136. The bright weapon, the bright weapon, the shining bright weapon【9】
Tomb in the Dragon: Mingqi, Mingqi, sparkling Mingqi [9]
The village chief was impatient, and this was a good thing to benefit the children. He led a group of people to the door. From the light shadow in the window, he could clearly see his son tilting his head and squeezing his shoulders, but no one opened the door.【】
The village chief felt strange and asked someone to break open the door..."
"Guess what?" Tang Tuozi lit up his cigarette and glanced at everyone.
Su Mian was attracted by this story for a long time, and it was so immersive that he didn't even get out of it.
Di Lin next to him looked impatient, as if he had long lost interest in the boring game. Su Mian quickly took over and asked: "What?"
But Tang Baldzi took two puffs of his cigarette and was not in a hurry to answer. Su Mian felt that he was a natural storyteller and knew where to pause to whet people's appetite.
"I just saw this—this door opened—"
Tang Tuozi paused, raised his voice, and then said, "I saw the child sitting on the sofa, and my friend was lying on the couch, with his head resting comfortably on his knees, and he seemed to be relaxing. Hearing a noise,
The child who was slapping his father on the back said nothing. He looked up, smiled at everyone, and continued squeezing.
The village chief looked at the comfortable, silent man and couldn't help complaining: "Why don't you open the door at home?"
My friend was facing them and didn't move. The child smiled and said, "My dad is asleep, I'm afraid of waking him up." After that, he started to squeeze his legs again.
As soon as he said that, the village chief immediately muttered: "Didn't you say there was a meeting today? Why did he fall asleep first?"
"My dad is too tired." The child smiled childishly, "Don't wake him up, he has to rest for a long time." After saying that, he wiped off some dirt on the lying father's face.
Throw it out.
Although the thing was small, it hit the nearest vegetable farmer's face very effectively.
Everyone seemed to hear a soft squeaking sound. It was strange that there was something on the face that made this strange sound.
Everyone moved their heads to the face of the vegetable farmer who had something thrown at him, wanting to see what was thrown at his face. Sensing everyone's gaze, he slowly turned his face, his weathered face
There is a small red dot on the face, the size of a sesame seed, like a mole that has just grown up between the eyebrows.
Seeing everyone looking at him, he also felt something sticky on his body. He reached out to touch the place on his face, and felt the sticky feeling... The small dot was touched into a red line, and it was very bright across the vegetable farmer's dark face.
obvious.
The vegetable farmer lowered his head and looked at his fingers as if he was thinking about it. The taste was very familiar but also strange. "What the hell——"
His voice suddenly paused, as if he thought of something extremely frightening. His hands shook again and again as if he wanted to speak but someone grabbed his neck. His eyes widened and he was speechless, but
He pointed at the man sitting on the bed, suddenly shouted, and fell straight backwards.
Dong Dong... there was another crisp knocking sound.
Everything happened so fast. Before everyone could figure out the situation, they saw the vegetable farmer lying on the ground and twitching all over. They gathered around him and saw his eyes widened, his pupils shrinking in horror, and his mouth humming.
It was like having a stroke. Everyone was stunned. Only the village chief was more awake and hurriedly pinched him!