A person feels that the juicy Chinese cabbage he has worked hard to grow for decades has been eaten by pigs——
e, no, to be more precise, he fell into the pig pen. One of the pigs, who looked quite handsome, was humping, and there was a circle of pigs (juan) around him watching, eager to try.
Damn it!
As for getting drunk, maybe considering the recent situation, I probably feel a little guilty.
It's not big, just as big as a fingernail. It makes me feel guilty.
He was unhurried, his expression was gentle, and his whole person was enveloped in a state of indifference, as if he didn't care at all about this awkward and silent atmosphere.
Yesterday, Dashuai Wen took the time to visit Doudou with potato chips, shrimp crackers and other spicy chicken snacks. While Doudou was happy that his diet had been completely institutionalized, he asked Fatty Wei whether Mr. Zhao would take the initiative to support him. How likely was it that he would be stabbed to death by a sword in his current state? The answer he got really reassured him.
What's more, based on Wen Chongjiu's understanding of Fatty Wei, he must not show any signs of guilty conscience at this time. Guilt means cowardice, cowardice means wrongdoing, and wrongdoing means there is something wrong. In the end, he will probably be eaten alive by the fat man and his bones will be scattered to ashes.
Wei Tianxing finally couldn't help it anymore and rolled his eyelids.
"Hello!"
Wen Chongjiu maintained his attitude of never backing down and choking while speaking, frowning and raising his eyes.
"Look at how handsome and well-dressed I am, does it look like a guy who has been reduced to a passerby who doesn't even have a name?"
The fat man suppressed the breath in his chest,
"You have a very bad temper with the surname Wen, don't you?"
"Hey, Fatty, this is the most basic respect between people!"
"Who do you call a fat man? Who do you call a fat man?!"
"Oh, why don't you call me Fatty? If I call you father-in-law, do you dare to agree?"
"I promise you, grandma, shit!!"
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Wen Zhongjiu turned his head and dodged a frost-white sword light. His originally calm expression gradually stiffened after he saw the sword light annihilating a mountaintop dozens of miles away.
Yes, it didn't collapse, but simply disappeared, leaving no trace of its existence in this world.
“Damn it, Wei, are you serious??”
Wei Tianxing once again condensed a sword light in his hand, which was thicker and brighter than the one just now.
From the 19 kinds of smiles, the fat man picked out the most perfunctory and crude smile that only used 5 muscles to make a smile with a lot of fat on the cheeks and threw it to Wen Zhongjiu.
"No, no, don't mind if I'm joking~"
Whoosh!
The sword light was sharp and cold, and the small flame tail tore a dark, void trace between the two people's faces.
"I mind, damn!!"
Wen Chongjiu's entire face was green, and the hairs all over his body stood on end stimulated by the power and killing intent contained in the sword light.
"Wow, Mr. Wen is so handsome even when he talks dirty!"
"Nonsense, what do you want to say? Mr. Wen is obviously very handsome in everything he does!"
A certain upright uncle on the side said feebly,
"Tell me, Mr. Wen's poop smells good."
The two women were stunned for a moment, looking at each other.
Then one of the women said seriously,
"'Promise me, never use such a perfect butt to poop' - I will write this sentence in my love letter to Mr. Wen."
"Buttocks." Another woman glanced at the upright uncle with contempt, "Using your buttocks will make you look more reserved."
Upright uncle ""
The uncle's eyes were empty, and he cried silently.
These crazy fans are so scary. No wonder their wines can’t be sold in Qingquan Mountain. All marketing strategies and small profits but quick turnover are totally useless!
Even the magical wine he brewed was no match for a single leg hair of his Wen Zhongjiu!
Uncle can even imagine that kind of scene
One morning, Wen Zhong drank wine, stretched out his handsome waist, yawned so handsomely, wiped the handsome eye droppings from the corners of his eyes, picked out the handsome green overnight leeks in the gaps between his handsome white teeth, and then said handsomely ,
"Oh, no, it's too bad. It seems that when I was drunk yesterday, I accidentally splashed the bath water on this batch of brewing ingredients."
One morning a few days later
At 8:01, new wine is released;
At 8:02, the new wine was sold out.
"Ahhhhh!"
Uncle Upright grabbed his head and roared for a while, as if he was crazy, and then left in despair.
The two women talked and said,
"This uncle is so strange. What's wrong with him?"
The other woman showed an expression that she had seen through everything,
"I wish I was born a girl"
"Oh~" A meaningful tone.
Then he turned to look at his comrades in the trenches, which was even more meaningful.
"I wish we could meet each other before we were married~"
Silence, long silence.
"Ah, bitch, I'll kill you."
Wei Tianxing turned around and glanced at the two women outside the door with great disdain, "Ha~"
Finally able to take a breath, Wen Zhongjiu silently thanked the two lovely women and the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously.
Marshal Wen’s clothes were ragged and his hands were a little trembling——
There are very few people at the same level who can face Wei Tianxing's sword light with positive energy and sunshine. How can they be alive even if God cares about them? How can they still have positive energy and grace?
"Why are you suddenly so powerful again?"
Wei Tianxing was in a good mood and said with a very reserved smile,
"How can we sweep the world if we don't sweep one house!"
Wen Zhongjiu "???"
Wei Tianxing said calmly,
"I can't even deal with cats and dogs like you. Fatty, how can I deal with those wild boar-like things that appear in estrus? How can I protect my lovely and beautiful daughter?"
Wen Zhongjiu "!!!"
You're such a daughter-in-law, why the hell have your feelings become the driving force behind your improvement in strength?
Wen Chongjiu felt that there was a lot of old age in his chest and he didn't know how to spit it out. It was so suffocated that he felt uncomfortable.
At this time, Wei Qingyu walked out of the kitchen with a smile on his face, holding a few dishes of side dishes in his hand. The two of them quickly sat down and talked happily.
Wei Tianxing picked up a large bowl of free cold water and drank it all in one gulp. When he lowered his head and put down the bowl, some sad words came out from behind the bowl.
"If you catch my baby girl entering the house after ten o'clock in the evening again, I will slap you every time I see you!"
Wei Qingyu smiled brightly, like a little fox who had stolen some honey.
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
Wei Tianxing patted his belly and was so happy that he couldn't see the slightest bit of acting.
"Your Uncle Wen and I are trying to guess what the effects of Lin Chou's food are."
The words "Uncle Wen" are pronounced clearly, every word is pronounced, and the words are sonorous and powerful.
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Wei Tianxing acted as if he didn't see the expressions of the two of them.
"Oh, look, Lao Wen is still better than my daughter. She knows how cold it is and how hot she is, respecting the old and loving the young!"
"Well, this plate of radish is good, why isn't it served with braised beef intestine?"
"The meat is carefully made in the woods. Oh, my dear daughter cut it by herself. The slice is as thick as three fingers. Hahaha, it's rare for my daughter to know that Fatty, I like to eat such big chunks of meat." It’s refreshing when you take it”
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