Chen Jiayan leaned in my ear and whispered, "We have a way out, so if we can't do it, we will run."

I knew that Chen Jiayan would not work in vain.

We certainly can't run, though.

It is not difficult to analyze the situation in front of him, Wang Ju came to me twice, and played tricks on me again and again.

Today, there is a high probability that it is not a good thing.

The monk can't run the temple, so he hides today, what should he do in the future?

It's better to make it clear all at once.

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Ju sat on the high chair and suddenly burst into a sharp laugh: "However, I am not difficult for you."

"Here, move!"

Chen Jiayan looked at me with a bewildered face, and my heart was no longer calm.

Cha Jiaozi is a black word that refers to a stool.

In this day and age, how can you use the incision on the road with people?

Our Taoist priests of the northern school first started on the ground, which is called the overpass handle.

For example, some Chinese medicine practitioners that can be seen now have the ability to tell hexagrams.

This is not a liar, but a medical homology.

If you run into a gentleman who sets up a stall and sells dog skin plasters by the way, this is not a liar.

This is the most authentic Mr. North.

Eating mixed rice on the ground inevitably leads to dealing with various families, and over time, everyone has some places to learn from each other.

However, every family and faction has the ability to watch the house, and it is impossible to let people listen to it casually, so there is a black talk.

As soon as the two insiders met, opening their mouths and closing their mouths was black language, which outsiders couldn't understand, so they naturally kept the industry secret.

There are a total of sixteen factions in the famous and secret sects of the rivers and lakes, each of which has more than a dozen to dozens of branches, and there are countless black incisions.

The Taoist priests of the Northern School must learn black dialect when they first get started, which is the inheritance of their ancestors.

But when my master first taught me, he also went through the motions.

Who would have thought that in this day and age, there are still people who use black words?

Now that I really came across this stubble, it took me a while to understand what it meant.

Seeing that I didn't move for a long time, Wang Ju tilted his head to look at me: "What do you mean?"

I smiled, with my left hand on top and my thumb up, my right hand on the bottom, and my little thumb down.

It's called a wayfinder, and that's how two strangers meet.

I can already see that he is using black words, just to give me another blow to the punch.

If I don't understand, I'm going to fall!

Then I'll return the favor in the same way.

It's not that I don't understand, don't use me as a chick!

We walked to the front first, however, it was not a normal square stool that sat for us.

It's a small bench for fishing!

I looked at the stool and sat down.

As soon as I sat down, the shaking coming from under my ass made me feel a little in danger.

"Smack!"

Chen Jiayan immediately put his hand on my lap.

I looked back and saw her sitting on a stool, but her face was swollen and red.

I know that we are facing the same situation.

The stool had three legs, but two of them shook noticeably, and as soon as I pushed a little harder, I immediately sat on the ground.

Originally, he wanted to see me make a fool of myself, if I fell on a big horse now, wouldn't that be in his arms?

However, this almost half-squatting posture is no different from the upper punishment.

I can be better, but Chen Jiayan's thin body may not be able to bear it!

I squinted at Ji Canghai, and he also glanced at me very tacitly, and pouted at my hand.

Then, he quietly moved the stool back a little and put his legs under Chen Jiayan's buttocks.

I understood, and immediately concocted the same method.

In this way, Chen Jiayan is equivalent to sitting on the two of us, which greatly reduces her pressure.

Looking at the stool beneath me, I couldn't help but think.

How the hell have I offended this dwarf, so that he will do everything he can to make it difficult for me.

At this time, Wang Ju stood on the platform next to me and waved his hand to several horses in cloth clothes.

"Tea!"

Soon, a carved wood-grained tea tray was placed in front of me, with three silver hammered tea cups on it.

When the light shines, the tea cup reflects a faint metallic luster.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

The yellow tea fell into the teacup, and a faint grunt sounded in my ears.

Obviously, this is boiling water!

Until the water overflowed from the cup, Ma Zai's hand did not stop.

I stuck out my index finger and kept tapping it on the table, trying to remind him with a tea ceremony.

However, he was like deaf and couldn't hear at all.

Tea is full of deception! This is swearing!

At this time, Wang Ju shouted on the stage: "Hold a cup, respect a friend!"

For a moment, everyone held their teacups high and focused their eyes on us.

The tea in that cup was steaming, and the teacup was metallic, and now it was in the hand, no different from holding a soldering iron.

Not to mention pouring it into your mouth!

"What?"

Wang Ju twisted the rosary, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "The spectators who enter the door don't drink tea, don't you want to give face?"

With his words, everyone in the room stood up.

I squinted my eyes, and several people had already put their hands into their arms......