Traveling Through the Stars

  Chapter 1270 Orange Spoon

  The orange porcelain spoon is weak in strength, and cannot hold the fighting power of the spoon and the Wu spoon, only to be beaten. A few minutes later, Zhan Zao and Wu Zao stopped, and the orange porcelain spoon ran to the side to make a circle.

  If you are not satisfied with the orange porcelain spoon? It served, and was beaten even if it refused to accept it. The Orange Porcelain Spoon was beaten to figure it out, and then I would mix it with Zhan Spoon and Wu Spoon, let it do what it did, and never make trouble again.

This matter is now considered a turnaround. Lan Rui ran to look for the orange porcelain spoon before leaving: "My station is not far from here. If you have time, you can go and play with me. Then I will take you to splash people." Lan Rui still didn't give up, and he seized the opportunity to abduct the orange porcelain spoon.

  The orange porcelain spoon immediately stood up, and Wu Laozi jumped over and called for a spoon. The orange porcelain spoon instantly wilted and lay flat.

  What does it mean to remember to eat or not, it’s like an orange porcelain spoon, which is forgotten as soon as it is beaten. You see, Wu Shaozi called for a spoon and then disappeared. It's not a long memory, and it makes people angry and unremarkable.

  Robi does not wait to see the orange porcelain spoon like this: "It's still too light."

  Lan Rui was abducted and failed, shook his head and left. Yang Zaicong, Guan Yan and Hu Yi came over and led the group to leave with a few words, and the crowd dispersed. The eight abalone crabs are out of the pot, and there is only a smell to stay here, it is better to collect materials.

  Lin Yanchong pondered for a while and named the orange porcelain spoon Orange Spoon. No one had any objection to this, so he called it that way.

  Orange spoon knows that it is noisy. I don’t catch a cold with the name. Seeing that everyone is busy ignoring it, the spoon gets up and rushes into the array to make trouble. When people shoot splashes, they also shoot splashes. People scoop up fresh water and kick them into the river when they go up.

  Feng Ling held his forehead and laughed blankly.

"What kind of array? Whose? Take it away." Roger was smirked directly: "Robi was right, but he beat him too lightly. This kid hasn't changed his instincts. The whole thing is a bad fetus. "

"Chief instructor! Hurry up and take your orange spoon away." Bai Juan shouted loudly after listening, and complained by the way: "It made trouble again. It kicked all the fresh fish that it had scooped into the river. It's a big red tongs crab. Woolen cloth!"

  Lin Yanchong glanced at the surface of the river, only when he didn’t hear him, he couldn’t control the orange spoon, nor could he take it away.

  Roger subconsciously looked for Battle Spoon and Wu Spoon, and Zhan Spoon followed Zhan Di and was commanding a small team to fight. He was like a small adult, full of momentum, and ignored the Orange Spoon at all.

  Wu Lao had just got a small fireball, and he was holding a fresh river stir-fry dish, and he was not free.

  As a result, Orange Spoon went crazy, and sneaked a two-pound red pincer crab and stuffed it into Zhan Di’s arms. Zhan Di was unclear, so Zhan Spoon turned the spoon and found that he had got an oversized red pincer crab, turned it back silently, and acquiesced.

  Otherwise, it's a punch!

  At this time, the Lifeng soup in the kitchen area is almost ready. The crab claws and crab legs on the grill are crispy and delicious. The attractive fragrance is floating in the air, and you can smell it from far away.

  Qin Yilang gave an order, and the sergeants stopped and rushed to grab the crab soup. Needless to say, the taste of crab roe is not ordinary and delicious. Whoever eats the crab roe quickly, the slower one? Sorry, a bowl of crab soup, no matter if you are full.

  Robi was assigned two crab claws. Although she couldn't increase her combat power after eating, the crab claws were given to her tacitly. The crab legs were divided by senior officers such as Roger and Qin Yilang, each for a short period of time, no matter how full they were, they were full of energy.

  (End of this chapter)