But Furong still didn't know it, and still had an expression on her face that said, "I've guessed it. Don't be sorry. It depends on whose tent you want to get into. I'll tell you later... Ah - you crazy woman, what the hell?"
Why hit me?"
Once again, Furong jumped up while holding her head. This time, Shan Rong casually picked up a wooden stick and hit her with it. However, if Shan Rong looked carefully, she could see that Furong was jumping while holding her head.
At that time, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looked at Shan Rong's little face that was red with anger, shining with an unknown light.
It's a pity that Shan Rong didn't notice it, and Fu Rong didn't have more time to appreciate Shan Rong's little face glowing with anger, because, "You stupid woman, why did you pull out the tent stick?" Unfortunately, Shan Rong was working hard.
I wanted to hit him, but I had no time to reply to him.
Furong raised her hands high, trying to prop up the collapsed tent roof, but Shan Rong's anger hadn't finished yet, and he was waving the wooden stick that was supposed to support the tent... So, he jumped and hid at the same time.
, while trying to hold up the tent.
"Oh my god, you crazy woman, there's still a fire in the tent!" It was the candle that was originally used for lighting. It went out after the two of them struggled with it. I'm really glad that it went out instead of igniting it.
What, caused the fire.
"Ms. sir, tell me, when will that fool think of leaving the tent?" Outside the tent, at the door of another tent less than two steps away from the lively couple, Xi'er stood in front of Shangguan Yuntian, letting Shangguan Yuntian hug him.
Holding her waist, the two of them looked at the messed up tent with expressions of hopelessness.
"Wait until he figures it out." Shangguan Yuntian also looked at the collapsed tent with a funny face. He saw two humanoid objects twisting around inside from time to time, and according to what he saw...
...The two people are probably twisted together now, and they are fighting directly at close range... I wonder if Eleven's disguise technique will be discovered in such a situation...
"When do you think he will figure it out?" Xi'er looked at the two twisted figures. The wooden stick that originally supported the tent could no longer be swung or erected. It was just tilted to hold it up.
He left a little space and let the two of them roll over: "Is this called a fight between shrews?"