In the end, in order not to be seriously injured and killed, he was angry with himself, he simply couldn't see it, closed his eyes, and completely ignored it.

He didn't know how long it took, but he suddenly felt that something was always shaking in front of his eyelids. I barely opened my eyes and looked, and suddenly a picture of goose feathers and heavy snow floating next door to the yellow sand came into view. The familiar and inconsistent scenery immediately reminded him of the oil painting hanging in a small noodle shop. It's just that the one in front of me is not a drawing, but a postcard-sized cross-stitch. was forcibly stuffed into his eyes by Haixin.

In view of the indelible damage caused to Kang Lele's body and mind by this noodle restaurant, he had already turned over and sat up in a stressful manner in the next second. I was about to ask Hai Xin when he still wanted to disgust him? This time, Hai Xin decisively learned from the previous car, no longer compared his hand speed with him, and directly used what he said. Anyway, she's not crippled (╯^╰ broken). "This is the noodle shop owner Bao Dafu let you give it to you (╯^╰)~♬"

'WHY?0 ?' Hearing this, Kang Lele's eyes immediately widened.

"Just because you ate their store upside down, you can still come out vertically!"

'WHAT?0 ?' Now Kang Lele's eye sockets opened wider, so that his eyes were on the verge of precariousness.

"You can't guess it! Actually, Master Renbao used to be a well-known painter! The oil painting in the shop is his own handwriting. ◕ ∀ ◕｡ )！”

Hearing this, Kang Lele's expression was even more exaggerated. Not to mention the eyeballs, even the mouth is big enough to fit a whole egg.

Seeing this, Haixin's mood couldn't help but be happy. Who makes it not a big deal to see the lively (o(^∇^)o♪ broken). "And this cross-stitch is embroidered by the boss's daughter according to the oil painting. Every stitch and thread is handmade and conscientious. This is the only one and there is no other name. If it weren't for the fact that you contracted the turnover of the store for half a year with your own stomach, the boss felt that you had a bright future and it was difficult to find it, so he was reluctant to part with love╭(╯^╰)╮!"

After that, Haixin then handed the cross-stitch to Kang Lele. Unlike when he was shoehorned into him before, this time it was obviously with a condescending attitude. But Kang Lok Le still didn't pick it up.

Since he entered the small noodle shop, he has not looked down on this painting, and now he has a relationship with people, so naturally the more he looks at it, the more his nose is not a nose and an eye is not an eye. As soon as he opened his mouth, he ×× ○○ and degraded people to worthless. If it weren't for the mistake of repeating the past and saying that he was out of breath, the little fangs would have been strangled in the cradle, and he might have scolded the world's most shocking foul language.

The belly of the nest didn't even spill out a corner of the fly's head, and he was already lying back on the recliner with a pale face and waiting for blood to return~————————。