As my little lover finished speaking, I suddenly felt like I had a sudden realization!
Sure enough, in my mind, I clearly felt that the trick that Yin Can saw was being magnified and replayed in an infinite loop. Within one second, the trick of Meteor and Moon had been rehearsed in my mind for ten times.
several times...
A few seconds later, Yin Can put away the bone-tapping stick in his hand, then took a long breath and said, "How is it? How many percent of this move can you remember?"
As Yin Can spoke, he took off the flask from his belt and drank.
I paused, followed the familiarity of the drill in my mind, and then made a gesture to Yin Can.
Yin Can glanced at me and said: "Thirty percent? Not bad. Just being able to remember 30% in one go is already a small accomplishment."
I shook my head and said, "It's not 30%!"
"Not 30%? Is that 00%?" Yin Can stared at the circle drawn by my index finger and thumb.
I couldn't help but rolled my eyes and said, "Lingcheng, your sister, this is an OK gesture, do you understand?"
"ok?"
"You don't even know ok. It's so low. ok means it's done."
After saying this, I took the bone-breaking stick from Yin Can, who was dubious, and then rehearsed each sword style according to the picture that just appeared in my mind.
When I first started, Yin Can's face was still doubtful. When he saw me taking the bone knocking stick, there was still a touch of disdain in his eyes.
But when I raised the bone-breaking stick in my hand, and then slashed it down in the air, suddenly, a fierce momentum suddenly emerged!
And in the next second, I felt as if there was an extra bright moon in front of my eyes, and the bone-breaking stick in my hand turned into a wisp of shooting stars...
I calmly slashed and slashed, and in the blink of an eye, when I glanced at Yin Can from the corner of my eye, I found that his mouth was already wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.
"impossible!"
The wine bottle in Yin Can's hand was dripping with wine, and a pair of cloudy eyes were staring at me!
"Hey, I said, ok is ok, you still don't believe me?" I raised my eyebrows and said to Yin Can.
Yin Can couldn't help but shook his head, and I grabbed the wine bottle from his hand, tilted my head and took a sip!
"Bah, this wine tastes really bad!"
I took a sip of it like a cow drinking water, and immediately felt very refreshed!
I don’t know how my cheap master’s wine was made. It tastes terrible, but let alone it, after drinking this wine, I feel like my whole body has been sublimated...
"Let me tell you, old man Yin, how did you make this wine? It's a bit too bad to drink." I frowned and said to Yin Can.
"A guy who doesn't respect teachers!"
Yin Can snatched the wine bottle back, and then took a deep sip from the wine bottle. He looked so intoxicated that it made me want to pick up a brick and hit him on the head.
"I also learned how to make this wine from others." Yin Can said.
"You have to learn from others to make such a terrible drink? I think Uncle Quan's pure natural, pollution-free and original 60-year-old collection of fairy water smells better than yours."
"Sixty-year treasure? Fairy water? Why haven't I heard of this kind of wine?"
"You have been imprisoned for twenty years, how can you know so much." I said with contempt for Yin Can.
Yin Can's eyes lit up, "Really? How does that taste?"
"You want to drink, hey, you can drink it, Uncle Quan wants it, he carries it with him every day!"
Yin Can licked his lips and asked me again: "Didn't you lie to me? Does Mr. Quan really have so many years of collection?"
"Why did I lie to you? If you don't believe me, you can ask him tomorrow to see if there is really a 60-year-old collector's edition of fairy water."
As soon as I finished speaking, Yin Can had already slipped out in a puff of smoke. Before leaving, he left a few words: "Old man Quan actually has this collection. I will go over to him tonight to ask for a drink..."
Looking at Yin Can's quickly disappearing figure, I was stunned. I didn't expect that my cheap master would go to Uncle Quan so late to ask for the 60-year-old collector's edition of the fairy water.
The little lover in the jade ring couldn't help covering his mouth and chuckled. I touched my chin, and an extremely evil picture came to mind in my mind: Yin Can rushed to Uncle Quan's house covered in dust, and then...
He kicked open the door of Uncle Quan's house and told Uncle Quan aggressively that he wanted to drink his 60-year-old collector's edition of the fairy water.
As a result, Uncle Quan's face turned cold and he glanced down at his crotch. The next second, Yin Can rushed over impatiently...
When I imagined this scene, I smiled from ear to ear, and the little lover in the jade ring spat at me.
That night, I didn't have much to do, so I was bored and spent most of the night practicing catching meteors and catching the moon with a bone-tapping stick in the incineration room.
The little lover has already gone to the little black room to find Little Tomato to cultivate feelings. Little Tomato doesn’t know what’s going on. It automatically clears its original memory every seven days, so every time the little lover goes to find her, Little Tomato will
Tomato was so stupid that he thought she was a stranger...
This kind of thing made Mu Qing quite sad at first, but then she gradually got used to it, but the only drawback was that I found that the little tomatoes didn't seem to grow big. Apart from eating tomatoes every time, there was nothing else at all.
changes.
The next morning, Uncle Quan had just entered the incineration room with his front legs, and I quickly slipped out with my back legs.
"Smelly boy, what did you say to that stinky Taoist priest?" Uncle Quan asked from behind me.
I hurriedly walked out of the crematorium, "I didn't say anything. I'm getting off work first. I'll talk to Uncle Haquan later..."
After successfully leaving the crematorium, when I returned to the rental house, I once again met that elegant Korean woman on the road - Han Yun.
I stared at the two dark circles under my eyes and strode to Han Yun's side. I found that she was wearing a light red dress today and a chiffon halter top. Her snow-white skin was immediately exposed.
!
I glanced at this elegant and mature woman from the corner of my eye, then looked at the new dog on her hand, and then said with a smile on my face: "An Ningha Seyo (in Korean)
You mean it)."
Han Yun glanced at me, then turned his head again and walked forward.
I raised my eyebrows, sir, why are you ignoring me? At least, I have saved you, why don't you be so cold?
I said again: "Manla's panga is rice (which means please take care of me in Korean)."
Han Yun finally stopped, his face still cold and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about, you should just speak Chinese."
Okay, now my brother is really embarrassed!
I originally planned to use my few Korean words to bring me closer to this beautiful Korean woman, but unexpectedly I was slapped in the face instead.
I blushed and said, "Hello, I'm the one who saved you last time. My Chinese name is Zhou Lingfeng."
"I know." Han Yun paused, then frowned and said, "Do you have another name?"
"I also have an English name, Zhoulingfeng." I smiled at Han Yun, showing my white teeth.
Han Yun was speechless for a while, and after sweeping his cold eyes over me, he stopped at the dog at his feet.
"Let's go home." Han Yun said to the dog. Before I could speak again, I saw the dog suddenly turned its head and barked at me fiercely.
"Oh my gosh, even a dog bullied me?" I felt very unhappy in my heart. After all, I am also a person who came from the crematorium. How can I be bullied by a dog?
But at this moment, Han Yun suddenly turned around and asked me: "Have you seen other dogs nearby? I have already lost two dogs here."
"Um, you specialize in raising dogs? Can you throw away so many dogs?" I asked.
Han Yun shook his head, "I have been with dogs since I was a child. The first dog was a shepherd, and the second dog was a bulldog. Now both of them are gone, and this is the last one left."
After Han Yun finished speaking to me, he turned around and left again.
When I looked at that elegant and slender back, I felt a dryness in my throat.
It is said that Asian women have three strongest skills, one is Japanese women's makeup technique, one is Chinese women's PS technique, and the other is Korean women's plastic surgery. At the moment, I don't know about this beautiful Korean woman with a delicate face -
Han Yun, is she also an artificial beauty...
Ten minutes later, I returned to the rental house, and as soon as I entered the house, I smelled a strong fragrance.
Before I could ask, I saw Monk Hua wave to me mysteriously and whispered: "Have you ever heard of a bulldog? I got one today. I don't know if the beef flavor is strong enough..."