Zhou Bodao: "I have a few big holes in my pants, sitting in front of the girl, this light-light-facing girl-hehe, too-too rude!"

The pain in the wound was unbearable, he reached out and grabbed his shoulder, gritted his teeth hard, only to pinch his shoulder bones rattle, and shouted: "Shut up!"

Zhou Bo was in pain and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I won't open my mouth!"

Shui Condensation beckoned to Zhou Bo and said, "Come here!"

Zhou Bo limped in front of her!

Shui Ning turned his back to him and whispered, "You are the first man in the world to see my face!"

Slowly open the curtain!

Clumsy sat there like a crow, dressed in glow-in-the-dark clothes with sleeves that reached to the wrists, buttons that reached under the chin, no lace or friezes, and no jewels or anything like that other than the glow-in-the-dark jade brooch that her mother had given her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She watched those vulgar girls come and go with beautiful men's arms, all because of a rash in papaya.

The hateful thing is that he did not die honorably on the battlefield, and he did not leave her even a little capital to brag about.

She stood hostilely on the counter with her elbows propped up and watched the crowd, even though her godmother often warned her that this posture would wrinkle and twist her elbows.

What if they were twisted? She probably wouldn't have a chance to reveal them anymore anyway.

She watched hungrily as the crowds of girls in all kinds of clothes walked by, some in cream-coloured corrugated silk and rosebud headbands, some in pink satin, topped with seventeen ruffles curled with glow-in-the-dark velvet bands. Some wore light blue silk robes with a ten-meter-long skirt with wavy lace at the back. They all bare their chests and hold attractive flowers.

Sweetheart hung from the Minuteman's shoulder and walked towards the booth next door, her apple-green tulle dress so loose that it set off her waist.

The clothes were covered with a lot of cream-colored lace, which had been obtained from the last blockade ship of the Spirit Rat Mound, and the sleeping worm flaunted it, as if it was not the famous Captain Zhou Bo who was doing the business of sneaking over the blockade line but herself.

"How nice it would look if I wore this dress!" thought Clumsy to himself, full of jealousy.

Her waist was as thick as a cow. This green suits me well, it makes my eyes look -- how can someone like her be worthy of wearing this color?

Her skin was as green as a piece of cheese. It's a shame that I can't wear this color anymore, even when the mourning period is over.

No, even if I want to remarry, I can't do it. Well, I'll have to wear the unlucky old cyan, blue and lavender.

All these unfair things, she thought about it for a while, and then it passed.

Originally, life in the world belongs to the time of playing, wearing beautiful clothes, dancing, and flirting is so short, only a few years!

Then you have to get married, wear dull clothes, have children, see your slender waist ruined, sit in the corner with other married women at the dance, and only occasionally come out and dance a few times with your husband or other old gentlemen, who are specially designed to step on your feet!

If you don't, the young grandmothers will talk about you, your reputation will be ruined, and your family will be dishonored.

When you were a little girl, you spent all your time learning how to dress up and how to confuse men, but then it only took a year or two for these skills to be completed, what a terrible waste!

So, Ben Ben remembered the training she had done under her mother and Wujiao's godmother, and she knew that this training was comprehensive and excellent, because it often received good results.

It has a set of rules for you to follow, and as long as you follow them, your efforts will be successful.

You have to be lovely and blameless with the old ladies, and you have to pretend to be as simple-minded as possible, and the old ladies are often harsh and jealous, watching over the young girls like old cats, ready to trick you into grabbing you if there is anything wrong with your verbal eyebrows.

As for the old gentlemen, it is better for a girl to be mischievous and presumptuous, and to make a little flirtatious and to tease the old fools, which will make them feel that they are young again, and have no scruples, and will start to twist your cheeks and say that you are a little goblin.

Of course, you have to blush in this situation, or they will screw you further to the point of being rude, and even go back to their son and say that you are a debaucher.

For young girls and young married women, you have to smear your mouth and kiss them every time you meet, even if you see them ten times a day.

You'll have to put your arms around their waists and let them put their arms around you, even if you don't like it.

You have to show unbiased admiration for their clothes, or their babies, to make fun of their lovers, to compliment their husbands, and to smile and humbly deny their praise of you, saying that you have nothing to compare with them.

The most important thing is that you don't express your true opinion of anything more than they do.

As for other people's husbands, you have to strictly avoid suspicion, even if they are the lovers you have abandoned, and no matter how seductive they are, if you are too attentive to your young husbands, their wives will call you frivolous, and you will end up with a bad reputation, and you will never get your own lover.

But for the young single big head - oh, that's a different story!

You might as well smile at them gently, and when he immediately notices why you're smiling, you can refuse to explain it and laugh even more, amusing them as they have been pondering the mystery around you.

You can signal them to the corners of your eyes and eyebrows, promising them a few irritating things, so that they will do everything possible to talk to you alone.

So, you're alone with him, and he's going to kiss you, and then you have to pretend to be very, very wronged, very, very angry.

You can ask him to ask for your forgiveness for this vile attempt, and show forgiveness with such tenderness that he will want to kiss you again. Sometimes, but not often, you let him kiss it.

Then you start crying and declare that you are somehow confused, and that he will never respect you again. As a result, he has to wipe away your tears for you, and often makes courtship to show that he really respects you. And then it will be-

Well, there are so many things to do for a single man, and she knows them all, like secretly sending autumn waves, like smiling half-covered with a fan, like twisting her hips and swinging her skirt like a bell, crying, laughing, saying compliments, affectionately expressing sympathy, and so on.

Well, none of these tactics were unsuccessful - except for Mengjiao.

No, it seems too undeserved to be shelved forever after learning these clever techniques in just a short period of time.

How nice it would be if you didn't get married for the rest of your life, and continued to wear lovely pale green clothes, and be pursued by beautiful men forever!

But, over time, you will become an old virgin like the Rourou Mask, and everyone will say in that smug and nasty tone, "Poor fellow!"

No, after all, it's better to get married and maintain your self-esteem, even if you don't have any fun anymore.

Now, how ridiculous life is!

Why is she so stupid that Wujiao's godmother married Qi Bao and ruined her life at the age of 16?

Her indignant and hopeless illusion was suddenly interrupted as the crowd began to retreat towards the wall, and the ladies carefully held on to the rings of their skirts so that they would not be squeezed and turned over to them, exposing their panties too much and undignified.

Clumsy stood on tiptoe and looked over the heads of the crowd, only to see the leader of the folk band on the bandstand.

As soon as he gave the command, half a company of people lined up.

It took them a few minutes to practice a flexible drill, until they were sweating, winning the enthusiastic applause of the audience, and Clumsy also applauded politely with the crowd.

Then, with a dismissal, the soldiers crowded to the stalls selling sugar and lemonade, and Clumsy also turned back to the weak, thinking that it was best to quickly pretend to be a caring god to deal with her.

"They look so pretty, don't they?" she said.

Weak was busy sorting out the knits on the counter.

"Most of them would be much more beautiful if they appeared in the Psychic Sanctuary in purple uniforms," said Weak, not thinking of lowering his voice a little.

The pretentious mothers of several militia members stood close to each other and heard the weak comment.

Mrs. Potato was so angry that her face turned red and white, because her 35-year-old Potato was in this militia group.

I can't imagine that Weak would say such a thing, and I think it's terrible.

"Weak. What's wrong!"

"Stupid, that's true, I'm not talking about the kids and the old men. However, there are many militias that are perfectly capable of shooting, and that is exactly what they should be doing right now. ”

"But-but-"

Clumsy began to ponder because she had never thought about it before. "Some people stay at home because—"

What did Potato tell her about his reason for staying in Fengyun Valley?

"Some people stay at home to defend the state from invasion!"

"No one is invading us now, and no one is going to invade us," said the weak coldly, as he looked towards a group of militiamen.

"The best way to prevent the invaders from coming in is to go to the front line of the Psychic Sanctuary to fight the Southerners. As for saying that the militia stayed here to guard against a riot by the luminous people, this is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.

Why should our people riot? This is just the best excuse for cowards.

I can guarantee that as long as all the militias in the states are sent to the Psychic Sanctuary, we will be able to kill those Southerners within a month, and that's what I mean!"

"Why, weak!" cried out Dumb again, glaring at the two big eyes.

Weak's glow-in-the-dark eyes, which had been gentle, were now bursting with rage.

"My husband is not afraid to go to the front, and so is your husband. I'd rather both of them die than stay at home - oh, dear, I'm sorry. I am so reckless and cruel!"

She patted her clumsy arm comfortingly, and clumsy stared at her.

However, Clumsy is not thinking about the deceased angry bag. She was thinking about Mengjiao. What if Mengjiao would also die?

Just then Dr. Raccoon was walking towards their stall, and she turned her head and smiled at him mechanically.

"All right, girls," he beckoned them, "it is great that you can come. I know how hard it is for you to come out tonight. However, it's all for the sake of doctrine.

I'm going to tell you a secret now.

I've come up with an amazing way to get more money for the hospital tonight, but I'm afraid some of the ladies will freak out. “

At this point he paused and stroked his mosake, smiling sarcastically.

"Hmm, what?

"On second thought, I thought it would be better for you to guess. However, if the Christians want to kick me out of the city because of this, you girls will have to stand up for me.

Anyway, it's all for the hospital. Wait and see. I've never done anything like this before. “

He swaggered towards a group of escorts sitting in the corner. Here the clumsy and the weak turned their heads to each other and were about to guess what the secret was, when two old gentlemen approached their stalls and loudly announced that they were going to buy ten kilometres of woven lace.

Well, having two old gentlemen is better than having one, although Clumsy had to pretend to be serious when he was measuring the lace and had to make someone pinch his chin.

The two old men quickly left for the lemonade stall, and the other old men came to the counter again.

There are not as many customers in this stall as in the next stall, because the laughter of the silver flute of the sleeping insects, the laughter of the fragrant broad beans, and the sensitive response of the girls of the honey family can make the customers happy.

The weak is like a small shopkeeper who quietly and calmly sells men things that are not very suitable, and the stupid acts by the example of the weak.

There were large groups of people standing at the other counters, girls chattering, men shopping, but not at the dumb and weak counters.

The few people who came here only talked about how they went to college with Mengjiao, how good a soldier he was, or talked about the Qi Bao in a respectful tone, and lamented what a loss his death was to Fengyun Valley, and so on.

Then, the band suddenly played the indulgent and joyful tune of "Please Help This Luminous Man", and the clumsy almost screamed when they heard it.

She wanted to dance. She really wants to dance!

She looked at the floor in front of her, her toes flapping gently as she toes, her green eyes glowing with a blazing glow, as if they were beeping and burning.

Then a new man standing in the doorway saw them from the other side, and suddenly recognized them, and looked closely at the stupid angry face and the slanted eyes. (To be continued.) )