Chapter 132 (1/2)

”Hello, three grams of oil, three grams of oil, verymuch.”

Su Ming opened his mouth in English with a very strange accent, which stunned him a little and didn't know how to answer.

However, Su Ming didn't need him to answer. Instead, he was clumsy and clumsy. He danced very ugly under his feet. His limbs were stiff like a doll with joints short of oil.

He danced and sang at the same time, but the tune was out of tune: ”Indian rice noodles, how are you? I'll give each of you a free rice bracelet. Are you ok? Three grams of oil. ”

The smile on the face of the laughing bat is gradually disappearing, which is too bad to hear. Compared with babatos' scream, it is noise...

anyway, Su Ming is determined to delay time. In a world like Meiman, if you want to delay time, you have to sing and dance. That's right.

If you change your painting style, others will be confused.

If possible, he would like to sing the theme song of ice and snow, but he still knows his singing level.

It's impossible to sing that kind of difficult song. We can only sing ghost animal songs to maintain our life.

Sure enough, the laughing bat fell into confusion for a while. The unusual performance of the death knell made him confused, and he didn't know how to conduct the topic.

He knew that the death knell was the source of people's uncontrolled, but where did he come from? India?

This is Su Ming's temporary tactics. On the one hand, he delays time, and on the other hand, he tries to find out how crazy the laughter is. If he is crazy to a certain extent, Su Ming will not refuse to dance with him.

It depends on how deeply the clown virus affects him. If he can control it, he will definitely refuse. But if the disease enters the ointment exchange, even if he does not admit it, the clown in his heart will certainly not refuse the funny things.

Yes, Batman requires rigorous planning, and clowns need to be crazier than he is.

Lu Xun once said, ”a madman must be dealt with by a madman.”

This is what Su Ming does now. He dances like a tiger and sings like a tiger.

“areyouOK？”

”Three grams of oil.”

”Three grams of oil verymuch.”

The laughing bat put his hands on his chest and tilted his head to watch him dance. What he wanted to say was swallowed by him.