The nobles still hadn't returned, so Shirakawa Rensuke told Ye Zhaoling softly, and the latter didn't think there was anything strange.
He Crab was always ignored and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't agree with this point of view. What nonsense are you talking about? I personally think this spaghetti should be mixed with No. 42 concrete, because the length of the screw is easy
It directly affects the torque of the excavator. When it is knocked inside, a large amount of high-energy protein will be produced, commonly known as UFO. It will seriously affect the development of the economy. As for the nuclear pollution of the entire Pacific Ocean and the charger. In or in this Pythagorean Theorem
.It is easy to deduce..."
The bullshit master belongs to yes.
Before Ye Zhaoling could catch it and give it a bath, it jumped to another place and continued: "The famous musician John Lennon once said this: "When I was 5 years old, my mother told me that the key to life is
It’s all about happiness. After I went to school, people asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, and I wrote about happiness. They told me that I understood the question wrong. I told them that they understood life wrong.”
"Life itself is like a pool of stagnant water, with no possibility of making any ripples. In fact, compared to ordinary people, happiness, decent salary, basic holidays, etc. are all very rare. The next best thing is to enjoy the limited time at KFN downstairs.
The crazy Thursday deals make many people satisfied, and it doesn’t matter if they get fat. Today turns out to be the Golden Sun Sanctuary’s crazy Thursday, so who wants to treat me to a big meal? After I finish, I will continue.”
There was a loud noise from the direction of the round table, and Ye Zhaoling tilted his head in response.
Rensuke Shirakawa explained at the right time: "Many little creatures gathered in front of Wan Yuanlai, and they were all begging him to sing a toast."
On the round table, a potted plant with a bright red coat overturned the beaker with its tentacles, and said very domineeringly: "I came first! Can that stupid cup be moved aside for a moment? It's round and short like a winter melon.
Damn you! Standing here for nothing, wasting space and air!"
The solution in the beaker was so angry that it started to smoke: "Can you speak properly! Do you want to fight?! Do you want to fight?! Isn't such a big table big enough for you to stand on?! Are you bullying me? I'm going to go
Tell the priest! Whose side did the priest stand on when you saw it?"
"Humph! You just can't afford to play! If you have the ability, don't ask the priest to support you! Just stand here and see if I prick you or not!"
"You... Ouch!!!" Beaker screamed, and before it had time to dodge, it was hit on the butt again. It howled loudly, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo girls......"
The vines looked at these two guys and sighed in unison, "Mr. Wan! Mr. Wan! Come on, sing us a toast! We really want to hear you sing a toast!"
"This god was born in the green hills,
He brought us heaven,
The sun chose him for itself,
Give him fire and let him shine.
——
Emotions sprout, spring nurtures him,
The delicate buds grow quietly,
Wait until the fruits burst in autumn,
The golden child also fell leisurely.
——
He was placed in a narrow cradle,
Put it between the rock formations underground,
Day and night he dreams of triumphal festivals,
Build yourself a thin palace.
——
No one came near his hut,
Unable to bear it, he struggled and struggled,
Break through with youthful vitality,
All shackles and all restraints.
——
While he is still immersed in dreams,
Invisible guards keep watch;
Who dares to cross the sacred threshold,
The sharp spear will definitely pierce it.
——
Like wings spreading quietly,
Bright eyes can see him,
He left his destiny to the priests,
They prayed, and he appeared.
——
He stepped out of the cradle, the dark bosom,
His clothes were crystal clear;
Holding a full rose in her hand,
This flower symbolizes secret harmony.
——
His followers rejoiced beyond measure,
gather with him everywhere;
Thousands of mouths opened to cheer,
Show him love and gratitude.
——
He was shining and radiant.
Inject spiritual life into the world,
Love also drinks up his cup,
Make an eternal covenant with him.
——
He is the soul of the golden age,
He has favored poets since ancient times,
The poet always sings intoxicatingly,
Praise him, how pleasing he is.
——
For this loyalty, he favored the poet
Kiss each red lip one by one,
No one can refuse to obey orders,
This god ordered the poet to speak to all living beings."
The vines can indulge in the beauty of poetry, all entangled together, chattering and noisy with joy.
"How wonderful! How wonderful! No wonder Lord Chus likes poetry so much!"
"Yeah! It's great to be a poet!"
"I also want to be a poet!"
"How beautiful the poet's world is! Everything is so vivid and moving! It makes people feel a sense of joy."
In this happy atmosphere, people chat and drink together. It is even conceivable that if there is exciting music, people will definitely dance on the dance floor.
Everyone finally took the occasion into consideration and didn't dance. It's just that people can't dance, but it doesn't mean that little creatures can't dance freely.
The tentacles were deliberately dipped in the cold wine, and they pretended to accidentally splash it on the beaker's forehead. Facing the latter's glare, they huddled behind the vines in an extremely innocent manner.
He Crab: "Hey hey! I am half a poet! Why not? After all, I am the only He Crab who can read poetry!"
The river crab came here to steal the lesson. After listening to the toast, he ran back happily, planning to go home and read it to his wife, but it seemed to have stepped on something.
Oh, it turned out to be Beaker. Beaker rolled his eyes at the green shell. The ruthless man next to him was covered in thorns and the pain would last for ten and a half months. If you can't afford to offend him, just avoid his sharp edges! Sir
Don’t take into account the faults of villains!
I didn’t expect that a small river crab would dare to step on it openly! This is simply unreasonable! Woohoo!
Beaker: "The world kisses me with pain, and I repay the world with one punch, two punches, three punches, four punches, five punches, six punches, seven punches, eight punches, nine punches, ten punches, eleven punches, twelve punches, thirteen punches, two seventy four punches, thirty fifty punches."
Five punches, forty-six punches, five-five, twenty-five punches, six-six-thirty punches
Six punches, seven seven forty-nine punches, eight eight sixty-four punches, nine nine eighty-one punches, thirty-eight women’s punches, May one labor punch, sixty-one children’s punches, seventy-one party-building punches, eighty-one army-building punches, ninety-nine Chongyang punches, eleven National Day punches.
Uppercut, lower uppercut, left uppercut, right uppercut..."
