Dye Xiyao stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds, held the seven red in his hand, and said to me with a smile, "Brother, you have won the lottery." ”

"What's going on today?" a Taoist tore off his robe and ran naked on the street.

Chanting, "Hit, hit, I'm hit!"

When the street aunt saw it, she sighed and regretted, "This kid is usually good, what kind of evil is this?"

The chess master took a look at it and took a sip, "It's not an evil spirit, it's a lottery!"

The policeman's uncle received a report and refused to go to the police, "This kind of thing is not easy to manage." You give me seven reds, and I'll take them off for you. ”