The firelight flickered, hitting Zhang Xiaoyu's pretty face, adding a bit of intoxication to the already delicate face, which made people feel pitiful, and Wang San's heart fluttered. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Isn't it because the spring poison in the body has not been exhausted?" Wang San shook his head, put aside his messy thoughts, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu again, a hint of banter rose in his heart, and he decided to tease her.

"Ahem......" Wang San coughed dryly, put on a curious look, and said, "Xiaoyu, the poor monk listens...... How does it feel like your stomach is growling?"

When Zhang Xiaoyu heard this, his face turned even redder, and he replied in a mosquito-like voice: "Yes...... It's my belly...... Tummy ......"

Wang San pretended not to hear, and opened his voice and shouted: "Ah, Xiaoyu, what are you talking about, the voice is too quiet, the poor monk can't hear clearly, can you make it louder?" After shouting, he couldn't help but snicker.

Zhang Xiaoyu pursed her lips, raised her voice slightly, and said, "It's my belly ......" said, she peeked at Wang San with her spare eyes, wanting to see if Wang San was laughing at her, and after a look, she found that Wang San was really laughing.

It's just that Wang San's smile is a little different from the smile imagined by Zhang Xiaoyu. That's not a mockery, it's ...... Snickering, it's a schadenfreude laugh!

Zhang Xiaoyu frowned, and quickly reacted

, The little face was full of shyness, replaced by anger, glared at Wang San, and said angrily: "Stinky monk, you sincerely want to see my jokes, yes or no?"

Wang San's smile froze, avoiding Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze, and explained, "No, no...... Xiaoyu, don't you know me, how can a poor monk be that kind of person!"

"Miss Ben, you see you're that kind of person!"

Zhang Xiaoyu said categorically, she bit every word very hard, especially the last word, she not only bit hard, but also stretched it very long.

Wang San smiled awkwardly and said, "Xiaoyu, there must be some misunderstandings between us, please come out one by one, and the poor monk will definitely give you a satisfactory answer." ”

This sentence instantly aroused Zhang Xiaoyu's sadness, and he responded immediately, immediately glared at him, and asked: "Why did you cut my skirt with a knife when you were in the bandit's den before!"

Wang Sanxin said: "Here, sure enough, this is it!" and then said: "Xiaoyu, isn't the poor monk trying to untie the rope on your body? ”

"Hmph, excuse, look at the other Fubo, just a few swings of the sword, and the rope on my body was untied, you are a senior monk of Wulong Temple, do you still need to untie the rope like that? The more Zhang Xiaoyu spoke, the more excited he became, and he couldn't wait to pinch it.

"Xiaoyu, as the so-called art industry has special merit, although the poor monk is the first seat of the Wulong Temple, in the final analysis, it is just a cook, untying the rope, naturally there are some hands-on ......"

"Okay, you've passed it, but then you pulled out a kitchen knife and tore a big piece of my pants, so what's the point. Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered the blood on his thigh, and he didn't dare to look at it, so he shouted: "And what's the matter with the blood on my leg?"

"You can't blame me for this, at that time in the bandits' den, you screamed, revealing your whereabouts, and the poor monk was also in a hurry, so he lost his hand. Wang San thought for a while, and then said: "As for the blood on your leg, if the poor monk is not mistaken, it should be that when the poor monk ran on your back later, his arm was injured by an arrow, and the blood flew out and splashed on it." ”

Regarding Wang San's answer, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't find a rebuttal, but he was unwilling, gritted his teeth, and said ruthlessly: "Later, you carried me on your back, why did you keep hitting ...... Bang me in the chest...... Chest. "Now her chest is still aching!

"Huh?" Wang San was puzzled, and subconsciously said, "Hit your chest? When did it happen? Why didn't the poor monk know? Xiaoyu, are you mistaken?"

Zhang Xiaoyu plucked up the courage to say it, but Wang San didn't admit it, so angry that she stomped her feet, raised her little pink fist and bombarded Wangsan for a while, and muttered in her mouth: "Stinky monk, tell you not to admit it...... Begging for a beating!"

"The poor monk really doesn't remember!" Wang San shouted, trying to recall while avoiding Zhang Xiaoyu's fist, but no matter how he thought, he couldn't remember what Zhang Xiaoyu had just said, and finally he came to a conclusion, "This is probably a dream that Zhang Xiaoyu had!"

Wang San originally wanted to solve the misunderstanding, but he didn't expect it to be self-defeating, contributing to a misunderstanding that can never be solved, he wanted to cry without tears!

From this day on, this matter has become an unsolved case, an unsolved case that can never be solved!

"Xiaoyu, calm down, maybe it's just a dream?" Wang San still said what he thought in his heart.

"Dream, in this girl's life, it is impossible to dream of you, a stinky monk. Saying that, Zhang Xiaoyu continued to chase Wang San, ran for a while, and when he saw that he couldn't catch up with Wang San, he shouted: "Stinky monk, you come back for me!"

"You can come back, you can't do it!"

"Don't fight, I'...... If you're hungry, take me back. Zhang Xiaoyu rarely leaves the house, so he naturally doesn't know the way back.

"Go back?" Wang San's mouth twitched, he didn't know where this was, how could he go back? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally didn't follow, and it was inevitable that there would be another chase, and then she was forced to be hungry, she finally compromised, and asked Wang San to find something to eat, otherwise the new hatred and old hatred would be counted together.

In this regard, what else can Wang San say, he naturally responds.