After three days of sleep, I woke up in Zhu Xiaoya's kennel. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The reason why it is called a kennel is, firstly, because it is small, and secondly, because it is chaotic. Chaos beyond imagination. Of course, the main reason is chaos.

When I woke up, when I was looking around for food, I knocked over four large bags of garbage, two large boxes of underwear, three large shoe racks, five drying racks, and two messy dressers that couldn't tell what was on them... And the garbage and underwear are all hidden under the bed, behind the sofa, under the curtain of the table... And so on and so on in a strange place.

One bedroom and one living room, more than 30 square meters of place, the place to settle down, very limited, even if the window is opened, there is cold and fresh air, penetrating in, but, there is still a strange smell, from time to time into the nostrils.

The ground,It seems to have just been mopped.,But it's not clean.,Not only the smell of detergent.,There's also a trail of dust.。。

From the windowsill, to the bed, to the full living room, it is quite difficult to find a way to walk.

If it weren't for the personal experience, I'd like to imagine that this is a girl's room.

Still, I'm grateful to her. I can't imagine what it would be like for an old man like me to fall into the hands of that bearded photographer. It was the biggest humiliation of my life. Even more than in front of everyone's eyes, the battle against the glamorous ghost water lotus.

At this time, I was sitting on a sofa full of miscellaneous items, eating a bowl of instant noodles filled with "master chefs", and the TV was whining and playing, and there was no nutritious news.

And Zhu Xiaoya, with a vest and hot pants, was squeezing around me, nibbling on an apple, just like this apple, and she had a grudge against her, biting hard. There was also a grunt in his mouth, scolding and scolding.

I'm used to her dressing, room, and words! To put it bluntly, since I saw her "boudoir", I have long stopped treating her as a woman!

This is a rogue than Haiqing's original state, even more rogues, hooligans!

"Huddle, you said, the old lady worked hard, almost took her life, and filmed the first-hand shocking information of the scene, why did you cut those bastards? ! Zhu Xiaoya's words are very different from carrying the microphone, pure and pure, although pungent and spicy, but still lively. An apple core, against the big TV, smashed it.

smashed the TV, Venus popped up, and after a snowflake, it returned to normal.

I sighed and snorted and ate the "master" instant noodles, and agreed to it. And in front of the TV, on the small carpet that has long been unable to distinguish the color, there are already seven or eight apple cores lying there, and there are even some with hair on them.

A pair of small hands, rubbing on my shoulders, do you think she is coveting my beauty? Take advantage of me? Wrong!

This little thing's wiping its hands! Another apple, washed or not, by the way, wiped it on my clothes, and bit it up.

It's no wonder that Xiaoya is so angry.

The first-hand information collected with great effort was directly confiscated by the provincial government and was given the most severe gag order!

And the report of the provincial station made me laugh even more, global experts jumped out one after another, quoted scriptures, up and down for 5,000 years, exemplified, although there are some abnormalities, but there is no big problem, and the big battle that happened on the top of Lingshan Mountain is even more unheard of, has been selectively ignored.

Due to the spread of popular rumors, thunder and lightning, and the severe consequences of the snowstorm, various countries have organized disaster relief committees to provide assistance to the victims. Every day on TV, these things are all these things, and all the abnormalities are covered up in the overwhelming "touching deeds".

Zhu Xiaoya, who was full of joy and excitement, thought that she had made a great contribution and was enough to turn from an internship to a full-time employee, is now also semi-unemployed. Even when I went out, there were some inexplicable people who followed from afar, as if they were afraid of her nonsense.

Little Sister Pig, simply, the door is not out of the house. And the dozen boxes of instant noodles in the corner of the wall are the food for the two of us.

I can also eat the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, steamed buns and pickles, I can also eat them.

The only thing that makes me unhappy is that Cadillon is broken. Won't turn on, it's being repaired. Fortunately, Zhu Xiaoya's house, although dirty, messy, and poor, but there is still a fixed line, although it is covered with dust, and no one has used it for a long time, but fortunately, it can still make calls.

When I learned that Lao Honghua was still holding Haishan on her honeymoon in her hometown, and Haiqing's family was safe and sound, I simply recuperated with peace of mind.

"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out!" The half-pulled apple flew straight out. And the TV set seems to be unable to bear it, the increased amount of abuse, after a burst of snowflakes, never recovered, and the display screen was pitch black!

I finished the last bite of the noodle soup before throwing the bowl with a slightly black edge onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. However, because the coffee table was too full, the soup bowl shook a few times and rolled to the ground.

I turned a blind eye, burped comfortably, leaned back on the sofa, closed my eyes, and felt proud of life, but that's it!

I felt a little panicked under my buttocks, so I casually threw out a few bras with various metal rings and exhaled.

"Speak, speak, speak! I'm going crazy! Zhu Xiaoya, just sat on me, grabbed my shoulders, and shook it.

"What is your ideal?" I lit a deer and spat out a mouthful of eye circles. In my eyes, this 1.55 girl is just a child like the waves. What's more, I've long been used to her somewhat "blunt" expressions.

"Me? Of course, to be the most famous reporter in China! Little Sister Pig, pointing to her nose, said loudly.

"You're a profession, not an ideal!" I chuckled. "An ideal is something you always desire, but can never achieve!"

I stretched out my left hand and gently picked up Zhu Xiaoya, who was sitting on my body, and put it on the sofa next to me. And she, homeopathic, lay on my lap. It seems that he is really thinking about something!

I continued, "I don't have ideals, when I was a child, when my grandfather taught me to read the spectrum of warding off evil spirits and draw talismans, I felt that when I grew up and became a powerful celestial master, this was my ideal. When I grew up and my family was gone, I felt that it was my ideal to be able to live a peaceful life in Shuikou Village and live in harmony with my neighbors. came out with Lao Honghua, encountered a lot of things, I think, to be able to find a wife, this is the ideal; Joining the Wanbao team, my ideal has become a kind of responsibility again; When I met Ruolan, I found that she was my true ideal. However, she was gone. ”

I paused and said, "So, I don't have an ideal right now!" I don't dare, I regard Ruolan as my ideal. ”

The cigarette burned in his hand, as if burning his longing and loneliness.

"Tell me the story of you and Shuilian again? And the scene when you and Sister Ruolan first time! Zhu Xiaoya sat up and shook my arm. He looked at me expectantly.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" I coughed violently. This little pig girl, in addition to being interested in weird things, is also extremely keen on the privacy of men and women.

"These things, you feel wronged, you think, are shocking news, but have you thought about it, these things, once everyone knows, how chaotic will this world be? Actually, you don't need to publicize it, I'm afraid, it's not far from chaos! I sighed. Throw the cigarette butt on the floor.

casual and chic, but this quality is just a little worse! However, compared with Zhu Xiaoya, I am simply a moral model.

"It's okay, I have you, otherwise, I don't even know what to do!" Zhu Xiaoya, leaning on my shoulder, doing a bird, somehow, I actually remembered the bearded photographer, Mr. Da Hong.

I silently took out the portrait of Ruolan, and lit a lonely Wanbao deer, let the smoke fill, but I looked intently, Haiqing's pen, lifelike Ruolan. I still don't have a clue about what Ruolan left a message, even if there are some things, I've heard of them, and I know them, but it doesn't mean that I have them.

The world will be chaotic, and the wheel of the law of the Netherworld Ghost Domain, once it stops turning, the yang world, all the newly dead ghosts, lose their connection, and will inevitably stay in the world, and without the suppression of the wheel of law, even the seven-day immobile restriction will no longer be.

According to an ancient legend, after a person dies, the ghost will be led by the ghost, and I can't help but scoff at this. Relying on the black and white impermanence of the bull head and horse face alone, how many people can be lured to the netherworld?

Everything has rules, everything has order, everything has laws, and now, with the cessation of the wheel of laws in the netherworld, the wheel of laws in the yang world has been greatly suppressed, and I am afraid that I can't express my worries with just a random word.

After all, in this world, there are still people worth worrying about, such as Lao Honghua, such as Haiqing, such as this sloppy pig girl. And countless, those, kind people!

As a celestial master, you have to do something, but how do you do it?

I took a few puffs of cigarette hard and spit out a string of beautiful smoke rings.

He closed his eyes again and started to use his brain.

Brains, it's really not very bright!

Depressed!