Chapter 112: Chest Ping Zhijian

Seeing this, Qianjun looked around, but found that there was no exit except for this pagoda.

In desperation, she had to take the lead in leading the two second goods behind her to start this pagoda journey.

"Welcome to the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda, are you ready for the next challenge?"

"Looking at this row of beautiful paintings, do you have anything to say? Hit a sentence plus idiom. ”

The three of them looked at each other for a long time, looking at the picture scroll of beautiful women that suddenly appeared on the wall, and Mo Tian was the first to answer.

"Could it be that this is the legendary uneven chest, why is the world leveled, and the face is not beautiful, why is it harming the people? Hit an idiom: Woe to the water. ”

He leaned against his buddy and asked tentatively.

"The answer is incorrect."

The indifferent voice in the air vetoed.

"According to the master, it is: look at the side of the ridge as a peak, the distance and the height are as flat, and play an idiom: the chest is flat and strong."

Looking at the picture scroll in front of him for a long time, Qianjun didn't speak, and her words were amazing.

"Congratulations... Wrong answer! You have one more chance. ”

The voice was a little surprised by Qianjun's brain hole, but it was only a moment before it was immediately rejected.

"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. Hit an idiom: beauty is beautiful. ”

After the two of them were rejected, Ye Han immediately clapped his hands.

"Wrong, congratulations on opening the first layer of punishment."

The voice that was originally quite cold now has a hint of schadenfreude.

Suddenly, a flat-chested young woman appeared in the pagoda with only three people, and if you look closely, you will find ......

It is very similar to the first woman on the scroll, as if carved out of a mold.

"You're the first person to say that the old lady has a flat chest!"

The young woman glared at Mo Tian fiercely.

"You're the second person to say that the old lady and her sisters have a flat chest!"

When she came to Qianjun's eyes, she gritted her teeth and stared at Qianjun with big eyes.

"You are the last person to praise the old lady, but forget to praise the old lady sisters, sisters, physical service."

When she finally came to Ye Han's eyes, she tidied up her peach-colored dress, wrapped her fingertips around her hair, and looked Ye Han up and down.

She called out to her mother, and the girls who were originally hiding in the picture scroll in the shadows came out one after another with various weapons.

"Little brother, do you like to eat durian? Today, sister, I am happy to be merciful and let you kneel down for durian. ”

The pink-clothed girl holding the durian kept getting closer to Mo Tian and knocked him in the corner.

A short-haired girl with eyes holding a keyboard, dressed in a black leather coat, and holding a hand with glasses frames.

"Little brother, do you like keyboards? Breaking the hand speed of the invincible hand in the world, you deserve it, and of course, kneeling keyboard you also deserve to have and favor. ”

She kept looking at Qianjun, her eyes full of scrutiny.

"Poof~ This son, kneeling on the floor? The brand new floor that the slave family has worked so hard to bring has been wiped many times, and it is specially prepared for you. ”

The purple-clothed girl who came from nowhere laughed coquettishly, she walked enchantingly around Xiaoman's waist, and in her hand was a fresh floor.

Facing the keyboard that was constantly approaching her, Qianjun's eyelids jumped, and her heart was refusal.

Looking at this round of keyboards, she remembered the days when she was once controlled by the keyboard.

Typing is cool for a while, and it's cool to type all the time, and the code word is just one word, and it's dry to open the keyboard.

But the code word is rejected in her heart, but in order to live, she was forced to code by her eldest brother when she was a child.

The beauty is called its name: accumulation of vocabulary, beautiful writing, long IQ.