No matter what Jiang Huanchu's attitude towards Lin Xing was, anyway, he was determined to make such a friend, not only because Jiang Huanchu's bearing made him heartbroken, but the most important thing was that this was his apprentice's future father-in-law. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even if you don't look at the face of the king, Queen Jiang has to give face. Even if you don't look at Queen Jiang's face, Yin Jiao Yin Hong's face has to be given?...... If you don't let me drink, no one will be given face.

At this time, Lin Xing had already entered a half-drunk state, and then he realized that wine was really a good thing. Don't think about anything when you're drunk, go to his Chengtang Jiangshan, go to his battle of the gods, go to his king Daji, and go to his Dongyi people.

This will not regard him as Uncle Wang, nor will he want to be Taishi Wenzhong. He even began to forget that he was a monk, and even if he did, he was reluctant to use his mana to dispel the smell of alcohol.

Now he only thinks that he is still an ordinary little dick, and he has nothing to do with flirting with girls on the Internet, chatting and farting and playing games.

I was really bored and bored, so I went to find a few fox friends with the same smell, poured a few buckets of draft beer with a few lamb skewers, and lived a leisurely life.

The current life is really not what Lin Xing wants. He is lazy by nature and is not fit to work for his country all day. He has no ambitions, and he is even more reluctant to go to the south and the north to fight. Even if he is practicing, after the freshness at the beginning, the original impulse is gone, and the only reason that can make him stick to it is that when the vitality is running in the body, it can make him feel comfortable.

Jiang Huan Chukou looked at the drunken and crazy Taishi in shock, and could not hide the shock in his heart. It seems that this young and promising Wen Taishi is not as beautiful as it seems.

Although he couldn't understand what he said, he could hear that he was tired of his current life. Surfing the Internet? Maybe it means going out to sea to fish, right? Flirting with girls? Is it roasting ears of wheat on the fire?

Lamb skewers are easy to understand, but I don't know what draft beer is. And what kind of mobile phones, televisions, cars and the like are not what his IQ can think of.

Wen Taishi, who walked down the altar, felt a little more intimate for Jiang Huan Chu. Lin Xing's experience made him think of himself: others regarded him as the son of the Marquis of Dongbo, the heir of the future Marquis. At home, you can hug before you go out.

This is the life that everyone dreams of, I don't know how many people envy people if they want money, money, power, and power, but it is not the life that Jiang Huan Chu wants, his biggest dream is actually to become a monk: jump out of the red dust, not in the five elements. A one-day trip to the three mountains and five mountains, the chic life is sprinkled without worry.

Probably a young man with a dream, Jiang Huan Chu was willing to be his loyal listener even though he couldn't understand what the young master was saying, which was a feeling of sympathy or finding a balance in his heart from Lin Xing.

The two of them are like this, one is running the train with his mouth full and talking about the Tao, and the other is the duck who nods frequently when he listens to the thunder. It was not until the long light was ten ten that Lin Xing fell asleep in a drowsy manner, and Jiang Huan Chu got up and returned to the post house.

"It's kind of interesting!" As a female dependent, Zixia is not suitable to appear on this occasion, but she can't stop her from eavesdropping, and Lin Xing's words are heard in her ears without missing a word.

"This secret is worth at least twenty strings of sugar gourds!, or I'll go to the Holy Mother to complain!" Zixia said with a mysterious smile, her figure hidden in the darkness.

When Lin Xing woke up the next day, Jiang Huan Chu was already waiting in the main hall, and he had no choice but to endure his headache and go to the main hall to meet him.

"Huan Chu will return soon, I have come to bid farewell to the Grand Master!" Jiang Huan Chu experienced yesterday's events, and he had a good impression of Lin Xing, revealing the meaning of closeness between his words.

"The prince is busy, he doesn't dare to stay!I hope the prince has a smooth journey!" Hearing Jiang Huanchu's tone, Lin Xing was also a little puzzled. Yesterday, this product still had an attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, why is it so easy-going today? It seems that yesterday's dinner played a role, and eating people is soft-mouthed!

"When I was leaving, my father once asked me to inform Donglu when the Taishi sent troops to fight against the people, and I was willing to die first!"

"When the king sends someone to take over Meng and send troops, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make a decision for a while!" After speaking, Lin Xing patted Jiang Huanchu on the shoulder cordially and said, "Don't open and close your mouth to mention your father, you should have your own right to speak." You are the prince of Dongbohou, you should speak for yourself!"

Hearing this, Jiang Huanchu's eyes lit up: I am the son of the world, and I should speak for myself? This is not rough! It seems that this Wen Zhong does have two brushes, which can express complex issues in simple and understandable language. The most important thing is that this sentence said that his heart was in trouble.

"Take care, Taishi! Huan Chu farewell!" Although Jiang Huan Chu was excited, he still had the same dead face on his face, and he didn't say much but said to take care, and led his relatives to embark on the return journey back to Donglu.

Lin Xing is guessing which princes in Donglu have not come. Unexpectedly, Zixia jumped out from the side, scaring him into a stumbling position.

Zixia looked at him with a sly smile: "Why are you so scared?

"What is my weak heart?" Lin Xing pouted and didn't like to take care of her.

"I already know the truth of the matter!" Zixia stretched out three fingers with a smug face: "Forty strings of sugar gourds block my mouth, or I will go and tell the master!"

Originally, she wanted to ask for twenty strings directly, but she thought that Lin Xing always had a bargaining face and temporarily changed her attention to the price increase. When I stretched out my hand, I thought about 30 strings, and when I said it, I was afraid that 30 strings would not achieve my goal, and the price would temporarily increase to 40 strings.

"How big a mouth do you have? It takes forty strings of sugar gourds to plug it?" Lin Xing didn't believe a word about Zixia's words. This girl can't hide her words, if she really knew that his secret would have spread all over the sky, even if she gave him sugar gourds, she couldn't stop it.

Seeing his suspicious look, Zixia directly threw out a killer idea: "Flirting with girls on the Internet, skewers of draft beer, airplane cannons!"

"How do you know this?" Lin Xing was shocked, and quickly covered Zixia's mouth to prevent her from talking.

"You said it when you were drunk last night!" The trick succeeded, and Zixia's smile was like a fox stealing a chicken: "I have been talking for more than two hours, and I can't stop it!"

"Drinking is wrong! Drinking is wrong!" Lin Xing only slapped his thigh with regret, and now that it was over, his identity as a traverser was exposed. If this matter reaches Di Yi's ears, I can't tell you how to kill yourself!

"What kind of game is this Internet that can make you obsessed to this point?" Zixia looked thoughtful: "Why don't you teach me and give you twenty sugar gourds!"

Lin Xing shook his head, now that there is no Internet, where can he teach her?

"Is it okay to figure it out? I'm holding your handle now!Why are I still begging you?" Seeing Lin Xing's refusal, Zixia was a little unhappy: "Either leave it to me to flirt with my sister, or I'll tell the Holy Mother that all you think about is how to play, and you don't feel at ease at all about cultivating!"

"That's all?" Lin Xing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his identity as a traverser was exposed, and his father was scared to death. For a long time, you want to sue me for a small case, saying that I don't do my job. If you sue him, the master is not unaware of his virtues. However, an idea came to mind with a turn of his eyeball.

"Do you want to learn to flirt with my sister?" Lin Xing held back a smile, sample! Let you scare me, and flirt with my sister, it's almost the same to be teased!

"Uh-huh!" Zixia nodded violently: "It sounds very funny, otherwise you won't forget it!"

"Okay!" Lin Xing smiled evilly and hooked her chin with a finger: "Girl, if you want to learn to flirt with your sister, you will laugh at your uncle first!"

"I'm laughing at your uncle!" Seeing Lin Xing's evil smile, Zixia didn't know that she had been fooled, and immediately kicked out.

Lin Xing was already on guard, and laughed out loud to dodge: "Don't you laugh, then the uncle will give you a smile!"