This little uncle, is really bullying and bullying......

If it goes on like this, I am afraid that the master and his old man have not come back yet, and he will be tortured to death by the little uncle.

No, no

Jiumu calculated in his heart, this cold is a stinky stone, and if he fights him like this, he will always suffer.

Suddenly, I remembered the set of spells I learned in the world today about how women can please men.

I tested it on the mortal senior brother just now, and it only took a little coquettish fur to make him turn his anger into joy, and it worked very quickly.

It seems that most men in this world like soft and considerate women.

Since it is hard and it doesn't work, come soft.

Uncle Xiaoshi's stinky tofu, I don't believe that I can't take him.

Don't use it at this time, wait for when, if this matter really happens, there is no need to copy the house rules anymore.

Thinking like this, Jiumu's heart suddenly brightened, and he quickly straightened his hair in front of the bronze mirror, straightened his clothes, and walked to the elegant room next door.

Jiumu stood at the door of the elegant room, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and then went through the way the magpie sister walked in his mind, and stood in place for a long time to practice twisting, always feeling that something was missing in his hand.

As soon as the brain was bright, it turned out that there was a piece of silk cloth missing.

As soon as this trivial matter happened, Jiumu immediately took out the inner red flute on his waist, and out of thin air, he transformed the ancient spirit weapon into a silk handkerchief.

Daddy's illusion, although it is a little bit of a stumbling trick to learn, but this little bit of elementary illusion can still be done.

Jiumu shook the pink veil proudly, so everything was ready, just let the little uncle blow the east wind and avoid copying the door rules.

glanced in at the door, and saw that Bing Ruohan was still writing and drawing in front of the bookcase, I really don't know what to write all day, so real?

Seeing the timing, Jiumu took the pink silk handkerchief, learned the appearance of a magpie, walked into the elegant room with some twisting, slowly fell beside Bing Ruohan, and twisted and pinched the silk handkerchief in his hand, and screamed angrily, "Little uncle......"

Bing Ruohan turned his misty lacquer pupils, looked up, his face seemed indifferent, but when he looked closely, he found that his handsome face trembled slightly like a convulsion, and the hairs on his hands stood up.

Seeing that Bing Ruohan was still cold, Jiumu knew that he was not used to it for a while, but when he saw the magpie at that time, he was also uncomfortable, and it was okay slowly, and it was okay slowly.

Bing Ruohan ignored her, she stood up and walked out, made a pot of tea from time to time, and brought it over with a twist, and gently put it in the corner of Bing Ruohan's bookcase.

Then he imitated the shy appearance of the magpie, and glued the pink veil to his forehead, and said in a loud voice:

"Uncle Xiao has worked hard to copy books every day, so let's have a cup of tea. ”

After speaking, he poured a cup of tea with great gentleness and thoughtfulness, and brought it to Bing Ruohan.

Bing Ruohan is a restrained person, and he will not make the act of touching her forehead to see if she has a fever, even if she has long thought about it in her heart, and she is afraid of losing her style, so she holds back.

She suddenly became like this, except for her different styles, she didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but she was thoughtful and considerate in everything, Bing Ruohan couldn't find any stubble to resist her, so she said lightly:

"I don't drink tea. ”

Jiumu picked the tip of the eye, and the delicate flower-like eyes turned,

"Uncle Xiao doesn't drink tea, doesn't drink alcohol, ...... that?"

Suddenly, his eyebrows relaxed, "Oh, I know, Uncle Xiaoshi, you wait." ”

After a while, Jiumu changed another pot of water, was extremely gentle, and said, "Uncle Xiao, since you don't drink tea or drink, let's drink a glass of water to moisten your throat." ”

Bing Ruohan said, "I'm not thirsty. ”

Jiumu Jiaoda pulled the corner of his clothes and began to be coquettish, "Oh, Uncle Xiao, everyone has been busy for most of the day, so you can drink it." ”

Bing Ruohan couldn't move her pen because she shook it, and there was a noise in her ears, so she reluctantly drank the glass of water.

Seeing that he was on the road, Jiumu twisted and said, "Since Uncle Xiao has drunk water, can you agree to my request, can you not copy the door rules five times?"

Bing Ruohan is as cold as Pan Shi Wen does not move, Bingbing said, "No." ”

Jiumu was still entangled: "Uncle Xiao is really annoying, everyone is begging you, you can agree." ”

Bing Ruohan swept a sharp light: "If I say no, I can't." ”

Jiumu immediately felt like he had been swept with cold water, but he didn't want to give up his efforts, so he swallowed his anger for a long time, took out a small wooden figure from his sleeve, gently put it in front of the bookcase, and said, "Little uncle, look at this little wooden man, isn't it cute?"

Bing Ruohan glanced at it, and it was indeed a small wooden figure, the carving was delicate and delicate, and the oil paint was also painted appropriately, dressed in white, sitting upright, holding a book in his hand, like lifelike.

Jiu Mu saw that he stared at this little wooden man for a long time, and he must have liked it, so he said, "I was in the mortal city market, and when I looked at him, I felt that he was very similar to Uncle Xiao, so I brought it back, and I knew that Uncle Xiao would definitely like it." ”

Although Bing Ruohan didn't speak, his eyes moved slightly, and his eyebrows were also stretched.

Seeing that the opportunity had come again, Jiumu said, "Uncle Xiao, for the sake of this little wooden person, can the rules be ......?"

"No, you can't. Before he finished speaking, he was cut off by Bing Ruohansheng.

Jiumu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the set in the world didn't work for this piece of wood at all.

After thinking about it, he slapped the little wooden figure on the table and said, "Then you say, what can I do?"

Bing Ruohan just writes and paints again, when she doesn't exist.

Jiu Mu was in a hurry, patted the table and said:

"Could it be that you really want me to do that Zhou Gong ceremony with you? You promised me not to copy that rule?"

I saw that Bing Ruohan immediately stopped the pen in his hand, his face sank, and when he looked up, he was caught in a thunder and lightning clip, and he said:

"No shame. ”

Jiumu Yileng: He scolded me for not being ashamed and deceiving people too much, so I wanted to ask him for an explanation:

"I, I, what did I say wrong, don't all men like this? It's the same man, how can you be so ......?"

Bing Ruohan: "House rules, add five more times." ”

Jiumu: "Ah, Uncle Xiaoshi, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, can't I? What kind of gift is Zhou Gong, and let Zhou Gong go by himself, you just didn't say it, okay?"

Bing Ruohan: "If you say more, add it five more times." ”

Jiumu immediately stopped his mouth, and added it five more times, and he might not be able to copy it in three months, Bing Ruohan was really a piece of wood, remembering the words that Sister Magpie said when she slammed the door that day, as if it was used on Uncle Xiao at this time, it couldn't be more appropriate.

Jiumu followed the example of the magpie slamming the door, slapped it on the table, and scolded loudly at Bing Ruohan,

"Scumbag!"