Husband is Particularly Fierce

The green cocoon first became dim and bright as it tossed and turned for several days. The few of them had nothing better to do. Yuan Feiyu thought of the four of them, being able to play mahjong was an extremely good entertainment. However, there was no paper here, only rocks and wood. It was hard to hold a card in one's hand. He could only have a group of people help carve mahjong.

First, he used the spiritual energy's thread to cut off the jade-like stone that had been burnt by the fireball arts, cutting it into small wet body, then Yuan Feiyu asked everyone to draw on it with their weapons. At this point of time, he realized the benefits of Di Jiye. He was simply afraid of drawing the lines, the golden wingman was already drawn to the point where even ghosts could not recognize it. Although Xue Mei were a bit smarter, it was still very difficult for it to be mediocre. He could only use it.

The next step was a large wood type magic spell. The stones were like rubber mud, they were casually formed into a shape under her white claws, with a table and four chairs that matched Yuan Feiyu and the rest's height. The four of them sat down to play mahjong while Wood Spirit Body and Wood Spirit Body watched from the side.

He first explained the rules, and then began to play the board game, with Yuan Feiyu giving pointers.

In a short while, Qiu Xiaobao and the Xue Mei had learnt it, but the golden wingman was still fighting foolishly, making everyone look at him with disappointment.

Thankfully, they had enough time. Finally, all four of them had learned it. When the fight started, the only thing left was dried meat. Putting dried meat aside, whoever wins would be able to eat a piece of dried meat.

Yuan Feiyu's skill level was naturally the highest, and he had won quite a bit from the very beginning. The Xue Mei was also successful. The golden wingman looked at Yuan Feiyu taking away the dried meat one by one and cried in its heart.

He touched the card and held it between his large fingers, hesitating. Behind him, he heard someone giving him pointers. "Ji ji …"

The golden wingman extended her hand and a little chicken appeared. Qiu Xiaobao laughed: "It's done." Pushing down the cards just happened to be the right time to do so. He happily went to get some dried meat. golden wingman Ti Ming resentfully raised his head and looked at the person who came up with the idea. The golden round eyes immediately widened. "Eh …" "You came out."

Behind him stood a tall golden wingman, with a height of around 2.67 meters, similar to Ti Ming's height. It was a little bigger than the twenty percent birdman in Yuan Feiyu's memories. Upon closer look, it looked extremely similar to Di Jiye's devilish figure. Under the cover of his long golden hair, the dazzling to eye-catching, robust chest, a pair of golden-red dogwood balls on the chest, a distinct abdominal muscles, a perfect, flawless waist, buttocks, and sexy ravine, the big thing below seemed to have disappeared, and had been taken over by this thing.

Ti Ming looked at the good brothers, and asked in bird language: "You're done assimilating the powers?"

Di Jiye who was in his birdman form nodded. The quiet and clever golden eyes passed through Ti Ming and looked at him! Instantly, a look of joy appeared on his face.

Oh, good, the female was still there. He had been out during the hailstorm, and the thought that the female would starve to death with a baby made him anxious. It was impossible for him to have such a short period of assimilation, so he had to control his appetite. However, for some reason, he felt that his head was filled with spiritual qi and had entered the assimilation state. It was so fast that he couldn't even react.