At first, Mr. Chen thought it was quite fun. He and the little ginseng baby walked around, teasing this one and "touching" that one.
In short, except for the women's restroom and the women's bathhouse, I visited all the places nearby.
But as time went by, almost a whole day later, the two of them gradually became bored.
Because it's like their own one-man show and they don't get any response at all.
"Big chirp, big chirp!"
The little ginseng baby patted her slightly shriveled belly and looked pitifully at Mr. Chen.
Not to mention little fascists, even the scourge is a little hungry.
"I know, little Jiji, I'll take you to eat right now!"
Although the evildoer is immoral, he never bullies the common people.
After taking the little fascist into a quaint restaurant, he found that he didn't bring any money.
"What the hell, what can I do..."
After thinking about it for a moment, the disaster came out of the restaurant again.
After memorizing the sign of this restaurant, I walked in again.
As he walked, he muttered softly: "The situation is urgent, let's eat some first this time, and I will make Xin Big Head pay double later."
It's a pity that the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
The scourge and the little fascist spent a long time in the kitchen, but still couldn't get anything to eat.
"We've been lying in a big trough. If this continues, we won't starve to death?!"
I can bear it when I'm hungry, but I just feel sorry for the little ginseng baby and can't stand her pitiful, big, tearful eyes.
"Little Jiji, don't cry, why don't we, let's find a solution for you right now!"
So the disaster became completely busy, trying to grab everything that was edible around him, and stuffing it into his mouth if it seemed edible.
He wanted to experiment on himself first, and if anyone could eat it, he would give it to his fat baby.
It's a pity that I was so busy that the restaurant closed and I still couldn't eat anything.
At this time, the little ginseng baby was even so hungry that her head drooped.
Looking at the listless little fascist, Mr. Chen still had a hint of evil demeanor, and he was so anxious that he was running around in circles.
He clearly looked like a father who hated himself for being incompetent and unable to feed his children.
"Damn, how good is this!!"
"No, we have to find a way to get up quickly! As long as we find the boss, he will definitely have a way!"
Yan Bi immediately put the listless little fascist into his arms and jumped into the sky with all his strength.
"I'm flying...fuck..."
"Master Ji, I don't believe in evil anymore. I'll fly again, fly again... Oops, my feet are sprained..."
After jumping one hundred and eighty times in a row, the exhausted scourge finally injured himself.
Holding his feet and rolling around on the roadside.
But despite this, the ghosts coming and going still couldn't see him, let alone anyone stopping to care and ask.
At this time, Huan Huan suddenly felt lonely and helpless as never before, like a child abandoned by his parents in a strange city with a little brother who was waiting to be fed.
Although there was a huge crowd of people around, no one cared about me or cared about me.
"Oh my god, what can I do?"
Even though he felt uncomfortable, Chen had a certain determination not to admit defeat.
Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he stood up, hugged the little ginseng baby, and limped toward the depths of the underworld.
"Little Jiji, just hold on a little longer. It will be fine when we find Uncle Zhong and the others."
"Uncle Zhong and Uncle Cui are wise men. They will definitely be able to see us and help us!"
The limping but stubborn figure of the disaster was walking alone on the Huangquan Road, surrounded by wind and sand.
"Little Jiji, little Jiji, please hold on a little longer, but you must not fall asleep!"
"If you haven't watched it on TV, people really die when they fall asleep at this time, so don't fall asleep!"
"Big chirp..." I don't know if it's just because she's hungry, but Shenwa is becoming less and less energetic.
The words he spoke were as faint as the buzz of mosquitoes.
"Yeah, little Jiji, we're here, please try to be energetic."
"It really doesn't work...if it doesn't work, I'll sing you a song."
Then, Chen's thirsty and smoking throat let out a hoarse roar.
"Yesterday there was a flood in your house. Your house was washed away. Your parents turned into turtles and flew all over the sky!"
"I got up in the middle of the night to pee, and suddenly I heard a ghost laughing. Master Ji was so happy that I ran after the ghost..."