# 363-Song: Either wrong is a curse

Although Qin Wenge was weak and tragic, he was also very profligate.

His vitality was greatly damaged, and it was even more difficult to harness the power of the wilderness.

He began to be hairy.

He looked into the eyes of Brother Wenyu: Brother's eyes, no one can pretend to be!

Qin Wenyu: Who wants to pretend to me?

Qin Wenge: Wanyan Pi, that old pervert, he pretended to be you and made me the county lord.

Qin Wenyu: Then you are from?

Qin Wenge just wanted to answer, but Qin Wenyu said again: Needless to say, I don't want to know.

Qin Wenge: Brother, I almost took him for you.

Qin Wenyu: Okay, it's all over.

Qin Wenge: Brother, we might as well ......

Qin Wenyu: Ask the song, you better take care of your body first.

Qin Wenge was dissatisfied: I'm in good health!

Xiao Wenge cooperated and poked an indescribable place behind Qin Wenyu's waist.

Qin Wenyu: Wenge, you wait a few more days.

Qin Wenge: Woo, I don't want to wait, woo.

Qin Wenyu: I heard that in the dimension of breaking or not returning to them, today is a special day.

Qin Wenge: What day?

Qin Wenyu: Father's Day. Ask the song, my father gave birth to our nine brothers, not for us to digest internally.

Qin Wenge: Is there something wrong with internal digestion?

Qin Wenyu pondered for a moment: Is this ...... I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

Qin Wenge: Then let's send a telegram, ahh

Qin Wenyu: I didn't finish talking just now. Between us, the wrong is right, and the disaster is the great disaster.

Qin Wenge: I don't care, I just want you, brother!

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Father's Day Food (Part I)

The distant Great Qin court. Imperial Dining Room.

Qin asked: Rumors, I've been looking for you for a long time, what are you doing here?

Qin asked: You, you, stay away from me!

Qin asked: Duplicity! You're drooling when you see me!

Qin Wenyu wiped his saliva: less smelly and beautiful! I'm greedy to make my own birthday cake!

Qin Wenyan: No wonder it smells fragrant. Here, feed me.

Qin Wenyu grabbed a handful of flour paste and put it on Qin Wenyan's face: The Father's Day gift made by labor and management to his father and emperor, why do you want to eat it too? It's not enough for you to be my brother, you still want to be my father?

Qin asked: Good idea. Why don't we play father-son play next time?