"Okay! Believe me once, as long as we can reasonably convince the Dragon King of the West Sea, it is not a problem to deal with a mere beautiful stove girl. What we have to do is to make things as big as possible, the bigger the better, the bigger the better for us, the two of us are just planning behind the scenes, it doesn't matter if something really happens, it doesn't matter what we do? ”

Aunt Chun is like an Amway executive, full of truth.

The old bustard is approaching the age of confusion, so naturally Aunt Chun is what she says, but the old bustard is a little worried, "All these years have passed, and I don't know if the dragon lord can remember the events of the year." "The token back then was just a belly pocket, and it was regarded as a treasure by the old bustard.

It is necessary to treat it as a treasure, after all, it is the product of such a good time.

Mortals are always mortals, and having some super friendship with dragons is something that ordinary people dare not think of, but the old bustard did it. Recalling the little bits and pieces of the beginning, the old bustard was very emotional; "On that dark and windy night, the old lady in her prime just fell and hit the graceful beautiful man impartially, but who would have thought? That son is a true dragon who is more true than the true dragon emperor. Alas, think about ......"

"Shut up." Aunt Chun really didn't want to hear it.

I feel tired of listening, and I don't miss the old bustard's recollections.

The two were talking and chatting, and the sea not far away was shaking, and the waves carried a beautiful man with a good demeanor until he reached the shore, which was completely in his memory, and the old bustard's face was flushed and his heart was agitated, and he took the initiative to meet it.

Her memory, completely into the year.

She also thought that she was in the prime of her life, didn't she know that she was already old and yellow, her face was blushing like a peach blossom on the verge of retirement, her steps were twisted like a girl who had not left the cabinet, she walked and shook three times, her huge ass could not withstand the test of time, and she had no tight girlish beauty, more like a half-squatting Donald duck, the kind with a super big butt.

Alas. Why bother?

Aunt Chun couldn't bear to continue watching, and she had already guessed the ending.

The graceful and beautiful man is indeed the Dragon King of the West Sea himself, yes, he will rely on this image to conquer many young ladies or widows left behind, and the most impressive is the dark and windy night of that month, and the March day after that night.

A big butt is also an advantage, some men like women with big butts, and the Dragon King of the West Sea is the kind of person who thinks that a big butt is good. The so-called March day is not March, it means three consecutive months, every day.

The fact that the freshness can be maintained for three months speaks for itself.

But at this time and then, the old bustards are now old and yellow, and they have nothing to do with the previous prosperity, but they still have to pretend to be about to fall, seeing that everyone is about to crash into their arms, the Dragon King of the West Sea shuddered.

Boom!

Suppressing the waves, the old bustard turned over and a carp to fight up, so he narrowly grabbed a corner of the Dragon King of the West Sea, "The spring breeze once bloomed in March, and it was annoying to return at the end of summer." ”

"Autumn is a strong return day, and the water comes from sleepless nights in winter."

How do you get the poem right?

Of course, Aunt Chun didn't know what this poem represented.

Just like the lost youth, youth is gone and never comes again.

The Dragon King of the West Sea is a dragon king with a very meaningful meaning, and he has always been very envious of those literati and, and when they were separated, he left a poem and a name for the old bustard when he was young; March day.

Everything has already been explained in the poem, but the old bustard didn't see it through.

Title of the poem; Every day of March.

The spring breeze once bloomed in March.

(It was a spring story, starting in March.) ）

It's annoying to return at the end of summer.

(Time can't always be left to one person, and I plan to go back at the end of summer.) ）

Autumn is the day of return.

(When autumn comes, you can come back and continue...... ）

The water comes from sleepless in the east night.

(Rejected that idea, thinking that this woman would definitely remember herself, but she had no choice but to sleep for a long night, and it was better to rely on no one than on herself, do it yourself, you know.) ）