How can one become an immortal if he is so lazy? Chapter 236 The International Convention on the Rights of the Child defines a child as anyone under the age of 18...
Chapter 236 The International Convention on the Rights of the Child defines a child as anyone under the age of 18...
"Hoo!"
Under Po Meng's vigilant gaze, Hei Yang Hongli put all the small stools they had moved out back into the storage bag, put her hands in, and groped carefully.
What kind of work are you going to do for her again?
Po Meng frowned and realized that things were not simple.
Hei Yang took out a broom and Hong Li took out a dustpan and swept the non-existent dust on the ground of Meng Po Pavilion.
What are you sweeping? Meng Poting is much cleaner than your old broom, right?
After confirming that there was no dust on the ground, Heiyang Hongli looked at each other and pulled out a layer of mattresses, another layer of mattresses, and another layer of mattresses from the storage bag...
The mattresses were folded up, and sheets were put on them. The two of them rolled on the sheets from one side, rolling around intoxicatedly, until they collided in the center, then bounced back, side by side, with their heads upwards, and kicked each other again.<
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A large quilt unfolded, wrapping the two of them, and forcing them to squeeze towards each other's position. They pressed the edge of the quilt under their bodies to cover them up, and put a large soft pillow under their heads to ensure that their postures were in the most comfortable state.
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Then, Hongying Hongli folded his hands on his chest, lay flat on the "bed", closed his eyes, died peacefully, coughed... and fell asleep peacefully.
The expressions of the boys and girls are calm and peaceful. After closing their eyes, the dead eyes are no longer visible, allowing people to focus on the other four features on their faces: delicate, beautiful, and dazzling.
Even Mrs. Meng had to admit that as long as these two naughty children closed their eyes and mouths, they looked really pretty, quiet and lovable, and they were just like two sleeping beauties, ahem...
Even the wailing and hissing ghosts in the Wangchuan River seemed unable to bear to destroy the tranquility and became cautious, lest they disturb the two of them.
For a time, the surrounding atmosphere became harmonious and beautiful...
"Bang! Bang!"
Use the spoon on each of the melon seeds on both heads.
"Ouch!"*2
Heiyang Hongli sat up suddenly, covering her head with an unhappy look on her face, and looked at the perpetrator, Po Meng.
"Grandma Meng, why are you beating us again!"
"That's right, isn't it time to rest?"
"Hmm?"
Po Meng raised her eyebrows and said with both anger and amusement: "I can understand that I want you to rest and change into a comfortable position, but..."
Pointing to the quilts on the two of them, Po Meng couldn't help but complain: "I didn't ask you to bring all the beds here!
What's the big deal sleeping here? This is a workplace, okay!"
"Hey, what's there..."
Hongli curled her lips, pointed at the sky, and argued based on the theory.
"Look at how dark it is. It's time to take a rest and sleep!"
"Uh..."
Po Meng raised her head and looked at the sky. There were faint yellow clouds in the gray sky, and the horizon was red in the distance, as if lava was burning.
But there is still a little bit of light embedded in the gray screen like stars, which is the passage connecting the world managed by the underworld...
"Is there a possibility..."
The corner of Meng Po's mouth twitched a few times, and she couldn't help but said: "Is the sky in the underworld always like this?"
"Huh?!"
Hei Yang's eyes widened and he said excitedly: "So we can sleep forever?!"
"As expected of you, Hei Yang!"
Hongli gave her boyfriend a thumbs up and patted him on the shoulder: "You understand!"
"Hehe, just so-so..."
"Ah this..."
Po Meng felt that her facial muscles were a little sore from the cramps, and she rolled her eyes: "Then I said you are working the night shift at the head office, right?"
"!!!"
The expressions of the two people changed: "How could this be so?!"
"No, absolutely not!"
Hongli crossed her arms and said resolutely: "If you refuse the boss to uncontrollably squeeze employees, start with me!"
"That's right!"
Hei Yang nodded sternly: "Even if you are a temporary worker and don't have five insurances and one housing fund, you can't work overtime like this, right? Should temporary workers be oppressed like this?!"
"Ah? Isn't that what it is?"
Po Meng showed a puzzled expression: "Otherwise, why do you think they are called temporary workers?"
Hei Yang: "..."
Hongli: "..."
Po Meng: "..."
"Hey, hey, come on, don't look at me like that, it makes me really abuse you!"
Mrs. Meng rolled her eyes: "People are looking for helpers to work, but I am looking for two little ancestors."
"Oh, don't say that!"
Hongli smiled and said: "Grandma Meng, you are an elder, don't be like a child!"
"It is forbidden to rely on small businesses to sell small things, and it is forbidden to get close to others."
Mother Meng's face was expressionless: "Brothers are still settling accounts clearly. It's abominable to use friendship to tie up work!"
"Ah this..."*2
"But having said that, that's not what I want to say..."
Po Meng sighed and pointed at the two of them speechlessly.
"Don't you want to find a place to live? I'll let my clone take you to find a better house. If you want to sleep, go and sleep there.
Laying the floor here, eh, I don’t care, you don’t mind it, either?”
"Ah? What's so uncomfortable?"
Hei Yang patted the soft mattress under him in confusion: "Aren't we prepared?"
"That is to say, and I can still hear the roar of the Forgotten River. The resentful souls, uh, think of them as seagulls chirping or something like that..."
Hongli nodded and affirmed: "Isn't this a sea view room?"
Po Meng: "???"
"Well, the more important point is that we don't have many acquaintances here."
Hei Yang scratched his head in embarrassment: "I feel like if I run somewhere else, I might be in danger or get into trouble. Anyway, it's pretty good here..."
"That is to say, you think..."
Hong Li showed a serious expression, stretched out a finger, and imagined the trouble.
"For example, a second-generation female ghost who seemed to have a very good background suddenly popped up. Her eyes lit up when she saw Hei Yang, and then she looked at me with disdain..."
Hong Li lowered her voice and said sullenly: "How many Ming coins, you name it. From now on, your man is mine, so get out of here if you know how to do it!"
"Then again, I will be furious!"
Hongli turned around, switched roles, and clenched her fists: "Oh, just you? Bah!
Xiaoyang, hide first and close your eyes, you will be fine soon!"
"Then, Huhuhaha! Heheha! Ada!"
Hongli waved her fist: "A fierce battle broke out. I crushed the opponent forcefully and trampled her under my feet. When I was excited, I even spat, which made her feel even more humiliated!"
"Damn it, damn thing, just wait for me!"
Hongli switched roles again, her face full of reluctance and her eyes full of resentment: "Do you know who I am? My second uncle's distant relative is the registered disciple of Lord Yama. You are finished. You are completely finished. I want to make you
You will never be able to stand up again!"
"Ahem...um..."
Hongli cleared her throat, spread her hands and said, "Wouldn't this cause trouble?"
"Yes, that's it!"
Hei Yang nodded affirmatively, then looked at Hong Li with his dead fish eyes, and said angrily: "So why am I the one squatting in the corner shivering?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I said yes!"
Hong Lixian glanced at Hei Yang and snorted: "I'm not willing to protect you anymore, are I?!"
"Ah yes yes..."
"Forget it, it's up to you."
Po Meng sighed and whispered: "Two weird kids..."
"Huh..."
Heiyang Hongli breathed a sigh of relief and finally settled down. Next, she just needs to lie down here comfortably and wait until the sect's construction team comes over!
The two of them put their hands behind their heads, their pillows slightly raised, and quietly looked at the alternative scenery of this underworld.
Hei Yang personally feels that if there is no death threat, the strange scenery here can indeed be called "magnificent and magnificent".
The gray sky was flowing, and the two of them looked at the stars in the sky. After knowing that they were worlds, they suddenly felt smaller.
This world is much bigger than they imagined.
The Traveling World is just one of countless worlds, and the Traveling World human race is just one of the countless races in this world, and they are the two millet grains of this race...
In such a small race in such a small world, all conspiracy calculations and competitions are meaningless...
No matter how great a person's achievements are, in the eyes of those top powers (if there is such a power), maybe he is just an extraordinarily strong one among a group of bugs?
This is not self-deprecation, but after knowing that the world is vast and boundless, I can't help but feel awe.
Maybe there will be a passionate young man who swears to the sky: I will stand at the pinnacle of the pinnacle of all heavens and worlds, and my goal is the stars and the sea. I will see that I am coming, and I will conquer!
Hei Yang Hongli is obviously not that kind of person. They just feel wonderful and even moved to tears - in this endless world, these two tiny grains of rice can meet and fall in love with each other. They are really lucky! <
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"Black Sun..."
The girl's cheerful voice came softly from her ears: "Which star in the sky did you come from?"
"Well..."
Hei Yang did not move, still looking at the sky quietly, smiling slightly: "Why do you suddenly care about this kind of thing?"
"There's no reason, it's just that..."
The red glass eyes reflect the starlight of the world, shining brightly.
"That is to say, everything about you... I care about, hehe."
"Very good..."
"Of course..."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－
My childhood sweetheart sister Lin Ge, who I haven’t seen for ten years, suddenly came to Haicheng and wanted to settle down and start a business in Haicheng.
After dinner, Yang Fan was sold by his mother, and Linge moved into the small home he bought himself.
How should Yang Fan drive this sister out...
(This is probably an entrepreneurial article with a love article title)
