Chapter 1205： Shearing (1/2)
Wen Zhongjiu entered the door and said in a very exaggerated tone.
”Wow, it's so fragrant...what about people?!”
This situation can be said to be quite embarrassing, just like Huang Dashan finally walked out of the sorrow of a big waist who was immersed in functional death, suffocating enough energy and desperately trying to add drama to himself, but was completely cold.
Wen Zhongjiu even feels more socially dead-he does not often have Huang XX's iron-skinned face to carry out such activities.
”No one saw it~” Wei Qingyu said with a secret smile.
No one watches your performance, which means that no one understands your embarrassment.
”Uh,” Wen Zhongjiu forgot to look at the sky, ”Qing Yu, you never comfort people.”
Wei Qingyu smiled slightly and held Wen Zhongjiu's shoulders. The height difference between the two prompted her to look back at Wen Zhongjiu's gradually rounded jaw like a little girl.
”My old lady's whip is very good, do you want to try a professional one?”
Who is a warm wine, of course, is not used to using words in exchange for tickets to be beaten up like Huang Dashan.
”Can I choose a location?”
Wei Qingyu rolled his eyes and looked good.
”It looks average, but I think it's pretty beautiful.”
”...”
Behind the kitchen door, Leng Han, who was wearing an apron and carrying a soup spoon the size of Su Yourong's head, kept tasting the soup, but the soup in the spoon had already been poured on his feet.
Leng Han's eyes stared at Wei Qingyu and Wen Zhongjiu, as if the referee sitting on the referee's bench was examining the posture of the gymnast below-and then trying to give scores with the huge spoon in his hand.
Lin Chou's mind also buzzed.
However, it seems, seems, probably nothing surprising?
Leng Han was full of resentment with the words ”My No. 1 dog head sergeant was robbed by a stinky man”, and he seemed to have the urge to extinguish the warm drink on the spot.
Wen Zhongjiu was embarrassed and suddenly inspired,
”Qing Yu, why do you think I have the illusion of stealing Hanhan's girlfriend?”
”Don't talk nonsense.” Wei Qingyu smiled like a flower, ”Little ice cube~”
Leng Han was cold-eyed,
”It's hard to guard against house thieves by day and night.”
Wen Zhongjiu: ”???”
Leng Han threw away the spoon, and the cold voice spread outside the small hall.
”Huang Dashan, radioed Uncle Wei and said that his brother robbed him of his daughter.”
Wen Zhongjiu: ”???”
Don’t wait, Comrade Leng, calm down, you should have known this a long time ago!
Not to mention, Huang Dashan, who was filling the pangolin with warm wine to give him the good wine, really yelled back.
”Emmmm...”
”too direct.”
”How about this?”
”Just write, I treat you as a brother, but you want to be my son-in-law?”
”After Master Wei saw it, he felt that he would be able to write a 10,000-character essay.”
Leng Han: ”Yes.”
Gritting his teeth with warm wine and hatred,
”Dog thief, return Lao Tzu's wine...”
Huang Dashan’s loud laughter gradually became rampant,
”Wow hahahaha~ ahem~ eh? eh! eh!”
”Hmm~”
After Wei Qingyu let out a soft cough, Huang Dashan's voice outside suddenly turned into a sheep's barking.
”Hanhan, come with me.”
The two sisters ran behind and whispered.
Lin Chou was confused,
”Under what circumstances, Sister Qing Yu learned the Sheep Technique?”
Wen Zhongjiu nodded painfully.
”She ran to find the warlock and didn't know what benefits she had promised. Then she heard that the warlock had captured a few dragon vein wizards from outside the territory and came back, and they had stripped out their various and fancy sheep-changing techniques and grafted them into Qing Yu. On the body.”
Lin Chou shuddered and patted Wen Zhongjiu's shoulder sympathetically.
”Then... are you okay?”
”No, I'm not good!” Tears flickered in the corners of Wen Zhongjiu's eyes, ”It's terrible, um, she won't let me say, do you know what she did after turning me into a sheep?”
”Sheep?”
”Shearing.”
”...”
Lin Chou was speechless--
Why is Master Wen so sad? Isn't it just shearing wool? Could there be anything weird in it?
Lin Chou didn't know what to say, so he kept a standard expression of sympathy.
”Sorry.”
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhongjiu's eyes fell on Lin Chou like a torch like a knife.