After a while, they walked back side by side. Although Sima Qing's face was still cold, it was no longer so scary: "Hey, ugly girl with a mushroom head, go get a box of matches. I want to bake pancakes. By the way, put that mushroom
Bring me the suckling pig, my friend is hungry!"
Oh! My God! Use a match to bake pancakes??! Sima Qing, this pig-head, has made it clear that she has been coveting the roasted suckling pig for a long time and wants to eat it! She also pretends to be a saint who cares about her friends.
He expressed his contempt for ten thousand years!
When the daughter of Kimura heard this, she immediately ordered two strong men to carry the roasted suckling pig to the threshold with a "hey, hey, hey" sound. She also ordered the girl to get several boxes of matches and several bundles of chopped firewood.
I bought four quilts and even lit the mosquito-repellent grass! This service can be awarded a five-star award!
With a touching smile on her face, Kimura's daughter waved her arms, flying back and forth in front of the threshold like a butterfly: "Mr.... Husband, do you need anything else? Do you want me to come in to accompany you?
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Sima Qing's face darkened, and his roar soared into the sky, causing the lime on the mottled walls to fall to the ground: "No need! Tell those people to raise their hands straight up and move back thirty miles!" [
Thirty miles backwards?! The road down the mountain was as bumpy as a twist. Did Kimura Chikane really want them to go down the mountain backwards? She shouldn't be that blind!