"No, no, no, I think it's pretty good, foreign style!" I said, smiling coquettishly.
"Indeed." Jiuye said, and also smiled.
"You all go to hell!" When Little Fatty heard this, he was not happy at the time. He lay down on the side and made a cynical look. Seeing him like this, I found it funny, so I looked up with a smile and saw the aunt who was delivering the food.
I walked over and stopped her and bought two bottles of Coke, which actually cost me nine yuan!
Damn it, this is so damn dark!
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Lord Jiu throwing the apple core out through the crack in the door. I looked at him with a dark look on my face, but he smiled and didn't care at all.
"Hey, Lord Jiu, you're not right!" I said, shaking my head.
"What's wrong? I don't know." He wiped it on his big face, and Master Jiu made an expression as innocent as possible.
"Damn it, can you do it? You'd be damned if you have a little bit of public morality!" I said, throwing another bottle of Coke up with my hand, and he caught it again.
When Xiaopang saw it, he felt a little unhappy immediately, "Damn, I gave him that bottle, what about mine?"
"Don't you still have yours?" I said, pointing to the bottle of Sprite that he hadn't finished drinking. Without waiting for Xiaopang's reply, I turned to Master Jiu and asked, "By the way, Master Jiu, you haven't said anything about the white eyebrow yet."
Why is he lame? Is he born with it?"
"It's not natural, it was beaten by others. I heard from my father that his legs were cut off by the opponent's magic when he was fighting with others. The soul was injured and it's not visible on the outside. If I have a chance, I will take you with me.
See you, you will know when the time comes. As for the details of this, I don’t know. Anyway, when I met him, he was sitting in a wheelchair. Alas... I won’t say it anymore, I will go to bed first.
In a moment, remember to call me when you get there."
Master Jiu said, yawned, then turned over and sat in the corner and closed his eyes.
I know that this is an excuse. In fact, this old boy is not sleepy at all. He is annoyed by my questions and is too embarrassed to speak directly.
I leaned to the side and looked out the window for a while, thinking about those strange and ancient things, and soon I felt sleepy.
That night, we arrived in Jilin, where we stayed in a small hotel and went out for some late-night snacks. When we came back, someone called me and asked me if I wanted some "special services"...
After hesitating for a moment, I didn't dare. Before I had fully mastered the "Burning Heaven Technique", I was not willing to do that kind of thing at the risk of running out of energy.
But I slept a lot on the train and couldn't fall asleep for a while. I sent Xiaorou a text message while I had nothing to do, but she never replied. I looked at the time and it was almost twelve o'clock. With that
Xiao Nizi had the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, so she would probably fall asleep early. Thinking of her sleeping soundly with Yao'er in her arms, she couldn't help but curl her lips.
I stood up, walked to the window, gently opened the curtains and looked outside. Suddenly I saw a monk in red who was carrying a huge package like us!
The monk was very burly, with a strong back and strong waist like a martial artist. Judging from his appearance, he was estimated to be about 1.9 meters tall. He had a fat head and big ears, but he had a stern look on his face. He looked like he was not angry or intimidated.
, with a faint evil aura, and at first glance, there is no compassionate mentality of a monk at all.
He was carrying a large travel bag, dark green in color. He grabbed two straps with one hand and put them on his shoulders casually. It looked very heavy, but he could hold it in his hands effortlessly.
The dark red monk's robe underneath the fist-sized Buddha beads looks really extraordinary. What's even more elusive is that the heels exposed under the monk's robe tell me that this monk has bare feet.
shoe!
As far as I know, in the martial arts industry, there is a kind of hard qigong called the Thirteen Taibos. Some of the people who practice this kind of kung fu do walk barefoot, but since my debut, I have never seen such an expert.
, is it possible that this monk is also a serious practitioner?
Just as I was wondering, the man had passed the streetlight and walked slowly into the shadow of the lamp in the distance. When I came back to my senses, I could only see a blurry figure from behind.
"What are you looking at?" Xiaopang asked me as soon as I opened the door and walked in.
"Why is there a monk here?" I said, shaking my head in confusion.
"There is a temple nearby. Maybe they are here to discuss Buddhism." Xiaopang said, opening the window and looking out, but when he passed by, the monk had long disappeared.
"By the way, why are you here?" Seeing him acting idle, I was quite curious. Hearing this, the little fat man came over with a smile: "Hey, hey, let me ask you something..."
"Well, tell me." Seeing him coyly, I was quite curious.
"Did Xin'er run away to your house? Has she ever mentioned me..." He rubbed his little chubby hands and twisted them around, making him feel a little embarrassed.
When I heard this, I was really embarrassed to hit him. In fact, Xin'er often played with Xiaorou but never mentioned Xiaopang. However, they are all good brothers. To be honest, it was a bit hurtful.
Thinking of this, I said: "I have mentioned it before, but it was nothing painful. She asked me what you did before, where you were from, and why you had such a weird name, but you also
You know, I’m not particularly clear about these things, so I’m going to give you a haha about your brother. Why, you like her so much... just go after her if you like her! I support you!"
Hearing this, Xiaopang sighed, "Actually, I also want to pursue him, but I don't have any conditions now... Look, my skin has been tanned by the wind and sun in the past two years. Is it possible for others to like her?"
I still can’t say for sure.”
"You can't say that." Seeing that he was a little depressed, I patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Xin'er is a good child. She may not care about this. As long as you really like her, I believe he will see it."
"Hmph, that's easy to say...don't you know what love at first sight is? The feeling at first sight is very important...Oh, I want to look like my boss, and still use this..."
Are you a coward?" Little Fatty said, feeling very sad.
Seeing him like this, I scolded him for being worthless. Men are not the type to use their faces to make a living. They are capable, pursuing, and responsible. This is more important than anything else. Besides, relationships need to be cultivated. I agree.
He, when this matter is settled, I will talk to Xiaorou and create more opportunities for you two when nothing happens. At that time, whether he can embrace the beauty will depend on his own ability...
...After all, this is not something we can mess with.