Sima Yang awkwardly stood upright while holding on to a table, his watery eyes full of surprise: "Brother, why are you here?"
Sima Qing raised her eyebrows lazily and did not answer. She bent down in front of me, reached out and grabbed my collar accurately, lifted me up, and dragged me from the ground: "I want to figure out the answer."
No? Hillbilly?"
He, he, he, what did he call me?! Hillbilly? Damn brat, how dare you give me a nickname?!
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I pushed Sima Qing away with all my strength, jumped up angrily, put my hands on my hips, and screamed wildly: "Sima Qing, I come from the fashion capital of the future, and I am not a country bumpkin!"
Speaking of country bumpkins, what are these ancient talents really? Huh! Hurry up and run away in disgrace, with your tail between your legs, you ancient country bumpkins! [
When Sima Qing heard this, her whole face changed. Her transparent and fair face suddenly turned into black coal, and her extremely hard fist shone coldly in the moonlight: "Do you want to be punched by me?"
I jumped up suddenly, ran quickly to hide behind Sima Qing, exposed my head and timidly looked at Sima Qing, whose whole body was about to burn: "I...I...I didn't make a mistake, you...
Why..."
Sima Qing stretched out her big foot and kicked over a table, making a loud noise: "You damn can't remember the answer to the mirror!"