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Chapter 63

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"It's your trick!"

Angrily grabbing a stone from the ground, Zhen Xiaoxiao threw it heavily at the crocodile's head!

Ping!

Caught off guard, the crocodile staggered!

No way! Why did the Eye Connection fail?

Before it could even get angry, the crocodile changed its target and stared fiercely at Small Gruel!

Ever since I was born, I have never failed! If there's something wrong with your body, then I'll eat the male first!

Small Gruel's eyes were calm. Not only did the crocodile fail to use the Mind-manipulating Technique on him, but after a breath, he had the illusion of being petrified by the other party's sluggish aura.

"One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three …"

Damn! He couldn't even count the number after three!

The crocodile's mouth flattened, and he almost cried out …

What kind of perverts are these two humans?!

"I'm hungry."

The dummy finally stopped counting. He rubbed his belly and complained to Zhen Xiaoxiao, feeling wronged.

Confronting the crocodile was indeed tiring, so Zhen Xiaoxiao turned his attention to the present.

Previously, he was too lazy to think about anything else, but now the situation had changed. He couldn't leave the mountain gate, so he had to think about all kinds of survival problems.

"Don't say that you're hungry. Yesterday, at least you swallowed a pill and drank some porridge. If you can't eat it, you can roast a wild boar. But what about me? I can't eat the food I cooked. Now my throat is so dry that it's smoking, but I can't even find a pot to boil water in! "

Not to mention the reward for tying for first place in the trial, Huang Yao Lao didn't even prepare a single basic survival item for him in this forest!

Thinking of this, Zhen Xiaoxiao was furious.

Compared to Tang Qi, who always had the word "bad" written on his face, Huang Big Nose's sinister and ruthless nature was even more disgusting!

"What the f * ck …"

Just as Zhen Xiaoxiao missed the big iron pot that he beat up the bully and cooked sh * t soup, but it broke under the crocodile's feet, a familiar and disturbing sound came from the layers of leaves under his feet.

"Another snake is coming!"

He jumped into the fool's arms.

"Small Gruel, beat it up!"

As Zhen Xiaoxiao shouted with confidence, Dumbo punched down.

The wind generated by the punch immediately stirred up layers of soil waves. The rotten leaves wrapped in mud splattered in all directions. Neither the poisonous snakes nor the beetles could withstand such a strong crushing force.

But this time, there was no Worm Snake with a flattened head. Small Gruel exerted his strength and pulled out a shining Green Leaf Cauldron from the mud.

"Here, the pot."

As usual, Small Gruel was a man of few words. His gaze was calm as he stuffed the green cauldron into Zhen Xiaoxiao's hands, as if he was giving her a gift.

"Damn, what's a cauldron? And this appearance … where have I seen it before? "

Zhen Xiaoxiao's mouth opened so wide that two eggs could be stuffed inside, but she quickly put all the shock behind her.

"Who cares! As long as it can hold water, it's the same for cooking medicine and meat! "

After all, he was a person who had seen the world. After experiencing the Worm Luring Soup and the Big Mouth Crocodile Monster, it was not strange for a big cauldron to grow in the ground. Why did he have to investigate its origin? In such a poor situation, he would be an idiot if he didn't use the pot!

Zhen Xiaoxiao, whose mentality was different from ordinary people, nimbly jumped out of Little Congee's arms. She casually stuffed the Fire-spitting Wild Boar, whose fur had been plucked by Little Congee earlier, into the cauldron.

Suddenly smelling the blood, the Seven Leaves Cauldron shook violently, as if it wanted to spit out the boar that had profaned its noble identity. But this shameful behavior of wasting food was immediately met with a punch from Small Gruel.

Crackle … Bang bang … Boom!

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