha, it's OK, it's OK."

The old Taoist took a deep breath,

to sneeze,

drew a square towel from the cuff of the Taoist robe,

"a sneeze!"

"Whoo..."

Rub your nose hard,

fold the square towel quickly and hold it in your hand.

The little monkey beside looked at Lao Dao stupidly. Lao Dao reached out and rubbed his little head.

"I said that if this guy shrinks a little bit more, it's nice to raise a big fish tank. Anyway, this thing can't be eaten. It's OK to keep it as an ornamental pet.

By the way,

can this turtle lay eggs? "

"I don't know." Xu Qinglang shook his head. "Not coming to the bookstore, I may not touch so many strange ingredients in my life."

"If you can lay an egg, you can keep it. If you can lay an egg, get up in the morning, knock two turtle eggs, make an egg soup or make an egg fried rice in the evening, it's also Meidi very, Meidi very WOW!"

"Gudu!"

Just after the old saying, a string of bubbles suddenly appeared under the tortoise shell of the

tortoise shell man, and then a green egg bigger than the goose egg floated out.

“…………” Lao Dao.

“…………” Old Xu.In the mud,

the dead waiter with his eyes closed,

his expression eased a little.

Xu Qinglang squatted down beside the puddle, and the old Taoist priest also squatted down again

"It's a terrible desire to survive. It's even forcing the male tortoise to lay eggs."

The Taoist priest looked at Xu Qinglang and asked:

"do turtles also have male and female?"

"Generally speaking, it depends on the thickness of the tail. The tail of male tortoise is bigger than that of female tortoise.

There is also whether the belly armor is sunken. The male turtle has obvious sunken, and the female turtle is flat. The tortoise J is matched in a male up and female down position. In order to avoid slipping from the female's shell during mating, the male's abdominal armor is slightly sunken, which can just block the female's protruding back shell; however, the female does not need this structure, so the abdominal armor is flat. "

The old Taoist priest widened his eyes and looked at Xu Qinglang a few more times.

"Lao Xu, didn't you say you didn't cook with a turtle? How could you know so clearly?"

"I've been a turtle."

"Oh..."

Seems to make sense.

Lao Dao took out a cigarette and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it. Some lamented: "it's a pity that an egg, though a little big, is not enough to eat. It's not enough to fry a meal."

"Gudu!"

Another egg,

rolled out of the lower edge of the shell.

“OHH！！！！”

The old Taoist excitedly pointed to the egg suspended in the puddle.

Xu Qinglang stroked his forehead, but there was no fuck to say.

In the distance, there was only one dead man with his head out in the mud, and he sighed softly.

Whoo

"Dong!"

The black girl knocks on the head of the dead man,

the dead man opens his eyes,

the black girl points to the dead man's face,

a face-to-face count,

but this count is just a mouth type, no voice.

The dead man giggled and closed his eyes again.

The black chick is too lazy to scold again. She turns her head and looks at the puddle.

Now the little uncle knows how to counsel and how to be afraid?

Why can't there be forced numbers in the early days?

Would it be better to go straight to the door and pay homage?

Anyway, my boss seems to have a dream of opening a zoo. You are the only one.

Now it's better,

to give his brother a hole and not to say,

now he has to work hard to lay eggs in order to survive,

why?

Why bother?

However, human needs and greed are infinite, and human demands for nature are unrestrained, which is clearly reflected in the Taoist priest.

"That, two, it's not good, it's not enough, three seems to be almost."

The old Taoist said,

looked forward to it,

but wait a moment,

didn't come out a smooth egg.

Can't hold it?

Alas,

a little disappointed.

The Deacon on the other side of Mudi, although he closed his eyes, clenched his teeth. He could feel his brother's efforts. Here, he was also cheering for his brother!

The Deacon didn't know how to lay eggs, but he felt that he would finish with all his strength.

Finally,

under the brothers' coming together,

gudu

The third egg came out, but it was one third smaller than the previous two. It should be to the limit.

"It's a good relationship. Three eggs a day is enough."

The old Taoist stroked his goatskin beard,

"we are called Da Yinyu. We live in the center of the city, but we can take care of our living materials immediately. It was the fruits and vegetables that settled before, and the eggs that settled now. After a while, we can catch some pig demons or cow demons, and we don't need to buy meat.

I used to think that the boss always liked to bring things home, and that he didn't live a very good life. Now I think it's really wrong for the boss. This is the rhythm of starting a small farm by myself. "

"Don't think it's too beautiful. Would you like eggs?"

"Yes, it's so fresh."

"Not disgusting?"

"What's disgusting? When the chicken keeper takes the egg from the chicken coop, the egg is still stuck with chicken droppings."

"But it's no use trying to eat. The boss must want him to die."

"Oh, yes."

The old way is to smash your mouth.

between your appetite and your boss's personal likes and dislikes,

he knows,

must be the latter, and it is absolutely dominant."Boss, are you awake?"

The voice of the little boy came.

The old road squatting beside the puddle turned around with Xu Qinglang and saw Zhou Ze standing up and coming this way.

"Boss, are you ok?" Lao Dao says hello right away.

When Zhou Ze looked at the Taoist priest,

in his eyes,

was a little complicated,

this complicated vision made the Taoist priest feel hairy.

In the past, every time I went out with my boss and ate the wrong food or had to encounter something, my boss seemed to have this vision.

"Old Zhou, this guy is still alive."

Xu Qinglang points to the turtle shell man in the puddle, which means please Zhou Ze to give him a hand and solve it earlier, then it's easy to clean here.

"I just heard the old saying, he wants to eat turtle eggs?"

"No, no, rumors, nonsense, no way!"

Lao Dao hurriedly waved to deny.

"Since you like to eat turtle eggs, you should keep them for laying. Go find one yourself Oh no, Lao Xu, you've been working hard. Go to find a big fish tank to help Lao Dao keep it. "

Although Xu Qinglang felt some inexplicable, he nodded his head.

"Here This... " The old man rubbed his hands with embarrassment. "How interesting is that, boss?"

Zhou Ze goes to Lao Dao, who stands up in silence.

Boss Zhou put his hand on Lao Dao's shoulder and patted him gently,

whisper:

"Lao Dao."

"Ah, yes, sir, what can I do for you?"

"Have some good food."