Global Cultivation Era: I Have Hundred Times Rewards

　　 The little turkey is about to collapse.

　　 You guys are bullying chicken too.

　　 "Haha!" Seeing the little turkey's head slumped, even Fang Qingxian couldn't help laughing.

　　 Admired the extraordinary and said: "Don't be depressed, my wife must start with the doll."

　　 Little Turkey gave him an angry look.

　　 Am I starting from the doll?

　　 I special, this is from the placenta.

　　 Fang said leisurely: "Brother Mu, if there is nothing wrong, I will leave first."

　　 "Wait, Sect Master Yan is not here, and the yard renovation is up to you."

　　 Fang Qingxian:? ? ?

　　 Mu Feifan: "Make a chicken farm."

　　 Fang Qingxian looked shocked: "Brother Mu, you really want to switch to raising chickens. Doesn't it fragrant to cultivate immortals?"

　　Who expected, the little turkey cried in excitement.

　　 It’s good to raise chickens.

　　 What is good about Xiu Xian?

　　Who is beautiful?

　　 One day passed.

　　Because Mu Feifan had been in the Spirit Kitchen for a while, Xiao Yue also went to the Temple of War to practice boringly.

　　 At night, Xiao Yue pushed open the door of the small courtyard from outside and immediately retreated out of fright.

　　 He glanced at the outside environment blankly.

　　 "I didn't go wrong, right? This should be Brother Fan's yard. Why has it changed so much?" Xiao Yue was a little confused.

　　 "Come in, I am here." Admiring Feihua's voice came from the courtyard.

　　Xiao Yue was overjoyed, opened the door, and said, "Brother Fan, you are finally willing to come back from the kitchen, but why did our yard become like this?"

　　 At this moment, a large shed was built in the courtyard, which was covered with thick straw.

　　 The most surprising thing is that more than 300 eggs were placed in the shed.

　　 "Raise chickens," Mu Feihua said casually.

　　 Xiao Yue was stunned: "I thought these eggs were for eating."

　　 "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

　　 Admired the extraordinary: "Don't talk nonsense, these are the wives carefully selected for Xiao Jiji."

　　 Xiao Yue was speechless.

　　 With so many wives, is it busy with a chicken?

　　 Especially, when Xiao Yue saw the little turkey sitting next to each other and wanted to speed up the hatching, she was even more surprised.

　　 When do roosters like to hatch eggs?

　　 "Xiao Yueyue, can you sing?" Mu Feifan asked abruptly.

　　 Mentioned this, Xiao Yue said modestly: "I like singing, dancing, rap and basketball, but why do you ask this?"

　　 Mu Feihua handed over an amplification note, and said solemnly: "Prenatal education! Listen to music for them."

　　 Fuck!

　　 Prenatal education?

　　 Are you serious?

　　 Xiao Yue was completely stunned!

　　 After a while, a heart-piercing voice broke out in the yard.

"the vast horizon is my love!"

　　 "Flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills!"

　　 "You are the little apple in my heart!"

　　 "I don't want to love you too much!"

　　 "Always sing the most dazzling ethnic style..."

　　 "It is the most beautiful gesture in the entire sky!"

　　 I saw Xiao Yue kneeling halfway in front of the chicken shed, holding the amplifying note, deeply devoted, and fully interpreting what ghost crying wolf howling is.

　　 The corners of Mu Fandian's mouth twitched: "Satsukiyue, have you sung?"

　　 Xiao Yue scratched her head: "No, I sing the most dazzling little apple."

　　 Mu Feifan: "Or... let's stop singing."

　　 "Why?" Xiao Yue sang vigorously.

　　 "I'm afraid of dystocia."

　　 Suddenly, the courtyard door was pushed open.

　　 I saw Hong Yu walk in with a smile, with an extremely excited expression: "Yeah, are both Master and Second Master here?"

　　 Xiao Yue looked embarrassed: "You still call me Xiao Yueyue, I can't bear this sound."

　　 "It's easy to talk, Brother Yue!"

　　 "Brother Rain!"

　　 "If you sing, add me." Hong Yu said.

　　 Xiao Yue asked suspiciously: "You can also sing?"

　　Aren’t all people from different worlds playing piano and flute? When did you understand pop music?

　　 Hong Yu smiled and said: "I used to hear Master hum a few sentences before, and I wrote them down."

　　 Mu extraordinary:...

　　 This unbearable past, it makes people want to die in place.

After a few minutes.

　　 A more torn voice rushed out of the yard.

　　 With the blessing of the PA note, it seems that the entire Jianlu Island is filled with singing.

　　 "Love you when you die!"

　　 "If you don't get it to the full, it's not fun!"

　　 "How deep the feeling is, only this way is enough to confess!"

　　 "……"

　　 "The destruction of the universe... the heart! Also! It is!"

　　 Xiao Yue and Hong Yu sang in duet, and when they reached the climax, they became more engaged.

　　 Mu Feihua held his forehead with one hand, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

　　 What the **** is their affectionate look at each other?

　　 It seems that the two are really going through life and death.

　　 "Stop singing!"

　　 "Who disturbs the people in the middle of the night!"

　　 "Also let people not sleep?"

　　 Suddenly, roars sounded from the back yards.

　　 Xiao Yue and Hong Yu originally wanted to continue a paragraph, but they stopped in embarrassment after hearing this.

　　 At this time, the little turkey who was hatching its eggs suddenly let out a scream!

　　 The voice was extremely distorted.

　　 It sprang up suddenly.

　　 The three of them were dumbfounded.

what happened?

　　 Even chickens can fly?

　　 I saw the little turkey covering his **** with chicken wings, as if he had suffered a huge injury.

　　 Xiao Yue said: "In this love and this scene, I really want to sing a song of chrysanthemum broken, hurt all over the floor."

　　 At this time, they saw the egg that the little turkey was sitting on just now, and the egg shell cracked.

　　 Presumably the small turkey's scorpion was injured by the shell.

　　 "It's going to be born." Mu Feihua's expression was a little surprised.

　　 Listening to music can still help birth?

　　 The next moment, more and more eggs cracked.

　　 Numerous little hairy heads emerged from it.

　　 These little yellow chickens were originally ordinary first-class monsters~www.novelmt.com~ but Mu Feihua secretly increased them all.

　　 Anyway, there are eggs on the outside, who knows what is pregnant inside.

　　 Now they have the power of second-level monster beasts as soon as they are born.

　　 The blood is stronger.

　　 But the yellow hair on the heads of the little yellow chickens, why are they so bursting?

　　 Rock head?

　　 Mu Fandian stared at Xiao Yue and Hong Yu with weird expressions.

　　 Xiao Yue: "These chickens and heads are all fashionable."

　　 Hong Yu: "It's so wild, I want to make one too."

　　 The little turkey was extremely excited, and felt like being a chicken king and sitting on three thousand harem beauties.

　　 It feels that it has reached the pinnacle of chicken life!

　　 Mu Feifan said: "These little yellow chickens, all the females are left, and the males are given away."

　　 "How do you see their gender?" Xiao Yue asked.

　　 Mu extraordinary:...

　　 This is indeed a problem.

　　 "Wow!" The little turkey volunteered to stand up.

　　 It decided to try the law.

　　 Mu Feihua is overjoyed: "Okay, you are worthy of being Xiaoji, I have a high level of mental consciousness, and this work is left to you."

　　 The little turkey rubbed the chicken wings, eager to try.

　　 The three of them left immediately and went back to sleep.

　　 But I heard that that night, the whole chicken shed was full of **** crows.

　　 The little turkey stayed up all night.

　　 The next day, Mu Feifei found a weak-looking little turkey outside the chicken shed.

　　 didn't know what method it used, it actually divided all the little yellow chickens into gender.

　　At this moment, all the hens have been raised in captivity.

　　 Admired the extraordinary and said: "A good one, you deserve to be the chicken **** of Jianlu Island!"

　　 Little Turkey gave him a white look.

　　 This chicken **** sounds nice or nice, but it’s a bit wasteful.