"The current rebel is our second in charge."

"Dick?"

"Yes, you haven't met our dick yet."

Simon shook his head.

"The name of the second brother of our rebels is 'Zhu Zhuang', very tall, very thick, very strong, very hard, and of course a little dark."

"Bamboo Zhuang?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Is he awesome? Can you fight? ”

"I think he's very powerful, after all, he's tall, thick, strong, hard, black, and his body looks much better than our average perfect plant."

"Even if he is very powerful, why can he be the second leader of the rebels? Which onion is he? ”

"This is the boss's election, and the boss thinks that the second leader of our rebels should be so thick, so tall, so strong, so hard, and so black."

"Hey, okay, let's stop talking nonsense first, let's bring Nan Fei and Shame into the Bamboo Guardian Realm first."

Chisan nodded and picked up Nan Fei.

Because he had already seen Simon Satoshi pick up the mimostry man with both hands.

"Brother Shallow, just follow me."

"Okay."

Chisan showed Ximen Cong the way, and the four of them quickly entered the bamboo protection world.

It's still a familiar small bridge at the edge of the town, but there is no running water.

Hashimoto without flowing water is soulless.

Flowing water can moisten the air, smooth the bridge and hole, and a poetic feeling will come to the face.

"Why have you been here for so long?"

"You don't usually last that long, do you?"

"Aren't you usually fast?"

The ghost didn't understand that this time Chisan said that he was going out to pick up people, but he went for so long, which was not in line with Chisan's previous time rules.

"Hey, why are you holding a vegetative person in your hands?"

"Why did Scallion come back? How can he hold a perfect plant in his arms, or is it a woman? ”

"Whether it's a vegetative person you're hugging, or a perfect planting woman, why are you all unconscious?"

After the ghost saw that there were four people who came into this bamboo protection realm, he frowned and asked these words.

"This vegetative person is Nan Fei, haven't you seen it?"

"That female perfect planting is with the green onion, called 'shame'."

"The two of them had an accident in the royal city and were rescued by Green."

"I don't know the specifics."

Chisan could only answer what he knew.

After he finished speaking, the ghost went up and sniffed Nan Fei's body.

"Well, that's right, it's Nan Fei, it's still a familiar taste."

"Still, it tastes far worse than mine."

"Isn't it, Chisan?"

Chisan nodded, confirming the matter, and then remembered something in his mind.

"Don't be stunned, Chisan, where do we take Nan Fei and Shame to?"

Ximen Satoshi saw that the ghost and Chisan finished talking, and Chisan stopped, so he asked out loud.

"Let's take it to the 'Anti-King Fuyang Pavilion'."

After Chisan finished speaking, he continued to fly in with Nan in his arms.

After signaling to the living ghost, Ximen Satoshi followed Chi San away.

This small town in the bamboo protection world is still just as noisy now, with perfect planters and vegetative people.

However, there are many fewer vegetative people, and most of the vegetative people in the rebel army are warriors, and they are already lurking in the royal city at this time.

And the perfect planters in these small towns are still dressed in armor, wearing armor and belts, and looking like they are going out at any time.

Chisan walked slowly this time, and he greeted the familiar perfect plant as he walked.

Ximen Cong didn't know any of them, but he still looked at these perfect planters carefully, because he thought that they would all be his little brothers in the future, and he wanted to seriously see which ones could be entrusted with important tasks.

Although he looked carefully at the perfect planter in this bamboo protection town, when he saw the planter, his eyes automatically looked away and he didn't pay attention at all.

Because he felt that he had already won all the fighters in the rebel army's vegetative army, and the others had not joined the vegetative army, and they were not standard enough to be qualified to enter the eyes of his future rebel boss.

After entering the Anti-Wang Fuyang Pavilion, Chisan took Ximen Cong to the first floor, which seemed to be the floor where Ximen Cong lived.

When I opened the door, I went inside, and there were still many bamboo tube rooms that were horizontal and vertical.

Chi San walked for a while and found two rooms next to each other, he took Nan Fei into one and asked Simon Satoshi to bring the mimosa into the other.

Satoshi entered the door and quickly placed the mimostry man on the bamboo bed.

"Okay, I'm relieved now."

"I'm going back to the royal city."

"I was still chasing and killing Buckru all night, and I didn't go back."

"Do you want to take the opportunity to do something?"

He thought to himself, and then looked at the mimosage man lying unconscious on the bamboo bed.

"Hehe, I still don't want to do that, let's focus on what's in front of you."

"This time, while I was in a coma of shame, I had something I had been looking forward to for a long time to do."

"If Shame hadn't been unconscious, if I did such a thing, she would have been so excited and violently resisted me."

"That's right, if she was sober and I did this, she would definitely bite me, kick me, hit me, hammer me."

The figure in Simon Satoshi's mind nodded frantically.

"However, she is in a coma now, and she won't know that I did such a thing."

"But even though she's unconscious, she should feel the same if I do this to her, right?"

"The body of shame is very sensitive."

"Am I doing it or am I doing it with some protective measures first?"

Simon swayed, his gaze swept over the stuporous mimosque.

He pinched the mimosque's face with his hand, pinching her face into various shapes.

"Didn't wake up like that? It seems that the coma is quite deep. ”

"Okay, I'll do it this time."

"I don't think I need to use the 'sleep for 3 minutes' in the book daddy as a protective measure this time."

"She's going to be in a coma for a long, long time, I feel."

"I'll do it quickly, don't waste time."

"I'm going to be fast, just play for a while, and just have a good time."

Simon thought about it for a while, and decided to take advantage of the mimosa man's coma to do this.

Because this matter is something that he has in his heart, dreams, and desires.

He knew that if the mimostry man did this to the mimosage man when he was sober, he would definitely meet with great resistance and would not be able to do it.

Only by taking advantage of this good opportunity for the mimostry man to be in a coma can he finish this thing with peace of mind.

Now he started to do something.

He sat down on the edge of the bamboo bed and gently brushed the mimosaki's hair with his palm, looking for and touching her mimosa leaf-like hair.

When his hand touched the mimosa leaf-like hair, it closed automatically, clamping Satoshi Seemon's fingers.

However, the strength of this mimosa leaf-like hair is too small, and the clamp is neither tight nor painful, which makes Simon Satoshi's fingers very comfortable.

Next, Satoshi Ximen has been playing with the mimostry man's mimosa leaf-like hair.

This is what he has been thinking about, dreaming of, and looking forward to for a long time.

He put his finger on it first, and when the hair caught his finger, he took it out.

When he took out his finger, the hair opened automatically.

After it was opened, Satoshi put his finger on it again.

Simon Satoshi went on and on, and he had a lot of fun.

The mimoscad, on the other hand, still fell into a deep coma, his chest slowly rising and falling, indicating that he was still alive.

"Haha, it's fun, it's fun, it's a kind of childhood."

"Time flies, time flies, of course I am still a young man, and my son is like a jade."

"In a blink of an eye, I have become so jade-tree-like, noble and proud, magnificent, graceful, and graceful."

"Although I am much older, I am still the same teenager I used to be, and I have not changed a little."

"Time is just a test, the belief planted in my heart has not diminished at all, the young man in front of him is still the same face at the beginning, no matter how many hardships and dangers in front of him, he will not retreat."

Thinking about this, Simon Satoshi felt as if he had returned to the afternoon when he was a child.

There are many weeds growing on both sides of the street, and among them is the shy and lovely shy grass.

Still a child, he likes to put his hand on the leaves of the mimosa and let the leaves of the mimosa man wrap around his thin fingers.

Then, take your finger and wait for the mimosa leaf to unfold, and then continue to put your finger on.

Such an event brought great joy to his childhood.

The feeling of the mimosa leaves caressing his fingers eased his loneliness and made his mind flutter with the flow of the breeze.

Loneliness is incurable, only mimosa.

Finger mimosa leaves, leaves caress young children's hearts.

Simon Satoshi touched it, and his body traveled back from his youthful past, back to his current body.