"I'll secretly cry every night," said Clumsy, obviously joking, but he only took it literally, and he was still so happy that he couldn't do it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

One of her hands was hidden in the folds of her clothes, and then he deliberately reached in and touched it, and then simply held it tightly.

Even he didn't understand where he had such courage, and he didn't know how she acquiesced, so he was stunned.

"Will you cleanse my soul?"

"Look at you fool!" thought Clumsy meanly, glancing around the corner, hoping for an opportunity to avoid the conversation.

"Will you?"

"Well—yes, really, Mr. Angry Bag. Pray three rounds of prayers every night, at least!"

The gas bag quickly looked around, holding his stomach and holding his breath.

In fact, they were alone together, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And, even if he were to encounter such a God-given opportunity again, his courage might not be enough!

"Miss Piaoxiang—I'll tell you something. I-I love you!"

"Huh?" said Clumsy absentmindedly, glancing through the debating crowd towards the place where Mengjiao was still sitting at his weak feet talking.

"Really!" said the puffered bag in a low voice.

She was too happy to laugh or scream or faint, for he usually imagined that young ladies would be like that on such occasions.

"I love you, you're the most - the most - the most - " for the first time in his life, he hit his tongue,

"The most beautiful girl and the loveliest and gracious person I have ever known, and you have the noblest wind, and I love you with all my heart.

I can't expect you to love someone like me.

But, my dear Miss Piaoxiang, as long as you can give me a little encouragement, I am willing to do anything in the world to make you love me. I'm will-"

The angry bag stopped, because he could not think of a difficult action enough to prove the depth of his love to Clumsy, so he had to say simply:

"I'm going to marry you. “

When he heard the word "marriage", he suddenly returned to reality from his fantasy.

She was dreaming of getting married just now, dreaming of Mengjiao, and now she had to look at the angry bag with a look of chagrin that was difficult to hide.

How could this calf-like fool come and impose his feelings on others today, when she was almost mad with distress?

Clumsily gazed at the blue eyes of pleading, but could not see the beauty of a shy boy's first love, nor the admiration for an ideal that had been realized, or the ecstasy and affection that burned through his whole body and mind like a flame.

Dumb was accustomed to the men who proposed to her, some of whom were much more seductive than the angry buns, and they were far more dexterous than he was, and would never ask such a question at a picnic when she had something more important on her mind.

All she saw was a 30-year-old boy who was as red as a carrot and a little silly.

She wished she could tell him how silly he looked.

But the words which her mother had taught her to say on such occasions slipped into her lips naturally, and she, out of a long-standing habit, looked down silently, and whispered:

"I understand your kindness, Mr. Angry, and I feel honored to have me as your wife, but it came so suddenly, I don't know what to say. “

It's a neat way to appease a man's vanity and keep fishing for him.

So he swam up happily, and he thought that the bait was very fresh, and he was the first to bite it.

"I will wait forever!

I won't force it unless you're completely up to your mind. Please say that I can hold on to that hope!, Miss Piaoxiang. ”

"Hmm!" Clumsy replied nonchalantly, his sharp eyes continuing to stare at Mengjiao.

He was still looking at the weak smile.

Didn't participate in the discussion of the Human-Demon Holy War.

If the fool who was begging her to be quiet for a while, maybe she would have heard them clearly.

She had to hear clearly.

What did the weak say that made his eyes look so interesting?

Her words mixed out the voice she was listening to.

"Well, don't make a noise!" she said softly, not even looking at him, and twisted it under his hand.

Taken aback, he first felt ashamed, his face flushed from the stupid reprimand, and then he smiled when he saw the stupid eyes fixed on his sister.

Stupid, I'm afraid no one will hear him.

She naturally felt embarrassed, a little shy, and more worried that someone might be eavesdropping.

However, a sense of male strength swelled in his heart that he had never experienced before.

Because this is the first time in his life that he has embarrassed a girl.

The shock in his heart was intoxicating.

He changed his expression to look like he didn't mind.

At the same time, he deliberately twisted his clumsy hand in return, indicating that he was a dignified man, and understood and accepted her reproach.

It turned out that she was just a schoolgirl, but everyone knew what men thought of female pedants.

The best way to keep a man interested and capture his interest is to take him as the center of the conversation, and then gradually bring the topic to you and keep it going.

If the weak turned out to be like this:

"How great you are" or "How could you think of such a thing?" but the mere thought of it makes his little head blow up!"

Then stupidity will have reason to be afraid.

But she, facing a man at her feet, began to talk as if she were in a church.

By this time, the clumsy outlook had become clearer.

In fact, it was so clear that she turned her head and smiled at Bao Yan with pure joy.

Thinking that this was a proof of her love, he happily snatched her fan and swung it so vigorously that it made her hair messy.

"You didn't have a voice in support of us, Mengjiao. "Little sloppy? didn't have the brains to look back from the crowd of yelling men.

At this time, Mengjiao had to apologize and stand up.

I can't find anyone as beautiful as him anymore -

Clumsy noticed how graceful his calm appearance was, and how brilliant his golden hair and mustache were in the sun, and secretly praised him in his heart.

Then, even the older ones had to be quiet and listen to him.

"Why, gentlemen, if the demon wants to fight, I'll go with it.

Otherwise, why would I go to the barracks?"

As he spoke, a pair of purple eyes opened wide, and the usually somewhat sleepy look disappeared in a strong expression that Clumsy had never seen before.

"But, like God, I hope that the Southerners will make us peaceful, and there won't be a human-demon holy war—"

At this moment, a cacophony erupted from the young men of the ghost family and the brainless family, and he smiled and raised his hand and continued:

"Yes, yes, I know that we have been deceived and insulted.

But what are we going to do if we're in the position of the Southerners, and they're going to secede from the Union?

Probably the same. We won't say yes either. ”

"Here he is again," thought Clumsy. "Always put yourself in other people's shoes. “

In her view, only one side of any debate could be right.

Sometimes Mengjiao is simply incomprehensible.

"Most of the suffering in the world is caused by human and demon jihads.

Let's not get too hot, it's better not to fight.

As soon as the human and demon holy war is over, no one knows what is going on. “

Clumsy listened and scoffed.

Meng Jiao is fortunate that there is nothing to blame in terms of courage, otherwise it will be troublesome.

She thought about it like this, and a loud shout of strong protest and indignation erupted around Mengjiao.

At this time, in the gazebo, the deaf old man was also asking Rourou a loud question.

"What the hell is going on? What are they talking about?"

"Human-demon holy war!" Rourou shouted with her hand on the back of his ear.

"Human-demon holy war, huh?"

He shouted and fumbled with his cane as he rose from his chair, showing a vigor he hadn't had in years.

"I'm going to tell them what a human-demon holy war is like, I've fought it. “

He staggered to the crowd, waving his cane and shouting along the way.

Because he could not hear the voices around him, he soon and indisputably took over the pulpit.

"Listen to me. You fiery boys, don't even think about fighting.

I have fought, and I know very well that I first participated in the Human and Demon Holy War in Hanjing Mountain, and later participated in the Human and Demon Holy War in Haijiao Bay as a big fool.

You don't know what's going on with the Worm Spirit, Human, and Demon Holy War.

You think it's riding a beautiful unicorn foal, asking the girls to throw flowers at you, and then going home as a hero.

Oh, not so.

No, sir, it was starvation, a rash from sleeping under the wetlands, and pneumonia. Either rash and pneumonia, or dysentery.

Yes, sir, this is how the human and demonic jihad deals with the human stomach - dysentery and the like-"

The young ladies blushed a little.

He reminds people of a more brutal era, like Grandma Ghost and her embarrassingly loud hiccups that everyone wants to forget.

"Go and get your grandfather here," said one of the old gentleman's daughters softly to the little girl standing nearby.

Then she whispered to the restless couples around her:

"I mean, he's just getting worse and worse day by day.

Can you believe it, this morning he told Ah Hong that she was only 16 years old.

Come on, girl--"

Then the voice became a whisper and could not be heard clearly, and now the little granddaughter was slipping out to pull him back to the shade of the spirit tree and sit down.

The girls were smiling excitedly, the men were arguing passionately, all of them were tossing around under the spirit tree, and only one of them seemed calm, and that was Zhou Bo.

The clumsy gaze fell on him, and he stood there leaning against the Great Spirit Tree, his hands in his trouser pockets.

Because the mask left him, he stood alone, and saw that everyone was talking more and more hotly, and he did not say a word.

His two red lips curled down under his short-trimmed luminous mustache, and his glow-in-the-dark eyes shone with amusement and contempt—

This contempt is like listening to a child's quarrel.

What an unpleasant smile, thought to Clumsy Thought.

He listened quietly until he daydreamed, and he repeated again with his red hair and fiery eyes:

"Why, we'll be able to kill them in a month! Gentlemen will always prevail over the thugs.

A month--a battle-"

"Gentlemen," Zhou Bo said in a rigid and slow tone of the Spirit Mouse Grave, still standing there leaning against the Great Spirit Tree, with his hands in his trouser pockets as usual,

"May I say that, okay?"

His attitude was as contemptuous as his eyes, and this contempt smacked of excessive politeness, which made the gentlemen's own attitude seem ridiculous.

The crowd turned to him and gave him the courtesy that an outsider should always receive.

"Have any of you ever thought, gentlemen, that there is not a single cannon factory north of the Golden Spike Circle?

Ever wondered that in the north, there are so few iron foundries?

Or crystal material factories, Jiaojin spinning mills and tanneries?

Did you ever think that we didn't even have a single warship, and that the Southerners could block our ports in a week, so that we couldn't sell them abroad?

But -- of course -- gentlemen have thought of these situations. ”

"Why, he thinks these lads are fools!" thought Stupid, blushing with rage.

Apparently, she was not the only one who had this idea at the time, because several of the boys had cocked their chins and seemed very unconvinced.

Huang Quan?Mask quickly returned to his seat next to the speaker, seemingly unintentionally, as if to emphasize to everyone present that this person was his guest and remind them that there were female guests here.

"The trouble with most of us northerners is that we neither get out and about much, nor do we get enough knowledge from our travels.

Fortunately, of course, all gentlemen are accustomed to traveling.

But what do you see?

Sanssouci Continent, Golden City and Silver City, and of course the ladies have also been to Feijing City.

You see hotels, museums, balls, gambling and then you come back, believing that there is no better place in the world than in the north. “

He bared a mouthful of white teeth and smiled, as if knowing that everyone present understood the reason why he no longer lived in the Spirit Rat Tomb, but even if he did, he didn't care.

"I've seen a lot of things you haven't seen before.

Thousands of foreign immigrants, workers, iron foundries, shipyards, iron mines, and black gold mines who were willing to fight for the Southerners for food and a few gold coins.

Everything we don't have.

Why, all we have is Jiaojinhua, holy servants and arrogance.

They're going to finish us all out in a month. “

A tense moment ensued, and the audience fell silent.

Zhou Bo took out a fine linen handkerchief from his jacket pocket and leisurely dusted off the purple dust on his sleeve.

There was an ominous whisper from the crowd, and from the gazebo came the humming sound of a swarm of bees that had just been frightened. (To be continued.) )