Chapter 924: Lao Wang: The cruel life has made me elliptical
Drinking soup, changing clothes, wiping his face, and soaking his feet. These things, as much as he enjoyed them normally, were now so painful. Lao Wang was as stiff as a puppet. After a while, he felt like a puppet falling into a pot of warm water.
The frog inside was cooked bit by bit, with its belly turned over and steaming out.
"Hey, that..."
"It's night, go to sleep. The water you need to drink at night is on the table."
"Eh, alas..."
The lights are off.
The floor-to-ceiling windows projected a beam of bright, angular moonlight, and a full moon just hung at the top of the skylight. Looking through the skylight, it looked extremely huge, as huge as filling the entire night sky. Lao Wang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
, and the moon looked at each other for maybe an hour, without the other party even blinking. His eyes were so astringent that it was as if he could hear the sound of his eyelids rubbing against his eyeballs.
Lao Wang couldn't help but wonder, people say that couples don't have an overnight feud, so is it possible that the hatred is still there, but the couple is actually gone?
No, this doesn't hit the mark...
In order to avoid a worse situation, Lao Wang is ready to devote his full body and a certain degree of dignity to Stud Yang Qi!
Reach out, bravely, tiptoe, trembling...
There is warm and fragrant nephrite in the quilt.
"Hmm~"
Tai Xiaoyi made a sleepy and muffled half tone, which was very soft and smooth.
Lao Wang shamelessly stuck to it.
"Little miss, can I tell you a joke? It's about a female classmate of mine who lived off campus in high school. Her parents went back to her hometown to visit relatives and left her there by herself. She was quite timid. One day, when she came home from evening classes, a particularly tall girl
A particularly strong middle-aged man wearing slippers and a hood carried a chain and followed her all the way. She even entered the elevator with her. She was very scared. Then the middle-aged man suddenly shook the chain and said: Little girl, you don't want it.
Afraid, I—fuck, where’s my dog?”
Tai Xiaoyi, with her back on her back, listened to the nervous and cold jokes of this clumsy little boy-like guy, feeling somewhat dumbfounded in her heart.
"It's late, go to bed~ um~"
A big sister with Tai Xiaoyi's temperament can be too smart to refuse. Even if her heart is full of knots, she can still be affectionate and fragrant.
Her age, experience, and way of thinking are destined to prevent her from rejecting or threatening as easily as a young and energetic little girl. Noisy may be useful for a while, but it will eventually wear away each other's patience and affection.
This is not the cold war or cold violence.
Tai Xiaoyi is using her own way and her own temperament to declare her little emotions. In addition to crying and making noise, she also has a more rational approach. She is trying to leave more space for herself and him.
and leeway to avoid escalation of conflicts.
But at this moment, Tai Xiaoyi obviously couldn't calm down.
Lao Wang is trying his best to say nice things, working hard like a fat baby maggot squirming sideways. His gentle offensive is definitely aimed at the husband. From the perspective of Lao Wang's brain circuit, this is definitely extremely sincere.
Show off, and please.
A hand put on his waist and patted him: "You just know how to abuse me."
Ecstasy overwhelms my heart!
"Little miss?"
But somehow he realized that her voice was not quite right. Looking through the moonlight, he discovered that the little lady's face was covered with tears, and her eyes were as sad as a mermaid lying on the beach.
No matter how stubborn he was, he knew that the words he just said were not love words. Lao Wang was stunned: "Little...little miss...I..."
In a closed room, in the sultry moonlight at midnight, and in addition to a big beast's deep and simple explanation of his heart and lungs, Tai Xiaoyi's intelligence and reason were quickly expelled, her emotional threshold was extremely low, and she was so fragile that she could no longer pretend to be indifferent.
and nothing happened.
Tai Xiaoyi suddenly turned around and bit Lao Wang's shoulder, making a squeaking sound, and whimpered: "What do you think of me? You just know how to abuse me, and I have followed you. I took you to see my mother, and you still
...return..."
"My..."
The smooth-tongued Wang was really busy talking about things in his mouth, unable to even utter a single sentence.
Are you running out of words when it's your turn to speak?
The effect of this kind of answer that is not an answer is completely negative. Tai Xiaoyi pursed her lips, raised her body sideways, turned over and sat on Lao Wang, her voice was as harsh as a piece of ice.
"The Black Book of the Dead! Bring it!"
"Here, here..."
"His name is Huang Yu! Resurrect him now! Do it!"
"Ah?! Hiss... little miss, you, you, you, slow down, your waist is broken, it, it, it will be broken too!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Don't change the subject! You don't have to? Transfer the ownership of the Black Sutra to me! I will do it myself! He saved my life! Not only did I save him, but I can also give him another life! Just let him see what I am now
Look like this! Look what he got in exchange for his life! Don’t you think I want this? I’m shameless! I’m shy and hateful! I’m despicable! Okay! Then I’ll prove it to you!”
"Sister, my sister, don't... hiss..."
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The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic says: If Yang Qi is lost in the sky and the sun, life will be shortened and it will not flourish.
Men will grow, but tuition fees will occasionally be expensive.
If a person's physical body can be easily destroyed or healed, then a person's spirit is neither easily destroyed nor easily healed.
But now the fair and fat Lao Wang gives people a feeling of deep-set eye sockets, as if there is a layer of hazy green energy radiating from the eye sockets all the way to the face and then to the center of the eyebrows and temples, and he is approaching twilight.
He is made of iron and steel, but his soul is out of body.
Li Cang raised his eyelids and immersed himself in typing text on his mobile phone. After a moment, an emotionless mechanical reading sound came from the mobile phone——
"You bastard!"
"Don't you like this?"
"Are you satisfied with me doing this?"
"You bastard! Talk! Don't you usually talk a lot!"
Lao Wang's blue face suddenly shone back, filled with an abnormal black and red color, and he suddenly felt dizzy in his head.
"You, you, you, the fuck, are you listening to me again?"
"Heh, Dalei Zi and I were in the insect nest yesterday."
Li Cang and Li Laixi's physiques are so buggy, well, maybe just enough to extend the plot.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Repeated beating in this cool, paper-thin world did not make Lao Wang's meat become chewy and elastic, but instead became as crispy as a sculpture that has been weathered for centuries.
The edges and corners have been worn away and become oval, Tai Xiaoyi's hoarse madness, the sadness and even despair in his words, even a heartless and careless character like Lao Wang, who does everything as he pleases, is still completely intact, leaving a huge psychological shadow.
Lao Wang is really unable to get up this time.
The heart-wrenching feeling and the trembling liver and gallbladder yesterday made him feel thirsty and thirsty just thinking about it now.
Lao Wang is not stupid, and he can hear Tai Xiaoyi's determination and extremeness. She may be grateful, nostalgic, and recall the past, and her face turned pale when she saw the Black Book of the Dead for the first time, but she is really prepared to use her
death to pay the price and respond to doubts.
Such a young lady cannot be slandered.
Finally, can you call it cowardice when it comes to professional players? Just follow your heart!
Lao Wang twisted his mouth and sneered, his tone condescending and indifferent: "That guy was a walking corpse when he died, and he is still a walking corpse when he lives. Hehe, he will be useless if you give him a chance."
Li Cang gasped: "Have you really tried it, Timi??"
"The Black Sutra is still there! Ha, I'm not a fool, I have a temper! You're just a little girl, and you can't get her to drink at your fingertips? How dare she cook if I let her get on the kang?"
"Ah, yes, yes..."
Li Cang made a perfunctory sound.
The main dish for lunch is Bambi’s unreliable parents. Anyway, they are parents who care about their children but not their children. I won’t embarrass you. Let’s all be well. Hello, I’m okay. Hello everyone. Warm your heart and warm your stomach.
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Li Laixi didn't express any opinion on Tai Xiaoyi's surprise today. She just expressed euphemistically that next time if she dares to let my mother eat such stewed meat and barbecue, Miss Qiu is too lazy to come and smell it, she will eat the ogre's ancestral meat.
The idea of a soup pot please come out and give someone a hot bath.
Lao Wang nodded like he was pecking at rice.
(Ps: Please explain the chapter. There is no charge for the following.
It's not that the little lady is inexplicable, nor is it that I wrote it inexplicably. I didn't write the whole thing in any obscure or relatively obscure Spring and Autumn style. I don't know that kind of high-end stuff, there are no hints, it's all obvious.
Chapter 922 - Wuwu Disaster has been written very clearly. A whole chapter has been written about this. According to the distance, the Black Book of the Dead draws people together. Theoretically, there should only be three people on the first echelon of the reserve, namely Grandpa Zhong and Li.
Laixi’s father and Tai Xiaoyi’s ex-husband. The ex-husband’s surname is Huang and Huang Yu. He is from Li Changyang and his wife is raised by Lao Wang. The actual situation is slightly different, but there is no problem in simplifying it like this. See Chapter 13 for the process of the incident.
-Bring it to me, Chapter 39 - The King's Disappointment.
So, what do you think Lao Wang was thinking at that time? Why do you think Tai Xiaoyi behaved like this?
No need to ask anymore.
AND, I won’t make Huang Yuhe become more powerful. If I have to say it, their chances are even slimmer than Lacang 2.0. There is no way to write it this way!
By the way, I want to complain about myself. The guy with Yin Moden's skills was an unplanned whim. He came here. With Yin Moton, wouldn't this Black Book of the Dead be worthy of him? He also thought that he could use it in Rao Qifang's retreat, but once again,
I think, the copied version of the Black Scripture is really inappropriate and inappropriate for my mother to use. However, after writing it and everything coming out, I have to be responsible for it. You have to consider the collateral effects it will bring.
Well, what is the biggest impact of this thing?
Yes, who is resurrected...
Although I may not be able to think of anyone if I don’t write about it, and even if they think of it, they may not care about it, but I definitely can’t pass the test in my heart.
I can't write emotional dramas and my writing skills are limited.
Writing this kind of thing is thankless. I know that some readers will be very disgusted with this and similar plots, but some things have to be written since they are there. This is the author's final conscience. I have my own thoughts and can only
Let’s just say I will try my best to make it as perfect and flesh-and-blood as possible.
In the end, this is a hurricane caused by a butterfly flapping its wings. Timi is just a prop on a whim. This wave is like putting himself into a pit and filling it with some soil. It is a big injustice.)
