Daoist Fang is really a heart that wants to die!

Needless to say, the annoyance, the embarrassment, the main thing is a strong sense of loss, the huge psychological gap becomes a blow, just like the feeling of stepping on the air when walking in the clouds in a beautiful dream: "Brother Fang, Brother Fang?" The dream is so different from reality, just like the same Fanghua girl and Wang Youcai: "Brother Fang, Brother Fang!" Every time Brother Fang sees a rich brother, he will have a feeling of daydreaming, and Brother Youcai has been moved to cry:" Thanks to Brother Fang's love, the younger brother has nothing to repay, and he is willing to be a cow and a horse for Brother Fang, and serve Brother Fang day and night!"

In other words, to show the traces of the heart, this is to make a promise with oneself.

Of course, there is a rich brother This is a misunderstanding, but the atmosphere at that time was really a little ambiguous, with Fang Daoist's red face, lost soul, obsessed eyes, and the state of wanting to talk, anyone who sees it will have a misunderstanding: "Congratulations to Brother Fang-Congratulations to Brother Wang-" Brother Fang was only stunned, and there were seven behind Brother Wang, who were tall, short, fat and thin, and everyone was dressed brightly and decently: "Brother Cai, you said that you knew the little marquis, and the brothers still made fun of you, you really damn it, you have eyes without beads, you have eyes without beads-"

"Where, where, all the old brothers are laughing, laughing!" Wang Youcai was full of red light, beaming with joy, standing at the door like a groom: "What kind of identity is the little marquis, how dare you say that you know if you have money, only since last night in the twilight rain building, the two of us have traveled together——"

Since then, stop, there is a rich brother to make a look.

"Ahem!" the little marquis coughed dryly, indicating that this is right, and he can't say it.

The past is unbearable. Daoist Fang. The person I am most afraid of seeing is a rich brother. Brother Youcai is a witness.

There is a rich brother who understands it.

All the rich people will understand it.

Not to mention that it is just right, everything is in the words, leaving infinite space for reverie, no matter what, there is a rich brother who has visited the kiln with the little marquis, that is the iron buddy! This cadre is a huge rich, either a rich man or a big tyrant, and he eats pearls and gold bars. Wanguan is only a hair, and with a rich brother in it, he can only be regarded as a non-slippery child. However, now it's different, there is a rich brother who has quick eyes, and he is the first to climb the big tree of Fang Xiaohou Ye, which is really eye-catching, envious and jealous: "Papapapa!"

Of course, it's too late, and there is a remedy: "Bang Bang!"

Four large boxes, two medium boxes, and one small box. First and then neatly slapped on the table: "Smack!"

"Little Hou Ye - Little Hou Ye - " This is a meeting gift, and it is a small courtesy. If you don't pay respect, you don't pay respect, and you also ask the little marquis: "Laugh!

The little marquis was indifferent, and he didn't take a look, he just stared straight out of the door: "Hmph!"

Jade-like people, cyan shirts, fluttering, Shi Shiran, Murong Gongzi is here.

Just like the stars and the moon, Murong Gongzi is seated, still sitting on the main seat, and the head of the left: "Ji Zhi, sit down." ”

Ji Zhi doesn't sit down, and looks at each other angrily!

Yes, he wants to give Fang Yin an explanation, a reasonable reason to make Fang Yin forgive him! If not, he will break off his friendship! For Mao's little beauty, become a big tyrant? This is also too annoying, people don't have such fun, and Fang Yin still treats him as a friend! Fang Daoist was angry, Fang Daoist spewed fire out of his eyes, and the more Fang Daoist thought about it, the more angry he became, in addition to being angry, there were some other grievances, obviously his teeth were clenched, and there were tears in his eyes, and he was already so angry that he wanted to cry! In an instant, the warm snow jade world was really like ice and snow, full of cold, solemn, and gunsmoke-filled flavors.

The eight local tyrants are silent, and everyone is frightened! No one dares to look like this to Murong Gongzi, Fang Xiaohou really has a kind of it, and he is not more idle! But Murong Gongzi is also very strange, Murong Gongzi doesn't know which crazy he is again, Murong Gongzi looks left and right: "What's wrong?" What's wrong, what's wrong, pretending to be confused, you still have the face to say what's wrong! Fang Dao's morale was furious, and he jumped up with the next arrow step, pointed his fingers and noses, and roared angrily: "Okay, what about the beauty!"

I see!

The so-called false alarm, this is the case, the eight local tyrants each breathed a sigh of relief, and said in their hearts that the beauty has its own, and this little marquis is too anxious! Murong Gongzi also breathed a sigh of relief, he had said to him before, this time it was flower wine, of course there would be a beauty to accompany him, Murong Gongzi went out just now to arrange this matter, and he always had to be carefully selected, so that he was satisfied: "Bang! Bang! " Clapped his hands three times, thinking that it was a code, Gongzi smiled, and the beauty arrived: "Childe-childe-"

"Childe-childe-" This time, there are eight more, eight beautiful mermaids run in, everyone is beautiful and fragrant, and all of them are so beautiful that they are bubbling: "Official-official-" Not to mention, Huan Fat Yan Thin has its own beauty, just look at that, fragrant skin and snow skin are light and thin, can't move, don't look at indecent and don't move, the key is that there are seven coquettish in eight: "Xianggong-Xianggong-" When he was dazzled, between his dizziness and brain, Daoist Fang unconsciously returned to his original seat, which was the main seat: "Don't!

It's not right, it's not right, it's not right anywhere!

There are too many beauties, and they can't put it aside, so they said one by one, and Daoist Fang asked in his busy schedule: "No...... Fanghua ......"

"Fanghua?" Murong Gongzi was stunned, and the explanation was absolutely reasonable: "What, do you want to see it now?"

Daoist Fang was stunned when he heard this, and then his face turned red again: "No...... No...... Uh-huh...... ...... like this"

Let's talk about the son, the officials are fair.

It is said that there are eight beauties, and there are also eight local tyrants, plus Murong Gongzi and Fang Xiaohouye, there is simply not enough wolf meat and less meat. But the actual situation is not like this, Murong Gongzi has already made arrangements, and the eight local tyrants have no opinion, the actual situation is that the son called by the four beauties threw their arms to Murong Gongzi on the spot, and the other three beauties called the official Xianggong, and was enjoyed by Daoist Fang alone. Eight beauties, two people, fair and reasonable, absolutely authentic. The eight local tyrants have no opinion, the eight local tyrants originally came to accompany the wine, the eight local tyrants stared dryly, and they had no opinion: "Don't don't!

Yes, there is another don't, but this don't should be emphasized. Because she's the most beautiful. Because she's the youngest. No. Her name is Ah Lian, and she is also a girl who is a girl, she is eighteen years old, and she is still a yellow flower girl. All the beautiful people present are all veterans and veterans, only this Ah Lian, a poor girl. This is the first time in my life that I have picked up a customer. The girl is extremely shy, not only shy but also timid, her long eyelashes tremble, her big eyes are full of horror, and her thin red lips look so dazed and helpless between opening and closing: "Don't want Li'er, don't die, babble-"

Mercy cried.

Like a weak and pitiful little lamb, in the face of three fierce big tigers, curled up in the arms of a big pervert and cried.

Yes, the sisters are dressed so, so. So little......

Only, only. Li'er is neatly dressed, this is really, really, not like words......

Ever heard a mosquito cry?

Anyway, Daoist Fang hadn't heard of it, and Daoist Fang felt like he was holding a crying mosquito, babbling, babbling......

Take off! Take off!

The three tigresses are roaring together, you push and push me, scratching and scratching, and there are four to see jokes, plus eight big tyrants! Takeoff, takeoff, little lamb, stripped naked! Oh, babble, poor and innocent are in danger! Fortunately, there is another person, this person is Fang Daoshi, who is pity for the flowers and jade, chivalrous on the spot, slapping the table, and shouting solemnly: Bold! Presumptuous! With our Yin here, you must not be rude and make trouble! When the words fell, the scream was loud, and the seven tigers and eight local tyrants on the spot were all suppressed, suppressed!

Look, this is called a hero saving beauty, a hero!

He is so manly, and he is a true gentleman who does not sit still, and he is also a heroic husband in the world!

Although the girl is still crying, but the girl is already happy in her heart, babbling, babbling,

No, things have changed!

"Little rabbit cub, don't give face!" said that it was a tigress, that is, a tigress, and at that moment, seven people had a pair of eyes, and they all rushed forward bravely: "Who is rude? Who is messing around! Sisters, give it to me!" It was a loud bang, and Daoist Fang's robe, underwear, and hairband, were torn to shreds together: "Wow!" The eight local tyrants widened their eyes together, and praised in unison: "It's amazing! This is obviously a random slap on the back, regardless of the occasion, Daoist Fang was annoyed and angry, and slapped the table again: "Yu Murong!"

Murong Gongzi smiled: "Sit down." ”

At the moment, everyone is in their place, and the wind is calm for a while, or is Murong Gongzi's words effective, heroes?

Sit, sit down, but this time sit well, Daoist Fang was dumbfounded again.

Sit down well, you have to focus on it.

Ten-person platform, ten-seater, son-in-law Taoist eight local tyrants, how to sit well with eight beauties?

It's easy to say, just look at Murong Gongzi, you can know that there is one on the left leg, one on the right leg, the first one in his arms, and one on his back.

Fang Daoist is general.

Flanked from all sides, encircled, this, this, this is not a war: "This, not very good?"

The situation at that time was that Daoist Fang frowned, his face was full of displeasure, how could he look like this.

There is one word to describe it: to refuse and welcome.

"Good, good, good!" The eight local tyrants applauded together, and everyone smiled: "Don't move!

Here's another word: schadenfreude.

Because the eight local tyrants have all suffered hardships, the flower wine in Chaoyun Tower is definitely not so delicious, Chaoyun Tower is like a twilight rain building, there are many unwritten rules in it, this is one of them: to drink flower wine, do not do it.

"Tie up, tie up!" the seven beauties shouted together, "Tie it up together!"

It can be said that unconsciously, before Daoist Fang had time to react, his two hands were tied to the armrests of the chair, just like Murong Gongzi: "This, this, this is playing again......"

That, that, that's definitely a, blissful torment!

"Okay, okay, hahahaha!" However, Daoist Fang didn't want to lose: "Serve the wine!"

Because Fang Yin is not convinced, this time it is more than sitting still, if his heart is like a rock, he will know the truth when he is young-

Come on, whoever is afraid of whom!

Drink!(To be continued......)