He was so drunk that when others dealt with the honeycomb, several people would smoke it together. He was alone and would smoke it if he didn't have enough cigarettes, which of course angered the hornets.

John ran and shouted, "Run away!"

Xining rolled her eyes, walked to the wooden barrel, picked up the wooden barrel with her roots, poured the sea water inside, and then held the wooden barrel on John's head: "Run to the river, lift the reeds as wheat pipes, and hide them in the water."

"Oh, OK!" John ran to the river with the barrel.

But the problem is, the direction of running seems to be wrong, right?

The hornet chased John. Although one or two of them circled around her for a few times, they looked like grass and continued to "buzz" with the large army.

"Ah, hornet!" If someone happens to meet them, they are unlucky.

Xining squatted down helplessly, poked out a whisker, and touched the small tentacles on the top of her head. She was completely desperate and wanted to cry. Can there be a more useless owner?

When the teacher came over, he used magic to drive away all the hornets. This time, half of the students in the class had bags on their faces.

Of course, Xining was...resolutely refused to admit: "What hornet? What's the matter with my master? Why didn't I get bitten?"

Nonsense, you are grass. Have you ever seen hornets sting desperately at seaweed? Even if it is land weeds, hornets will not bite them.

Looking at Xining's black eyes, John, whose face was twice as big as he could only move his swollen sausage mouth, vaguely: "Horse, horse, hornet, me, I whimper..."

The teacher could only say: "Okay, I know, don't say it, and take good care of the wound."

What made Xining angry was that Watmede was not among the stinged personnel, and he got a golden-eyed eagle and signed a master-servant contract.

The students surrounded Watmede, looking at the foot of the head standing on Watmede's arm, which was small but already majestic golden-eyed eagle, and enviously.

Recalling, it was also at this time that Watmede's luck began to increase. After collecting the Golden Eagle, he began to collect monsters everywhere like a cheat. When he received the twelfth, he received the Fire Dragon.

It was also at this time that the body master had lost the freshness and excitement of the first contract beast, and his life became more and more miserable.

When he was taking the bus back, Xining was a little dissatisfied: "Why can't we take a carriage with carriages?"

Seeing that my face was swollen like this, wouldn’t it be laughed at by others when I go back all the way?

John moved slightly and swollen like two sausages' mouths: "You, don't you want to bask in the sun?"

The blood in Hining's body, no, was almost moved to the boil. Most of this was the feeling of the body owner, and indeed the body owner followed John wholeheartedly. No matter how weak John was, he was still a good master. He treated the contract beast with all his heart!

Back in the house where there was no window and even a wall that had been removed from its existence, Xining carefully used his roots to scrape off the mucus on his body and evenly apply John's bitten area.

Although the mucus in kelp is not a magic pill, it can bring coolness and relieve burning pain.

Thinking of not saying that the monster was not caught, and the red bean bag on his face was bitten. It seems that we need to change our strategy and save the country in a curve. No matter what we say, we must make John a qualified summoner...even if it is a junior!

With the Golden Eagle, Watmede lets it stand on his shoulders or arms, bringing it in and out every day, showing that he is also a summoner.

He is such a person. As long as he is a stronger contract beast, he will choose the strong and abandon the weak. In the end, the fire dragon follows him every day, just like Jurassic Park. The earth will shake whenever he passes by.

But Watmede said that it was the Fire Dragon who didn't like to stay in the space.

Tsk, the Fire Dragon actually hates being with such shameless people. It is a dragon clan, the Fire Dragon. It likes to sleep when you have nothing to do, and eat and walk around the world with humans every day!

John still carried the bucket of Xining, went to school every day, and then went to lunch.

He always sat down at a table with sunshine. Because he knew it was him, many noble students deliberately avoided it. Only DiCaprio never cared about it and still sat opposite him. DiCaprio smiled unconcealedly at John's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and smiled brightly, which was a smile without any maliciousness. To be honest, John's honor at this time was indeed funny.

The next day, DiCaprio brought a ointment specializing in treating bee venom and gave it to John.

John was flattered, and after he went back and applied it, it did have some effect. The next day, the swelling subsided. After another week, even the red dots disappeared, and the injury was completely healed.

John knew that the other party had no airs and talked more to DiCaprio, and he became more and more cheerful invisibly.

Looking at the handsome DiCaprio, Xining could only sigh slightly. In this game, Watmede could beat DiCaprio.

It's strange that Watmede only includes three summoned beasts, including the body master. The body master did not appear at all, but why could he win?

The owner of this body didn't know because it was locked in the space and was not released at all. Even if it was released, no one told it about the scene at that time.

Xining felt so uncomfortable when she thought that a good person would be abused by a scumbag. But what can we do to make DiCaprio continue to be the male lead?

"Well, your Xining seems to have grown a lot!" DiCaprio said curiously.

Have you grown up? Xining looked at herself and seemed to have grown up because the spacious buckets of water used to become a little crowded.

DiCaprio held his fingers on his cheek and looked at her curiously: "It is said that some kelp can grow up to dozens of meters long,"

"Is that true?" John was a little surprised. He looked at Xining in the bucket beside him, imagining what a terrifying look like that of Xining, dozens of meters long.

But Xining stood up and looked at DiCaprio happily: "Is that true?"

"Yeah!" DiCaprio gave an idea: "Because no one has ever had this kind of summoning beast, you'd better ask a professor."

Xining immediately jumped out of the wooden barrel, picked up the bucket with one hand, and pulled John: "Go and go and find the professor."

"Wait a minute, I haven't eaten my lunch yet!" John shouted in a hurry.

Another whisker dragged his plate up.

So everyone saw a green seaweed, carrying a dining plate, a bucket, and dragging his owner out.

Xining looked at the professor, and the middle-aged cold-faced uncle also looked at her, and the golden-eyed black cat licked his paws not far away. John was on one side, continuing to eat his lunch, while staring at the professor and her big eyes.

After a while, the professor walked to the side, searched for something in a bunch of miscellaneous things, and finally found a very large and thick book.

"Boom~" was placed on the table, and a burst of dust rose.
Chapter completed!