This joke, anyone with a little brain can guess - this guy on the third floor is coming to him!

He suddenly turned around and grabbed the madam's wrist: "Who is this guy upstairs?"

"I don't know... it's just a man... bald, I, I don't know... the first time I saw him..." The madam's wrist was so painful that she wanted to break free, but she couldn't.

"Bald?" Laoke with the knife quickly compared the powerful people he knew in his heart.

It seems... no one is bald!

At this moment, his breath relaxed a little, and he threw away the madam.

"I said brother, if you do this, then show your face. What do we have to say and what we have in person, so as not to... make many unnecessary misunderstandings. This is not good for you and not good for me. What do you say?"

Everyone looked up at the third floor.

Everyone wants to see what kind of person this special picky person is.

Ding Temple frowned and approached Feng Chenglin: "This is a branch that has arisen..."

Feng Chenglin looked at the show, "Live!"

Decision of the temple: "..."

Their main purpose is to find old customers with swords.

Now, people are here, and there are troubles.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so calm.

unless--

He suddenly understood something and looked at the third floor: "No... right?!"

On the third floor, there was no sound.

The old guest with the knife called twice before a voice came from: "My grandma... My body is a bit inappropriate recently, and it is inconvenient, but... ahem..."

He suddenly coughed and had obvious gasps.

Everyone: "..."

Listening to this sound, his body is completely old.

At this age, why are you going to have to worry about it?

Could it be that you are not afraid of going too far and dying on the girl's belly, which will make you uncomfortable for the rest of your life!?

The old guest wearing the sword also sneered: "I said, "Brother, you are afraid that you are too determined but not enough, right? Even if you give the girl to you, can you still cross the horse and rush the gun?"

"Ha ha……"

The men watching laughed, while the girls were blushing.

"Cough cough..." The coughing on the third floor was a little lighter, but there was still a clear gasp: "What I want to do has nothing to do with you. If you have money, then continue to bid. If you don't have money, get out of here. Don't waste my time and affect my mood..."

The bald man on the third floor seemed to be annoyed and his speech became hard.

How could the old guest with swords be spoiled by him: "Your time? Even if you give you time, I'm afraid I can't hold on for long..."

Such connotational words made everyone stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

Time is a sensitive topic for men!

For an old man who is about to die and has difficulty speaking, even if he is given enough time, he may not be able to do much time.

Among the girls, someone laughed and scolded: "You men are bad. You are talking so well, and you have to say something that makes people feel shy..."

"What's shy about it? Don't you want to find someone that takes longer?"

"Hate……"

“…”

It was laughing again.

Laoke is very satisfied with the semantic puns of these people, which is exactly what he likes.

"Old man, have you heard it? The girls are worried about you, afraid that you don't have much time... I want me to tell you, you should go home and rest quickly, don't stand in the pit, it's nothing, it's not like that, it's a waste to delay Miss Cuicui's wedding night..."
Chapter completed!