Lingxi continued Pei Chuan's words and added: "Don't worry too much, Master Xinglan has opened his eyebrows and his eyes. This little trick can't be hidden from him."
"That's true." Pei Chuan said with a smile: "Even if the Eye between the Eyes is not opened, with the Taixuan Sword here, Uncle Xinglan can still find the loophole with the help of the sword's telepathy. This turtle spirit is destroying its essence and blood."
"Nima, can you just get to the point when you speak next time?" Tieshan still held the lit cigarette in his hand, took a deep puff, and cursed, "I'm going to be scared to death by you."
"Hey, I'm afraid you won't understand." Pei Chuan flicked the lighter and said, "Save it, there are no cigarettes in the bag, and I won't be able to find the butt when I get addicted to smoking."
"It's okay, I can hold it in." Tieshan said in an awesome voice.
Pei Chuan picked his nose and said angrily: "Labour and management can't hold it in."
"Ahem..." Tieshan choked and coughed loudly. He quickly rummaged through the cigarettes in his pocket and frowned: "There are three more."
"Bring it here." Pei Chuan said forcefully, "Two for me and one for you."
"Why." Tieshan held the cigarette case like a treasure and said, "I have two cigarettes, but you can't have one?"
Pei Chuan was so angry that he put his arms around Tieshan's neck and said, "Didn't you say that you can hold it in? In this case, if you give me one more, I will die."
"We usually treat each other as brothers, but at critical moments, we fall out of step. You are so unkind."
"Besides, this pack of cigarettes was originally mine, and I just smoked one. Look at you, these cigarette butts trampled all over the ground were smoked by you alone. You still have the nerve to ask me to let you go."
you?"
"Regarding your age, I have to call you big brother, and the big brother is not allowed to give in to the younger brother? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Pei Chuan was shot like a machine gun, leaving Tieshan speechless as he was "humiliated".
"Can't you two be promising enough to give up brotherhood for a cigarette?" Ji Qinghe reprimanded: "Let me keep the cigarettes, and whoever performs better will smoke more."
With that said, Ji Qinghe snatched the cigarette case from Tieshan without refusal and stuffed it into his pocket.
Pei Chuan was dumbfounded and said: "How to behave?"
Tieshan stubbornly took out the mineral water from his backpack and handed it to Ji Qinghe, saying flatteringly: "Is your mouth dry? Drink some water to moisten your throat."
"By the way, I also have chocolate here, oh, and beef jerky."
"Here, give it, eat slowly to replenish your strength."
Ji Qinghe greatly admired Tieshan's "cool and flattering" attitude, and said with satisfaction: "That's right, a kid can be taught."
Tieshan shamelessly rubbed his hands and said, "Well, that cigarette..."
"Well, you are one of the three." Ji Qinghe said generously: "Keep up the good work."
Tieshan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and glanced at the confused Pei Chuan in a show-off manner.
"Ji Qinghe." Pei Chuan gritted his teeth and shouted, "I am your senior brother."
"Well, what happens next?" Ji Qinghe took a small mouthful of beef jerky and said, "Brothers will settle the accounts, and we won't talk about personal feelings at this time."
Pei Chuan's chest rose and fell, obviously very angry.
But soon he became honest, and helped Ji Qinghe wipe the blood behind his ears with a playful smile, and said with a heartbroken look: "It hurts you, but it hurts my heart, junior sister, ah wu... my little Qingqing
Junior sister, give senior brother a cigarette."
Ji Qinghe was as dumb as a chicken, and the beef jerky in his hand fell to the ground.
She looked at Pei Chuan sadly, made a sound, and vomited.
It was so miserable to vomit, my eyes were watery, and I kept retching.
Pei Chuan put his hand on his forehead and supported Ji Qinghe in a hypocritical manner: "Junior sister, it hurts if I vomit on you..."
"I hurt you so much." Ji Qinghe kicked him up.
Pei Chuan lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, wanting to cry but without tears.
Ji Qinghe stomped his feet in confusion: "You bastard, how dare you disgust me."
