"Can you really do it?" Han Fei, who was originally at a disadvantage, turned around and sang. Not only did he feel that he was not good at it, but he was also worried about his opponent.

Su Mengdie snorted coldly. Will she not be able to compare to an old antique? What an international joke? He raised his glass to pat the stone table: "Just put the horse over!" After that, he took a sip again.

Han Fei nodded and continued, "Good Lantern Festival, sit under the light; shouting to heaven, who is the man in his house; hate Yulang, without any intimate words..." He was stuck in an instant.

"Puff cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

Su Mengdie stared at someone opposite her sadly. Damn it, can't he say something human? Who will tell her why the ancient riddles are like this?

"It's still one to ten!" Han Fei blamed himself, only a few of them he could do.

"oh, ****!" Su Mengdie held it in for a long time, and said something like this. When he saw the man asking for a question, he stopped and gave in a very subtle guidance: "Han Fei, I am actually a straight person, I don't like complicated things. Are there any more straightforward things?" Just don't just talk.

Han Fei was in a dilemma. This was the easiest. When he went down, he really couldn't think of any riddles. When he walked up, he would definitely not guess it. But if he didn't say it, it would make the beauty chat with him unintentionally. After frowned for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up: "There is on the right, the lack of the left, the lack of the cold, the lack of the hot, the crying, the lack of laughing, the living, the dead, the deceased, the silly, the pockmarked, the monk, and the Taoist priest!" He felt that there was nothing more straightforward in the world than this.

Su Mengdie understood this time and lay down at the stone table as a thinker. The mute had, but the mazi had no, and the mazi had slapped the table and pointed at the man excitedly, "With a beautiful appearance, the mute might have, but the mazi had absolutely no, the handsome word "super"!"

This time it was Han Fei's turn to squirt, and he was not as rude as a woman. He reached out to his thin lips and waved his hand, "No!"

Yes, monks have, Taoist priests have no, she thinks that Taoist priests are much more handsome than monks. What exactly is it? I'm afraid I can't guess it in a short time, so I'll think about it carefully: "Don't talk about the answer to the riddle, let me guess it myself. One day I will tell you, I won't guess it!" Stop another one to ten riddles, which will cheat my father.

"Haha, okay, how have you been here recently?" He looked around and felt relieved that Qianxue was there.

Su Mengdie curled her lips: "Isn't it still the same? And do you think I am the kind of person who will suffer losses? It's not that I, Su Mengdie, can eat and dress well no matter where I go!" She just threw her into the pile of African refugees and was still prosperous. As long as I understand how to talk to people and talk to ghosts, it's hard to starve to death.

Han Fei stopped responding and remained silent. His Adam's apple rolled continuously. His hand holding the wine glass gradually increased its strength. It seemed that he had encountered an unspeakable problem. Sweat began to appear on his forehead, and he only raised his eyes after a long time.

A certain woman knew that he had something to say, and it was very heavy. Is it so difficult to speak? Do you want her to help him? It doesn't matter. As a friend, she could do whatever she wanted. Since that rainy night, she treated him as a brother and never forgot that person stood behind her silently holding an umbrella. She was the first to believe that she was a time traveler. As long as he could say it, she could help him.

I was not worried that I would ask her to kill and set fire. I was a friend, so I would not make such rude requests. I hope she would go to Fu Yunche? Now she has this usefulness.
Chapter completed!