Chapter 183： Xiucai meets soldiers (congratulations to the head of the orange wheat field!) (2/2)
Shan Ye suddenly felt that this boy chicken was quite appetizing, and he grinned very festively, ”Well, good, work hard, Lao Tzu looks good on you.”
Hundreds of bodyguards lost the enthusiasm to hold their own boss after shouting, and being watched by a group of hunters unkindly, they watched their boss suffer from a distance, and smiled bitterly at the corners of their mouths.
Shen Daru stood by the stream, sweating profusely, his body simply could not support working in the hot weather.
”This little brother, the old man is getting older, and the old problems on his back can't withstand this toss. You can let me rest for a while. If there are 10,000 points in circulation, I will give it to you...”
”Snapped.”
What responded to him was the mighty sound of the nine-section whip, and the pebbles at his feet were immediately broken into eight petals.
Shen Daru shivered and stopped, wiping the car.
Wang Mian washed his face in the stream and said happily, ”Watching Wuyou brother's live broadcast every day, isn't he also a hunter before? How come I have never mentioned that the wilderness is so interesting, tusk...so fun. ..”
Shen Daru rolled his eyes, held his waist, his sweat fell into the stream with a crackle.
”Ooh, it really doesn't work anymore. If this goes on, the old man will die here... my waist... this little brother, you can just let me go.”
Boy Jie disdain, ”Lying and find a better reason, it's the same every time, how can I believe you!”
”It is more worrying if the reasons are different each time. I use the same reason because I have persisted.”
Shen Daru straightened his body, his eyes were ethereal and serious.
”Although I don't want to say it, but I'm dying.”
”I'm not like you, I can live a long time.”
”Time is my enemy.”
”I mourn every minute, and every second is a precious record of the passing of my life.”
”I...”
Shan Ye babbles, although he must have never heard this, but why does it feel like deja vu?
This tone of voice, this force of pretending...
Boy Ji opened his mouth wide, his eyes were moved and sincere.
”Sorry, I didn't know how miserable you were...”
”En,” Shen Daru nodded as if pecking at rice, ”then I'll go find a shade, take a break...”
”But you TM explain to Lao Tzu, what do you mean by ‘living’?”
”This...this is a misunderstanding!” Shen Daru promised, slapped his chest, ”Actually, I want to say that I'm lingering, using the wrong words...”
”puff.”
Wang Mian couldn't hold back it and sprayed.
”Oh, it turned out to be like this.” Shan Ye patted the boy on the shoulder, ”Master, I tell you that death is tranquil. When a person is dying, maybe it is not as negative and sad as you think, otherwise, how can there be a return to the light? this phrase?”
Shan Ye is mighty, Shan Ye has written a great art!
Boy Ji looked at Huang Dashan with admiration.
”Myths!” Shen Daru's beard curled up, ”You are arrogant!”
”Oh?” Shan Ye smiled, showing twelve chilly teeth, ”how do you know it's not?”
”Why don't you feel it yourself, come back and talk to us?”