Thunder Dragon was so moved that his eyes were red, and he held my hand and said, "Brother, you are really a good brother to me. We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but we want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day!"
He was really touched.
I was really frightened, so I broke free from his hand and said: "You can pull him down! It's time, just live a good life!"
The bloodline of the old king of Shennongjia is easy to get into trouble.
Thunder Dragon was really thick-skinned, and immediately said: "Then we share the blessings and share the hardships!"
"Don't!" I said hurriedly: "Brother Long just said it right. Everyone has his own destiny. Let's not think about sharing it with others. Let's live our own lives!"
After saying that, I turned around and ran.
When they arrived in the living room, they heard Huang Jiu say: "Do you believe it? I just said that he is a person who can only share joys and sorrows!"
My face turned dark immediately, and I wanted to go back and give Huang Jiu some big pussy.
But at this moment, Lei Long said: "Brother Huang, I call you brother, we..."
"Lie on the grass!" Huang Jiu screamed and cursed angrily: "You broom star, stay away from me."
"Brother Huang, Brother Huang..."
"Let go and don't pull my pants!"
Two funny comparisons...
I shook my head helplessly, but my heart was still heavy.
Because Brontosaurus was just joking in the back, and what he said before was true.
If Mei Yisi doesn't come, maybe he will have left by the time Xiaocui and I come back.
well!
I sighed softly and went up to the third floor.
Qisha was watching TV in the living room.
Apparently waiting for me.
When she saw me coming up, she lowered her head shyly, and was watching TV absent-mindedly.
I walked over to her and sat down, not knowing what to say, so I watched TV with her.
It wasn't until the TV series finished playing one section and the commercial break came that Qisha turned his head to look at me and said angrily: "You want me to recognize you as your master, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Facing her like this, I didn't know what to say, so I opened my mouth and closed it again.
When Qi Sha saw this, he became even more angry. Like a arrogant little princess, he folded his hands and turned his body to the side.
Seeing her like this made me feel dizzy.
If she were the same as she was in Shiwandashan, I could still be a bitch and say a few flattering words.
But it was really hard for me to coax her.
After all, Xiaocui is just coaxing me on weekdays.
After a stalemate for a while, he remembered that Shanli had promised to pinch her feet, so he patted her shoulder gently and said, "How about I fulfill my promise and pinch your feet?"
Qisha was like a little girl who loves to be angry but is easy to coax. After hearing this, she turned sideways and asked happily: "Really?"
"It must be true!" I said, rolling up my sleeves.
Qisha's feet flashed with light, his shoes disappeared, and he stretched his feet toward me.
I had no distracting thoughts and regarded myself as a foot-washing brother.
But her feet are really beautiful.
Same as Xiaocui's.
I kneaded it gently, and Qisha closed his eyes in enjoyment.
It was a bit boring to watch her like this, so I simply started chatting with her and asked her what happened to Xiao Cui fifteen years ago and how she could have regressed in her realm.
Qisha narrowed his eyes and murmured: "I don't know about that matter, but I heard from Po Jun that it was because of the natural disaster!"
Heavenly catastrophe?
Supreme and Supreme, I have never heard of triggering a catastrophe.
As for the catastrophe of looking into the sky mirror, Ge Huaian has caused it, and the power of the sky is brilliant, but it should not be difficult to overcome the catastrophe.
Because I met him a few days after the disaster.
Jumping around with no signs of injury.
The calamity that severely injured Xiao Cui was probably at an even higher level.
Xiao Cui's cultivation level is recovering, and it's very fast.
Will history repeat itself?
Thinking of this, I became worried, and the hand that was pinching Qisha's feet stopped unconsciously. Qisha raised his foot angrily and kicked me on the chin.
I came back to my senses and was a little speechless.
I thought to myself, no matter how beautiful and fragrant your feet are, they can't be kicked into someone's mouth!
After all, there are only two ways this happens, one is insulting, and the other is an ambiguous hobby.
Xiaocui is the latter, but we are husband and wife.
But seeing how angry she was, I couldn't say anything, so I pretended to be angry and pressed her feet and tickled her soles.
Qisha felt itchy, but couldn't break free, giggling and rolling around on the sofa.
The other foot kicks...
After playing around for a while, the excitement passed and both of them became quiet.
In the silence, the atmosphere gradually became a little abnormal.
Qisha's face turned red without any warning.
I was a little embarrassed, but thinking that she was very good at eating, I changed the subject and asked her, "Do you have anything you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."
When Qisha heard this, he poked his mouth with his hand, thought for a long time with a cute look, and said with some disappointment: "I only came into contact with the food outside after following you, so I don't know the name."
Her appearance makes people feel distressed.
I glanced at the TV and said, "You can say it's on the TV!"
When Qisha heard this, he clapped his fingers excitedly and said: "Lobster, abalone, king crab, steak..."
When I heard that they were all expensive, I quickly said: "Tell me two things first, and eat the rest later!"
When Qisha heard this, a bit of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "In the future?"
I noticed something was wrong, but Qisha quickly put on a smile and said, "Then let's eat lobster and abalone!"
It's not safe to go out now.
After thinking about it, I called my second uncle and asked him to lend me the chef.
My second uncle was a little surprised when he heard that I borrowed the chef, but he agreed immediately and asked me what I wanted to eat. He asked the chef to buy it for me.
Lobster and abalone are not cheap, but considering how wealthy he is, he immediately submitted the name of the dish.
"Good boy, you haven't earned enough money. You're so naughty that you've got abalone and lobster."
Before I could reply, my second uncle continued: "By the way, I heard that the Jiuli tribe was in a fight with the Foreign Affairs Bureau. You weren't involved, were you?"
Second uncle's life has become peaceful.
I didn't tell the truth, so I replied: "I didn't participate."
The second uncle breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. The building will be capped next week. If I have time, I'll pick you up and cut the ribbon together!"
"Cutting the ribbon? Forget it! You can help me take a look and leave two faces for me, one is better and the other is indifferent."
"You kid, you spend three days fishing and two days drying nets in a store, and you still want to open a branch?"
As the things he got involved in got bigger and bigger, he had less and less energy to take care of things in the shop.
But as long as I stay in the city, I have to have a source of income.
The store still needs to be open.
I didn't explain it, I just asked him to keep it for me.
The second uncle said a few words and hung up the phone.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the chef from my second uncle's family came over with dishes.
I originally wanted to invite Yuan Fei and the others to eat together, but Qisha wanted me to have a meal alone with her.
This stumped me, so I went downstairs to find Xiaocui for instructions.
After hearing Qisha's request, Xiaocui frowned.
But he finally agreed.
While eating, Qisha took a few sips of wine, and his already red face became even redder.
She is happy and eats a lot.
After dinner, she took me to sit on the balcony to watch the sunset and the sunset.
In a daze, she said sadly:
"Today's joy must not be forgotten. The joy is not over yet. Why do I suffer from self-suffering and make my heart sad?"
PS: Suspense is difficult to write. When I think about it, it is clear, but when I write it out, it is not the same. It takes time to revise.
