Chapter 74 This is the septic tank explosion

Author: Momo Youwen

Chapter 74 This is the septic tank explosion

When he woke up, Wu Liu felt much more relaxed, and his hazy vision saw the sunset sinking in the distance.

The setting sun melts gold, and the evening clouds combine.

Another day has passed. Tang Xiaosan and his father should have completed the plot of Zhao Wuji's second serious injury. I really want to go back to watch the scene every day. The Star Dou Forest is full of trees. If you stay there, she will be green.

"Sir," Quan Ling saw her looking like she was awake, her eyes were slightly kind, and her face was full of a spring breeze. "I found that the adult had a strange jar in the storage room. Please take a look."

Wu Liu's clear and bright blue eyes cast a puzzled look at him, "What a strange jar?"

The little girl's nose moved, she stood up for no reason, put on her shoes, and came to the storage room with Quan Ling.

The storage room is about fifty square meters, with many wooden shelves inside, with lots of debris, small horses, small balls, bottles and jars, rare plants and wooden sticks, etc., and a lot of little girls’ things.

On one of the racks was a large brown ceramic jar. The lid was slightly lifted open, and a stinky smell similar to a mouse that had been dead for ten thousand years was overflowing from it. The storage room was stinky, making the visitor extremely uncomfortable and covered his mouth and nose.

Quan Ling stood in front of Wuliu, frowned, and said with a heavy voice: "Sir, this is it."

The little girl Wuliu had big eyes full of innocent eyes. She smiled and said depressedly: "Did you open it and see it?"

Quan Ling coughed a few times, her long eyelashes trembled, and she replied embarrassedly: "Yes, sir, we found that there is a kind of black tofu inside."

In fact, a little girl was curiously flipping through things at noon. She opened it and ran away because of the stench. She thought it was a family heirloom of the Klang tribe, so she called him to take a look...

The Klang tribe is known as the "dung beetle" in the world, and its talent skills are spraying feces and pushing balls.

Wu Liu brows danced with a proud voice: "This is the big treasure I have made. It should be seven or eight days to count the time."

Quan Ling's pupils were trembling. Are you kidding? This stinky skill is comparable to Klang's talent, but it is actually a big treasure. Could it be that a handsome man from the Klang tribe has come to perform his ecstasy??!

He is sorry to the old patriarch!

It was because he didn't take good care of his adult family!

Quan Ling was so scared that he said with difficulty: "Is there any misunderstanding?"

He would rather believe that this was their inadequate patrol, giving the Klang tribe an opportunity to take advantage of.

The little girl Wuliu happily put the big jar into her mustard space. Yan Xiaoyan looked at the stiff Quan Ling, her eyes shining, and her little hands patted his thighs... She originally wanted to pat her shoulders, but her height still has too much room for development.

"I'll go to Soto City to play. If Uncle Tiantian comes here, please tell me," she is going to give everyone in Shrek Academy... Hehehehe

Just be happy to think about it (≧≦)/

Quan Ling couldn't speak in his throat. For the first time, he found that he was speechless and he nodded numbly.

The little girl Wuliu jumped past him. She decided to set out now and arrive in Soto City at dawn, so that the future Shrek Seven Monsters could taste this beautiful fresh tofu.

This idea even brought Wu Liu's talented skill to a higher level.

...

At around five o'clock in the morning, the moon was embedded in the sky, like an extremely huge pearl, emitting light like a layer of veil, covering the entire world.

At this moment, the village of Shrek Academy was surprisingly surprisingly dark, and a figure in a black cloak quietly passed by, as if looking for something, and soon slipped into a separate room.

The vision was pulled in and it turned out to be the kitchen, and the orange lights suddenly lit up.

A figure was busy, burning the fire, chopping vegetables, putting oil, boiling, taking out a jar, lifting the lid, and putting the contents inside into the hot oil.

"Sizizi-"

The sound of fried dough was accompanied by a stinky and domineering smell, and quickly spread around.

"Fuck, who fucked the septic tank?!"

"What's the disgusting smell?"

"The cottage exploded?"

In less than a quarter of an hour, Shrek and others were dressing, looking for the source of the odor.

Finally, I came to the kitchen in disbelief...
Chapter completed!