There is a beast in the bitter mountain, the name is called mountain paste (huan), its shape is like a dolphin, red like a fire, good (li4, scolding).

No one expected that they would suddenly encounter such a product here.

The mountain paste scolded the red mud and the cunning beast back and forth in one breath, and also cut off the dust a few times by the way, and was stunned. The high-frequency speech speed, clear pronunciation, crackling and crunching, so that people can't interject at all.

The timbre is still damn good-sounding (please refer to the little boy who has not changed his voice in the Galaxy Art Troupe for the experience of pregnant ears).

If Luochen is not the target of scolding at the moment, he probably can't help but vote for it.

However, it makes no sense to spit on people in a good way. Others are not easy to say, but Hongni is by no means a master who scolds and does not return the favor. Once it reacts, it will definitely "return the favor".

I saw that the corners of the pink shirt robe were lifted, the waist was forked, and the hand was raised, pointing to the round and red body of the mountain plaster, and saluted back: "Look at your damaged color! Red eggs? The queen mother sent you to make a baby? Or are you going to poke a hole in this great immortal to let you out, so that you can catch up with the heavens?

Pull the little friend behind him, and continue, "What is the name of 'maternal fetal rebellion'? Our brother has to be talented, and he wants to look good, which makes you envious, jealous and hateful, isn't it? Seeing that he can't catch up, he wants to be genetically modified on the ground? Alas, no, your old mother's fetal hairspray is too much, and it has already been finalized!"

Shan Paste looked at it, hey, I actually dared to talk back, I dripping a temper!

Immediately spitted at the red mud: "You dead sissy cannon! Who say that you are uneducated? You play cotton with a hard stick and mallet, and you are embarrassed? I am envious and jealous! Look, you are the free shipping Anyue Huang (lemon), selling sour wholesale!"

Come and don't be rude, the mountain paste opened his mouth again, and the red mud naturally refused to spare it, and fought again.

For a while, the two sides were full of firepower, from cynicism to filthy obedience, from a single two-way personal attack, to heaven and earth, to the opponent's eighteenth generation ancestors to ask for Qun'an. If the shrews in Taihuai Town are here, I'm afraid it won't be enough.

That scene is really lying on his back on a nail board, so stabbing the spine (excited)!

Pinched like this, and the others just watched?

Of course not.

Yi Jian Lao Dao is a soft and temperamental who values harmony, and when he sees the red mud fighting with others, he must go up to pull the fight.

Luochen and Qu Yi, although they can explode at any time, they are not bloodthirsty, so they naturally want to curb the development of the situation in time and avoid escalation. After all, the nature of moving the mouth and doing it is not the same.

It was the screen canopy, hearing the movement of this head, and temporarily put down the two-headed fight, and hissed a few times to show persuasion.

However, the two sides seem to have a tacit understanding, and when they saw someone pulling a fight, they immediately woke up, one put away the peach blossom dagger that showed up in anger, and the other jumped back with a little pig's trotter and returned to a position where only foam was flying.

and both said that they would like to decline everyone's kindness, they will stick to the front line, vow to carry out the scolding war to the end, and please don't interfere and respect the singles competition system.

A few people were waiting to be persuaded again, when they suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

When I turned my head, it was the beast who instructed the flying squirrel to pick a bunch of mushrooms from the forest and set up a barbecue stall on the spot.

When Luochen looked over, this thing had already been cunning with its relatives, and the Shengyu bird, which was not afraid of being hot, each with a string in his mouth.

Seeing his faintly contemptuous eyes, the other party patted the vacant seat beside him disapprovingly, and greeted: "Didn't you ask what the meaning was? ”

The flying squirrels squeaked and echoed in unison.

The monster immediately acted as a simultaneous translator: "This beast is happy to play poetry, and it is a good thing that there are people to enjoy it." Maybe if we're happy, we'll ask it later, ask for directions, and get some cheap. ”

Luochen looked at this strange scene, weighed it for a while, and then called Lao Dao and Qu Yi to withdraw from the circle.

That's it, since you can't persuade you, let's let it be. No matter how energetic you are, there will always be times when you are tired of scolding.

So, a group of spectators masturbated outside the venue, leaving red mud and mountain paste to continue the verbal war. The beast was kind-hearted for a while, and asked the flying squirrel to send two bunches of mushrooms to Pingpeng, inviting him to have fun.

After a while, just when the people on the periphery were gradually distracted by the aroma of food and slowly forgot to watch the play, the scolding war behind them finally began to enter a cooling period.

This one is in full swing, but the other one doesn't even have a single-minded support, what's the point? Besides, the contrast between busy and idle, coupled with the aroma of roasted mushrooms, red mud and mountain paste suddenly feel that they have suffered a loss.

They're not stupid.

Once you enter the cooling step, you must stop for a while.

Suddenly, there were two more figures around him, and he realized that the scolding war had finally stopped.

The beast snorted and asked, "Who won?"

Red Clay and Mountain Paste glared at each other, ignoring it, and grabbed the mushroom instead.

We have to make up for what we wasted.

Luochen took the initiative to let go of the string in front of him and handed it to the two of them. While comforting their own "battle heroes", they also bribed the "enemy army". The roasted mushrooms were sent out, and he asked the mountain paste: "Do you know how to cross the river in front of you?" Or is there another way to go on the right way?"

At first, the mountain paste was lazy to respond, and after a few bunches of mushrooms went down, he wiped the corners of his mouth before replying: "If you want to cross the river, you need to use external force to do it." ”

Seeing that it really knew something, Luochen hurriedly asked: "Where is the external force, and how to borrow the law?"

Shan Paste got up, looked down at the big river at the bottom of the mountain, and pointed in the direction: "Go down that line, see the surviving green plants on the barren land, pick them, and then talk about them." ”

Seeing that Hongni glanced over with a questioning face, he wiped his little claws and said, "That's it, I'm afraid your eyes are not good, don't go the wrong way when you turn around, and make a fool of me." The master is tired, so I'll take you for a while. ”

So, great good.

Luochen was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly thanked him, and then waited for it to lead the way.

Shan Ji went to Pingpeng first, and warned everyone: "The ugly words of the little master are ahead, I can just lead the way, and if you encounter any trouble at that time, don't expect to use me as cannon fodder." ”

As he spoke, he came to Ping Peng and touched his two heads, "Don't think about bullying my old buddy." Otherwise, don't blame the young master, I'll pick a son halfway!"

Falling dust said "No".

Yi Jian looked at Ping Peng and hesitated: "It's going too?"

The two heads compete with each other, and it is difficult to leave the feet, isn't it, do you want to let someone else carry it?

Look at the mountain ointment, it is obviously small in size, and there is more than one set of canopies. I don't know who this hard work will fall on. If he has to do it himself, then he will come, because he is much longer than a few teenagers.

Shan Paste glanced at Lao Dao, not knowing what he was thinking, and only picked two leaves very calmly. Then he touched one of the heads of the screen canopy, and patted him: "The girl's family needs to sleep more to be beautiful, you should recuperate first, okay?"

After speaking, he used the two leaves as blindfolds, snapped, and pasted the head of the female voice.

Yi Jian looked at it and didn't say anything.

Luochen was like him, and he couldn't help but slander himself again.

Coaxed one head to sleep, but it saved me from the trouble of fighting, but this two heads belonged to the symbiosis of the same neck, meaningless priority, and suddenly I was blindfolded, not afraid of unbalanced wrestling, and I had to worry about walking off track, right?

But seeing that the mountain paste ignored the questioning gaze at all, the old god was on the ground and beckoned Pingpeng to go on the road. While stepping on his legs, he slapped his companion: "Left, left, left and right, left, left, left, ......left, left

“……”

Behind him was dumbfounded.

Yes, negative and negative are positive. If you turn on one side, you don't have to worry about going off the rails.