Undead Farm

Chapter 162 Claypot Rice

When the blood madness fell into the lava, the demons also ushered in her crisis.

I saw a huge green Tai Sui pulling up high, and then continuously spraying the little Tai Sui with a diameter of half a meter at her, like a huge bubble machine, and in a short while, more than 200 Tai Sui were crawling on the ground. Jumping little green Tai Sui.

Wanmo knew that once she was touched by these things, she would definitely end up dead, but like the blood madness, she was also in an almost completely closed valley, and the only exit was blocked by the immobile giant. Lu Tai Sui was blocked.

"Master Ye and the captain must have encountered danger too, don't try to block my way!"

Panting, Wan Mo opened her hand and used up her last bit of mana to summon another [-] flame eggs. Before that, she had blasted them for two rounds, but those little Tai Sui were like flies that couldn't be killed. Some mana is simply not enough to consume.

"Is the limit..."

Looking at the blocked gap, Wan Mo couldn't help touching the bouncing broad beans on his waist, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered Ye Sangeng's voice and smile, he paused and gritted his teeth.

"No! This is not my limit!"

The night bee was even more miserable. What he landed in was a strange blue "forest". Every step he took, he had to worry about whether there would be something strange flying around him, whether a sharp thorn would emerge from the ground. Thorn.

Just now, his face was swollen from being slapped by those bluish-blue monsters that kept flying by, but he just couldn't catch them, and he couldn't even see them clearly.

With a slap, Ye Feng's right cheek was slapped hard again by something flying past, Ye Feng took a mouthful of blood, and reached his hand into his pocket.

"Want to play, don't you? I'll play with you to the fullest!"

Bang!
Obsidian took a few steps back and shook his swollen arms. In front of him was a white stone man covered in thorns. His fist was the size of a casserole. What was even more frightening was that this guy actually There are six arms!
Just now, he managed to withstand the opponent's violent punches, and even his shield was slightly deformed by the hammer. One can imagine how powerful the opponent is.

"Step aside!"

Obsidian looked at the hole behind the white stone man and shouted angrily.

What he fell into was a cave, but it was a pity that there was only one exit from this cave, and he was stopped by this monster, and he had to lie down on it if he wanted to get out.

The stone man did not retreat, nor did he reply to his words. Instead, he punched six times, and the spikes on his body suddenly shot out like a rainstorm. Obsidian's expression changed and he quickly closed his double shields to cover his body.

After only hearing a dull sound of thump, thump, thud, the obsidian that was shaken to the gut directly sprayed a mouthful of blood on the shield.

"Do you think that shield fighters have a good temper and can only defend but not attack?"

Obsidian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, separated the shield and assumed an attacking posture.

"I'll correct your thinking!"

But behind him, those stone thorns that had failed were quietly merging, and soon another new stone man climbed up...

In the Avengers mercenary team, it seems that only Soul Killer is relatively leisurely.

He looked up at the dark mouth of the well, and touched his head helplessly.

He had been at the bottom of the well for 10 minutes. Although nothing attacked him, he had no way to climb out of the 50-meter-deep black well.

The wall of the well was so smooth that he couldn't draw on it at all, and it was so strong that his spear couldn't even pierce a hole in it.

What's worse, just as he sat down, he was horrified to find that the wall of the well was slowly shrinking, as if it wanted to pinch him into a meat sauce.

Seeing this, Soul Slaughter's heart trembled, and he raised his head and shouted at the mouth of the well:

"Hey! Is there anyone up there? Anyone can do it, help!"

……

In the middle of the night, he really wanted to call for help, but he couldn't even move his little finger.

The blond woman didn't ask him to eat, she obviously wanted to take him to eat!
Even though his whole body was wrapped in a ball of golden mucus into amber, he would not die of suffocation, but anyone would feel horrified watching a woman sharpen a kitchen knife in front of him, right?
blah blah blah...

The blond woman raised the knife, scraped the blade with her fingertips, and nodded with satisfaction:
"My son, the knife has been sharpened, let's start cooking! By the way, do you remember how to make claypot rice?"

The woman looked at the middle of the night and smiled: "Forget that you can't talk now, it's okay, mother said, listen!"

"There are only two keys to this claypot rice, one is the rice and the other is the meat. I have already cooked the rice, and this is the best golden rice! Golden rice that can only be watered with your brother's flesh and blood!"

The woman pointed to the earthenware pot at her feet, which was filled with golden rice cooked to maturity, still steaming freely.

The strange thing is that there are four small thumb-sized squares of green, red, white and green on the rice, very similar to the black Tai Sui who was swallowed by him back then.

"It's a pity that your brothers and sisters are either glue or stones, and none of them are filial and fleshy. Fortunately, you are still filial, Xiao Hei. Today, as a mother, you can finally eat decent claypot rice!"

After saying that, the woman came to Ye San Geng with a knife. With a tap of her finger, the amber wrapped in Ye San Geng broke into pieces, but the part wrapping his feet was still solidified, which made him still unable to escape.

"What little black? Auntie, you must have misunderstood the person. My name is Ye Sangeng. I'm very white, not black!"

While talking, Ye Sangen quietly took out the bouncing broad bean, and was about to throw it into his mouth. With a pop, his hand was once again stuck and fixed by the quick-popping mucus.

It's this trick again!

At midnight, his face turned pale. The woman's attack speed was so fast that he was restrained before he could even react.

Now I can't swallow the broad beans that bounce back. Is it really going to be chopped up by the other party and boiled into claypot rice?
This way of dying is too embarrassing!

"Tsk tsk, Xiao Hei, you are not good. Are you looking for the few friends you brought? Don't worry, I will naturally bring them over when you are done. Speaking of which, I haven't been here for a long time. There are guests here, why not use them to cook more dishes to celebrate!"

Celebrate you asshole!Using guests as food, you old woman is very bad!
But in the middle of the night, he didn't dare to curse out loud. Now that every second counts, blood madness and the others don't mention it, that Yize should always have a way to save him, right?

"Oh, by the way, why don't you catch up with a friend before that?" The blond woman suddenly remembered something, patted her head, and went back to the house to pick up another amber like a kitten.

In the middle of the night, he fixed his eyes and rolled his eyelids.

It was none other than the one locked in the amber, and it was his only hope for a comeback:

Little Yellow Maize!
　Thank you for your reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)