The daily life of a full-level boss (MTL)

119-120

    "Let's go, let's go pick mushrooms first!"

    Qu Zhong clapped the mud on his hands, and continued to move forward with a relaxed expression, but he didn't know that his series of actions had shocked the rest of the group.

    In just a few minutes, the branches of the tree were already covered with about twenty rabbits, swaying in the wind like a string of sausages for

    a while, and the few people didn't know how to continue the conversation, so they started to walk silently.

    In the end, it was Liu Huiyuan who found a stubborn mouth: "Boss Qu, where did you buy a few dogs, and you can still hunt..."

    This speaks the mind of home, and even Liao Yeyun is eager to try it.

    But Qu Zhong's words quickly interrupted his hopes.

    "These two are just picked up on the road..." Qu Zhong carefully recalled the situation of encountering a few, pointing to Hanako and Roudanzi and said first.

    Then he pointed to the plump Lingmo dog: "This one was bought online."

    As for Wuyue, he wanted to laugh a little: "This one came back with Hanako, I don't know who lost it."

    Everything he said was true.

    Hanako and meat dumplings were picked up and fed in the spirit beast garden, Lingmo dog was bought from pp world, and Wuyue was Hanako's partner who didn't know where to find it.

    As for the other few, the situation is in these cases.

    Except for the sparrow fish...

    it was left by the ancestors of the Duan family, but now Qu Zhong is sure that the ancestors of the Duan family are not Duan Sheli's ancestors, nor his ancestors.

    After all, Duan Sheli and Pei Ling also occupied the body of a deceased person at the beginning, so if you count it...just

    barely...half?

    "There is still such good luck to pick up such a good dog!" Liu Huiyuan was surprised.

    "No one can stop this luck." Qu Zhong laughed, picked a leaf, and played a tune he learned in the world of self-cultivation for a few people.

    At that time, there was no difference between nights and nights, and there was no need to eat every day. It seemed that there was a lot more time.

    In order to pass the time, Qu Zhong learned to blow leaves, and he also linked leaf blowing with the spiritual power of soothing emotions.

    The melodious tune drifted away, and several people felt relieved, and all the tension in the body and the fatigue caused by walking disappeared.

    In this gentle tune, they finally walked into the No. 5 hill.

    Just at the fence on the top of the No. 5 hill, Qu Zhong saw that many people in the Huang family's mountain were leaning on the railing and looking here.

    Seeing a group of people walking in the woods, the tourists immediately shouted and stopped a few people.

    "How can you walk in the reserve?" An uncle dressed as a tourist asked curiously as

    everyone looked at Qu Zhong and waited for him to reply.

    "This is the forest of my house, of course I can come in!" Qu Zhong shrugged, his face taken for granted.