"Sword, let's go."

Chikui took the bouncing little Lori and walked in front,

Little Lori seems to rarely go down the mountain, everything feels fresh, and turns into a happy duck, causing a burst of chickens and dogs to jump.

Song Xiaojian drooped his head, endured the strange gazes of other people around him, helped up the cart, and made a great effort,

Hey?

The cart did not move, and the little black donkey bared its teeth at him, his eyes full of contempt.

With his appearance, the onlookers began to vomit,

"This little brother is too empty, he can't pull an empty car."

"That's it, looking at the five big and three thick, I didn't expect it to be a silver-like wax gun head, which is useless."

"Look at this little brother's eyebrows, didn't he let the old bustard squeeze it dry in Lichun Courtyard?"

"Wow, if you say that, it's really possible, last time, who ...... that"

Song Xiaojian's old face is as black as the bottom of the pot, numb, you have just been squeezed dry, your whole family has been squeezed dry,

The discussion of the melon-eating masses made him no longer stunned, and he hurriedly used his strength to eat, and the cart creaked slowly forward.

Chi Kui was in front, but he couldn't go fast, as if he had expected him not to be too fast.

The cart is like a turtle...... Oh no, it's a bit insulting to say this, there is no such slow turtle at all.

It's like a snail, from morning to dark, and it only walks ten miles.

Well, in fact, it is said that it is more than ten miles, and Song Xiaojian has been raised, coming out of the town, most of them are downhill, and the road he really pulls the car to go, that is, the last mile.

At this time, in a ruined temple, he was as tired as a dead dog, with a tongue sticking out, lying on the cart panting,

Why not stay at the inn? Little Lori wants to stay in a guest house, but it's too close to the town, that is, the footsteps of ordinary people's pillars of incense, who would open an inn here? It would be nice to have a ruined temple.

The donkey, after he stopped, didn't know where to run and fool around.

"Void ~ Void ~ Void ~ Void!!"

In the sea of knowledge, the machine spirit began to coax again,

Well, in fact, since Song Xiaojian started pulling the car, he has never stopped, sparing no effort to hit him.

After a while, Song Xiaojian finally came to his senses, this is not right today, how can a board cart and a donkey be so heavy?

The board car was bought from the car dealership, and he tried it at the beginning, and it was very easy to pull up.

The donkey looks like it is no more than 100 catties at most, and he may not be able to carry it, but it can't be so hard to put the car on it.

Song Xiaojian couldn't tear up his sister...... Oh, it's written wrong, it's incomprehensible.

"Fiction is fiction, why are you looking for so many reasons?"

The machine spirit seized every opportunity to strike at Song Xiaojian.

Little Lori was tired of playing, and lay on the board car, "Little Jianjian, I want to bake chicken wings, ten." ”

Chikui's ears are tipped, okay, there is no way not to be at the tip of his ears, the movements within a radius of several miles are all under his control, and Xiao Lori's words, of course, can't escape his ears.

"Sword, go bake some skewers, uncle must cultivate his spirit to prevent a strong enemy from attacking at night."

Song Xiaojian's eyes rolled up, okay, who let us be the younger generation, respect the old and love the young, traditional virtues.

Fetch water, light a fire, wash, pickle, thread, and start work.

After a while, the aroma of barbecue wafted away, and the little black donkey didn't know where it came out at this time, and his saliva was like a waterfall, and he walked all the way wet.

"Ahem......"

Chi Kui coughed lightly, and the little black donkey stopped, obediently retreated behind Chi Kui, and slammed on the ground listlessly, a pair of thief eyes kept glancing towards the pile of barbecue.

………………

In the next week, Song Xiaojian and the others walked thirty miles,

That's right, it's thirty miles, or ten miles on the first day,

Because from the next day, the ghost knows what the reason is, the board car seems to be much heavier, and Song Xiaojian basically can't pull it, and he can only pull it away with the strength to eat milk.

It is also from this day that a gossip has been circulating on the road of Jiuxuanzong,

A certain teenager was squeezed dry by the old bustard in a certain hospital, and he couldn't even pull the empty cart.

He spoke vividly, and even some indescribable details of his posture were clearly described, as if those people had seen him squeezed dry.

Therefore, no matter where Song Xiaojian goes, he will encounter strange eyes, there will be kind admonitions, and there will also be kind-hearted people who will give him one or two steamed buns, and there is even a hunter who sells him a tiger whip, saying that it is his heirloom, which was left by a white tiger demon thousands of years ago.

He has checked the cart countless times, and there is no problem, but as long as the little black donkey is on it, it is too heavy to pull.

He understood that it was all the donkey's ghost, and he also understood Chikui's intentions.

Reading 10,000 books, it is better to travel 10,000 miles, only 30 miles, he has seen all kinds of people, met all kinds of vision, this way, not only let him exercise, but also let him understand the truth of life.

After a few days, if you want to talk about changes, there is also a little bit, that is, he is now thicker-skinned, and he can calmly face the strange eyes of those people, and when he encounters those who say that he is empty, that he is squeezed dry, he can even make fun of a few words,

I have to say that his skill points are a little crooked.

understood Chi Kui's intentions, he was even more ruthless, every day, he tried his best, anyway, it was all exercise, where is it not refining? In the storage bracelet, a lot of food is put in, so you don't have to worry about insufficient nutrition.

……

A month later,

On the dirt road in the mountains, a teenager pulled a cart like an old turtle strolling, and on the cart sat a donkey, a little Lori, well, and a little monk,

That's right, it's indeed a little monk,

Three days ago, in a small town, he saw a little monk lying on the side of the road, his face was yellow and thin, and he was about to fall with the wind, and the little black donkey said that he would save people's lives and win the seventh-level floating slaughter......

Uh~~~ numb, I can't make it up,

Well, in fact, the situation at that time was like this,

Three days ago,

Song Xiaojian pulled the cart, and as soon as he entered a small town, he met the little monk.

"Amitabha, donor, can you give the little monk a ride?"

At that time, Song Xiaojian was stunned, numb, didn't you see that I was almost tired into a dead dog, you still have to get in the car, do you really want me to be tired to death? You can't take advantage of it like this, don't think that if you're a monk, I won't beat you.

Turning his head, he was about to start scolding,

However, the next moment, his face was all black, even darker than Bao Heizi,

The little monk didn't talk to him at all, but spoke to the donkey on the cart seriously, as if the donkey was the master.

Well, in fact, it's no wonder that the little monk, people pull the cart and donkey to sit in the car, as long as the head has not been caught by the door, they will think that the donkey is the one who is in charge, as for the little Lori and Chikui, they have already entered the inn to rest.

Therefore, the little monk simply misunderstood, folded his hands, looked at the black donkey on the cart, and looked at the black donkey on the cart.

A man and a donkey looked at each other like this,

The two sides looked at each other affectionately, each other's pupils reflected each other's bright smiles, the romantic melody sounded, and there were white petals slowly falling in the air...... Card, Song Xiaojian shouted: Author, you went to the wrong set again, come back quickly.

Well, without further ado,

A man and a donkey looked at each other like this,

Ban Yu,

The little monk's eyes were astringent, "Donkey donor, can you give me a word?" ”

Puff~~~

Song Xiaojian is happy, I have never seen such a monk with such a personality, numb, talking to a donkey, can the donkey reply to you?

As soon as the thought came to mind, the black donkey's eyes flashed, and he nodded humanely,

The little monk was overjoyed, and then jumped on the board car and "drove ......"

Then, Song Xiaojian really wanted to cut people at that moment, if he didn't have a knife in his hand, he would definitely cut it. It's okay for you to sit in the car, but what does your 'driving' mean?

In the end, when Song Xiaojian's whole body cells were unable to resist, the little monk went on the road with them.

As a result, the little black donkey, the little Lori and the little monk were happily playing games on the cart, and he was like a hard-working old ox, pulling the cart hard and struggling.