"I've heard about that cookie you made." Chuck drank another large glass of wine, his face flushing slightly.

"Are you drinking less?" Late and night tap the ground with your toes. She was a little suspicious of why Chuck had come over to talk to her - Chuck couldn't have a good drink in front of him.

"Oh! Relax, it's Christmas! Belch! Chuck looked embarrassed and put his glass down, "It looks like I really can't drink anymore." ”

"Where did we just come from?"

"My cookies."

"Uh-huh, yes, I think your cookies are very creative," Chuck said.

"I'm a little worried, are people really going to be interested in this kind of thing? My colleagues often say that they only like practical things. Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, everything – even when looking for a partner. Wanwan crossed her hands and frowned slightly.

"Oh! My dear," Chuck seemed to be in the mood, unconsciously raising his glass again, "if I really liked practicality so much, there wouldn't be so many people with cats." Human beings have always been duplicitous. ”

With that, he drank the last bit of whiskey from the bottle. Then he collapsed on the couch with a thud.

Oh, another one like this, Wanwan remembered that a certain cousin of hers was also like this, and she couldn't drink it but insisted on drinking it. Fortunately, Chuck isn't in the habit of being drunk.

Rong Jiao was still answering the phone outside the door, and Wanwan really wondered if Yu Ling couldn't feel the temperature - it was at least minus ten degrees outside now, and Rong Jiao was wearing a very thin sweater.

A slender dripbill beast was playing the cello, sad, elegant, and mysterious, nesting in the couch at night and counting the berries on the Christmas tree, and at this moment, only a "bang" was heard behind it......

Wanwan turned her head in surprise.

The little fleshy worm shrunk into a circle in fright, and it looked at the tentacle that was wrapped around the bottle of its sojourn, which was wet, slimy, and covered with disgusting suckers, and was clenching hard, as if trying to crush it with the bottle.

Then, there was another "bang".

In fact, if it was a demon today, it was an individual machine spirit, and it would have been cowardly long ago. But who called this hapless kraken an octopus? Wanwan, this child, has been helping his grandparents cook for a large family since he was a child, and he hasn't cleaned up any teeth and claws. Not to mention that you are an octopus, even if you are a vicious bay crocodile, she can make a pot of stew.

Wanwan quickly picked up the table knife dipped in cream on the table, and with a knife down, the tentacle fell to the ground, and with lightning speed, Chuck drank the rest of the liquor on it, then lit the lighter and threw it, and then ......

"It smells so good!" Chuck snorted, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Cut, an iron squid dares to be a demon in front of her! Wanwan proudly turned the dinner knife, and this moment was very, very fulfilling.

Wanwan was rejoicing in her bravery and agility, and at this moment, the small meat worm in the bottle was rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the little fleshy worm's face was attached to the wine bottle—and Wanwan found that the child was a little ugly compared to the later dragons—but that wasn't the point, the point, the point...... If this continues, the meat worms will be suffocated inside!

With a bang, the bottle was torn apart.

"The dragon is angry into a cloud, and the cloud is solid and the spirit is in the dragon. However, the dragon is qi, the vast ocean is poor, the sun and the moon are thin, the scene is volatile, the shock is electric, the gods change, the underwater soil, the valley of the Lingling, and the clouds are also strange!"

From "Han Yu • Long Said"

It's a very xing gan black dragon, standing in the majestic rain, full of dark clouds, still a nymphomaniac eating hands and hands at night, saying that the figure is really good, don't want it. But why did it become a black dragon? Isn't it supposed to be a dragon with smooth and delicate skin, white and red, and fleshy like a piglet?

As for why we use "head" instead of "strip"? Ahem, such a strong and wild and beautiful body, it is always inappropriate to use "strips"!

The black dragon hovered over the roof, a pair of turquoise eyes staring straight at Wanwan, and

Rong Jiao came in with one foot and found that the water was no longer above his knees, and Wanwan was looking up at the black dragon that was curling like a mahjong Luo ring baked cake, roared angrily, and then slipped up the screaming dripping beast with water: "You are crazy!" You're a dripping mouth! ”

The dripbill finally remembered that it was a drainage system anyway, but it had been a little longer. He quickly flew into the air and began to suck water.

The black dragon seemed to feel the pressure from Rong Jiao's body, but it didn't expand any more, and in fact it didn't have a mouth to spit anymore - it swallowed the Japanese Kraken that wanted to pinch it to death, it was not small, and it had to chew for a while.

"Jade Dragon Ball, Jade Dragon Ball, oh, damn Red Mountain Culture, it probably can't even understand what I'm saying!" Rong Jiao threw the cold-proof clothes on the sofa to Wanwan, and said viciously, "If you look at it again and drool, go with it!" ”

"But he's really, really handsome!" Wanwan was jumping in the stagnant water with a nymphomaniac, she finally understood why the girls in ancient Chinese legends followed the wolf king, the snake king, the fox king and the like, wild beauty or something is just poking the girl's heart every minute, okay!

Rong Jiao had no choice but to wrap the cold-proof clothes on Wanwan's body and move her directly to the sofa.

The dripbill beast is draining the water out, and the cold air is coming in. The little monsters that had been leaning against the fire also woke up from the cold, and kicked the wine bottles at their feet in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, here, there's a topaz eagle...... oh,shit！ Rong Ji screamed.

Wanwan turned her head, only to see Chuck, who had been sleeping until the end of the world, staggering up, in fact—it might not be Chuck who woke up......

The conscience of heaven and earth, gluttony, how did it wake up!

Gluttony is actually disembodied. The moment Chuck turned back into gluttony, black smoke billowed out, the ground shook, and the light emitted by the black dragon was enveloped in the black smoke. The black smoke began to crash into the room, cracking several super-thick Roman stone pillars and collapsing the entire roof.

All around were the screams of the little monsters, who accidentally knocked down the candlestick, the black dragon roared on the roof, the crystal lamp smashed down in the vibration, and the gluttony was not to be outdone, revealing his big red mouth......

In the panic, Wanwan didn't know what hit me.

"Rong ......" didn't have time to shout Rong Jie's name Wanwan, and the whole person was suddenly stopped and thrown out.

She herself seemed to be flying into the air, and then her hands were clutched at something cold, and then like a rabbit caught by an eagle, she was pulled straight into the air.

"Catch! Don't let go! I'll be back and buy you a Cartier bag! These were the last words Rong Jia said to Wanwan before he was buried by the collapsed house.

Wanwan grabbed the dragon's tail and kicked his legs around, but he still didn't forget to shout: "Cartier only makes rings!" Like a flower! ”