World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 297 Destroy Cai Tou
Before this.

Yan Xiaoyue suddenly heard the shoehorn laughing, and then pointed out that someone deliberately colluded with Caimen monsters to throw bowls, her beautiful eyes widened, her face turned pale with fright, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

At that time, she grabbed my hand and wrote three words in my palm: "Go quickly."

This old sixth is quite loyal.

She was afraid that when the shoehorn took out the real bowl, something big would happen to the lottery.

After all, I am not a real old grain merchant.

She doesn't want me to have problems with this kind of civil strife.

I ignored her.

Yan Xiaoyue didn't know what the hell I was doing, she looked extremely anxious.

Just now.

Shoehorn's subordinates showed everyone the family planning box.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoyue was completely dumbfounded.

I raised an eyebrow at her shyly.

After the audience was quiet for more than ten seconds, a roar of laughter suddenly broke out.

Of course, this laughter was mainly made by Yan Xiaoyue Ximentang's subordinates.

The shoehorn's Nanmentang subordinates looked at each other in dismay, with embarrassment and doubts on their faces, not knowing what kind of plane they were flying.

The other hall is Dongmen Hall.

The hall master is a middle-aged dumpy man who looks like Maitreya Buddha.

This guy has been smiling all the time, no matter whether he saw Ximentang or Yan Xiaoyue before, he was polite and polite, he seemed to be a centrist, and did not participate in the battle between Nanmentang and Ximentang.

But at this moment, he couldn't help it, and smiled.

Look at the shoehorn.

The eyeballs of this guy were about to fall off, and he began to pick up the package and rummage through it frantically.

Seeing that there was no Mingdoucai Thousand Seams Bowl in the package, he was as dumb as if he had been struck by lightning.

The subordinate next to the shoehorn still holds the box of family planning supplies in his hand, as if holding a sacred object.

This subordinate is not mentally handicapped, it's just that his brain hasn't reacted yet, he doesn't know what to do for a while, and he has nowhere to put his hands.

Seeing this, the shoehorn was so angry that his lungs would explode, and he kicked the subordinate to the ground: "I'm still holding you up!"

Something astonishing happened.

Yan Xiaoyue Ximentang, Maitreya Buddha Dongmentang, the two groups of people suddenly twisted their faces and covered their stomachs, their foreheads were dripping with sweat, and they all fell to the ground.

Only the people in the shoehorn nanmentang are fine!

(End of this chapter)