Chapter 136 (1/2)
Night light a eight old woman, instantly angered Kong Xiulian.
”What are you talking about?” Kong Xiulian gritted her teeth. ”You dare to scold me!”
Luminous cut a, ”scold you, if it is not to see you reluctantly head mother, I still beat you.”. Give me a correct position, don't fart, don't take yourself seriously. Don't regard my patience for you as your shameless capital, pout your butt to see the sky, without eyes. Who are you with? I owe you a loan due or something. You think you're Halley's comet. Six billion people on earth have to look forward to it. Why do you have to stick gold on your husband's face? Did you get a face? Don't drag it in front of me like $250000 or $280000. Please set up your pose and install it again. Don't you worry that your mouth will rot if you chew the root of your tongue? What is the ability of barking dogs? It's really hard for you to bite me. If you can, why don't you go to heaven? ”
Although he doesn't know how to swear, he can still copy it. Netizens in the dream world have a lot of research on swearing. All kinds of swearing words emerge in an endless stream. He has seen some of them, and he has written them down with his ability of never forgetting.
In the end, night light is still a quality person. Even if it's swearing, it's still trying to pick some words that are not too excessive, and there are no insulting words. It's said that night light is also very distressed. He's really not good at swearing.
Kong Xiulian: ”you little bastard... You actually...”
night light: ”old woman... You don't want to be shameful...”
Kong Xiulian: ”you...
night light”...
two people instantly launched a curse battle, you come and I spit. I don't really know how to swear. I don't want to copy a large number of Chinese characters on the Internet because of the image of ellipsis
But other people don't think so. Many writers look at each other.
Xiaoye still has this operation?
Although quite a number of writers feel very happy to see Kong Xiulian being attacked by the night light, this woman is usually mean, and just threw a full screen thunder to them, and they are still responding, but after all, we are all cultural people, and they begin to fight one after another.
”Xiaoye, OK, OK, it's almost OK. Don't be angry. Don't be angry. It's nothing. Let's be kind.”
”Writer Kong, you can be regarded as an elder. Don't worry about it like a child...”
many people pulled them apart and began to persuade them.
The light of the night stopped talking, but Kong Xiulian still read some curse words in her mouth, ”little bastard, you have the ability to write poems. It's useless to curse people so smoothly! I don't think you are capable. You just don't deserve to join the association and fish for fame! ”
”Oh, Confucius, say less, say less.”
”I can't do it for a while. I need inspiration to write poetry. I can't say it at all.”
Luminous: ”who said I can't do it.”
The crowd was stunned.
Luminous continued: ”I made out how to say, you can close your beak.”
Kong Xiulian has been listening to the night light, but he can't really smoke her.
Kong Xiulian hasn't spoken yet. Guan Zhenxian, the oldest, says, ”Xiaoye, you've done it. I'm sure you won't let her talk. You've done all your poems. If she dares to make trouble with me again, it's insulting for her to take part in the leadership book.”
Kong Xiulian has been pestering, Guan Zhenxian is also angry, this activity is initiated by him, so of course he is not happy.
Kong Xiulian angrily does not speak, Guan Zhenxian still has some prestige, such cruel words have been said, she also dare not say anything more, just in the heart with this Guan Zhenxian together.
Everyone also looked at the night light, waiting for him to write poems.
After thinking about it, the night light said:
”a cluster of thousands of flowers is pressing down, but the red gauze is cut into a ball.”
”The wind curls, the waist fragrance is endless, and the makeup on the face is fresh and dry.”
A group of writers have profound literary skills. Listening to the poems of the night light, they look at the pomegranate tree beside them and nod their heads. This poem is wonderful!
The night light continued to blare.
”Red jade, who is less than Qin? Who is the red valerian