Chapter 1889： Eat a ton (1/2)
The morning light shines through the yellow clouds, sprinkling a warm yellow color, everything is particularly beautiful.
However, Yanhui Mountain is filled with a pungent smell that shouldn't belong to such a wonderful quiet morning.
The few evolutionists looked a bit panic, holding a big bowl of soup with steamed buns in their mouths, swearing and fleeing from the small hall at a terrifying speed like a fate:
”Huang Dashan, do I have a calendar...”
”Pervert, let's not let people have a good meal in the morning.”
”Huh... let Lao Tzu catch his breath and scold again...”
”The consumer experience is extremely poor, and the taste of nataka red beans can't be covered, my God, the time to queue to buy a steamed bun almost killed myself...”
Facts have proved that the bullwhip and tiger whip are bayonet stabbed with a strong hormone of sparks (emmmm, okay, Shan Ye insists on using these three words to describe this taste, rather than using'sao' which is quite insulting. Sexual words) Breath is definitely not something normal people can bear—
Especially now that the time is pointing to the early morning, this smell is even more anti-human!
Lin Chou, who was staying in the house, was also a little bit clouded with tears.
His expression was extraordinarily blunt, and he kept muttering.
”It's a bit overwhelming...”
The female ghost sister is even more miserable.
This kind of yang stuff is infinitely equivalent to poison to her, and the steam is no different from letting her stand under the scorching sun.
The female ghost sister is uncomfortable, and the mount Wu Ke is naturally worse. I feel the same, and my heart is almost bursting...
Miss Sister can't leave him for the time being, she needs to supplement her popularity from Wu Ke as a ration.
emmmm...
What a lovely female ghost lady, it is the warlock who has been in Mingguang for hundreds of years and has never seen a few wild ghosts other than himself, which is of great research value.
”Tsk tut...”
The Uncle Warlock looked at the female ghost sister with a look as if he was looking at the exquisite antiques, and walked around her.
”Where did it come from?”
The female ghost sister pointed to the ground,
”under...”
The warlock took out his notebook,
”Sure enough, as I thought, this fragile little cutie can't dominate his memories with his free will at all. Poor, do you know what he is called?”
The female ghost sister thought for a while and nodded.
”Dai.”
”Good name,” the warlock scribbled in his notebook. ”Your parents gave you this one?”
Dai shook her head.
”I don't remember, I woke up, only after that, I thought about... the name.”
She pointed to her long dark hair, with a proud emotion on her face, struggling to make her words as coherent as possible.
”My hair is very long and straight. My friend said that the green silk is like a waterfall, so beautiful, so my name is Dai.”
”Is it a name based on your own characteristics, wait... Do you have a companion? Who is he? Where is he?” The warlock was instantly excited.
Dai thought for a while, said,
”Next... she's called Bao.”
”package?”
”Yes... when she woke up, she was holding a Hermes bag... but it's pretty...” The female ghost lady, Dai, played with the small mahogany box with chopsticks in her hand, and couldn't help sighing. ”I only have this.”
”I lost my wallet,” said the warlock. ”It's very painful. Really, your friend is quite enviable.”
Shan Ye, with a few ash on the bottom of the pot on his face, said that he couldn't understand it at all, and began to dislike it with a thick voice that was put on a wok.
”God is very envious, are you talking about one point?”
Lin Chou's face is full of capitals ‘⺌▃ㄚòひ⒏懂ぺ’, and his expression is super lonely and indifferent.
”People are dead, but the money is still there.”
Shan Ye: ”...”
Perhaps this is the generation gap, I don't understand why these three totally unconnected guys can have such a weird emotional resonance.
”whispering sound!”