Durin's Diary

Chapter 724: Poor picture
Although Du Lin hated this little thing who used crying as a weapon, he couldn't help but be liked by others.

The newly transformed body had small horns and a long tail. Du Lin's mother loved it very much when she saw it. She said that Du Lin's future children should be as cute as this.

Du Lin's sister stood beside her mother without leaving any trace: "He said he wanted to marry me, but I didn't like it."

Du Lin's mother was stunned for a moment, then looked at her little daughter with a smile: "What's wrong, my Natalia, isn't it good to have someone like you?"

Du Lin sat aside - a favorite of the goddess of luck like him was really not suitable for sitting at the card table.

It would be better to watch my sister perform.

The younger sister was silent for a moment, then she opened her red lips and said, "Because my sister said, don't trust the men out there. They are beasts in human form, and all they want to do every day is take advantage of us girls."

"You're absolutely right, Yelena!" Anta stood up at this time and took the initiative to act as Yelena's supporting actor.

Elaine took the initiative to clap her hands to assist Anta.

The mother glanced at Yelena, who was almost hiding behind Lid, without leaving any trace, then looked at her little daughter with a smile: "That's not what I meant. Look at Brother Lorlock, isn't he doing well?"

Du Lin looked at Lolock, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book at this time, but his trembling legs betrayed him.

Du Lin thought about it, said hello, and asked the young Zhao family member to follow him downstairs.

"Sir, don't you want to win back your sister's money?" asked the young Zhulong with a smile.

"What a joke! My mom, my sister, and my two wives." Pointing at the table, Du Lin rolled his eyes.

This is what it means that both the palms and the backs of the hands are made of flesh.

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"Little old man, why are you in the mood to come here today? You don't look like you are here to catch fish with your old brothers." The old fisherman on Qiantang Old Street looked at the little dwarf walking across the bridge with some curiosity.

Moreover, he didn't bring any fishing gear today and was wearing official uniform, which didn't look like he was going to go night fishing at all.

"Young man, treat me. If you have nothing to do recently, don't go fishing. It's cold at night." As the old man said this, he took out a very beautiful cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it and handed it to the old man.

The latter took the cigarette with a smile and took a look at it: "It doesn't look like the stuff sold by our cigarette factory here."

"I brought it back from the Western Continent. It's good for the lungs. I've had our local Tianshi make a replica." The old man said, glancing at the tram passing by on the bridge. "Okay, I'll get on first."

After saying that, he got on the bus in a flash, put a nickel into the empty coin box, and then greeted the driver.

"My dear old man, it's been a long time since we last met. Are you going to Tianxianglou for dinner today?"

"Yes." The old man said, and sat diagonally behind the driver.

While controlling the speed of the car, he said, "I heard from the old anglers that you went to the West Land. Is it fun there?"

"It's not fun at all. Only big cities have electricity, and people still ride in horse-drawn carriages. There are gods everywhere," the old man said as he bought a bottle of lemonade from a nearby vending machine. "But there are some pretty good people over there. Mr. Wumingshi and Lady Nuwa also have a church there. Although they are red-haired foreigners, they can still be considered heroes. They are more humane than some of us here."

"Of course they are. There's nothing wrong with the righteous people like Wu Fuzi and the twin goddesses Nuwa." The driver agreed, pressing the bell and sticking his head out the window. "You little bastard, you're playing outside again! Get home and do your homework!"

The kids on the street were running around screaming.

Looking at these children, the old man sincerely felt that if they were in Changtang, Du Lin's kindness might not exist. You see, in Xilu, children were harmed, trafficked, and abducted. But in Changtang, these little brats didn't do their homework, sneaking out to play on the streets until dark before returning home, and then crying while doing their homework in the middle of the night.

Du Lin will definitely quickly transform from a fighter who protects children into an extremist who will beat children six times in one second if they are disobedient.

As for him, this typical child from other people's families must be the dream child of all parents in Changtang.

"Little old man, we have arrived at Tianxiang Tower."

The old man nodded and got out of the car through the back door.

Crossing the sidewalk, letting the pregnant young lady and her child pass, the little old man walked into the door.

"Little old man, you haven't been here for a while. I asked several people, and they said you went to Xilu." The owner at the counter greeted him and glanced at the notebook in his hand: "Please go to the third floor, room 3201."

"I did go to the Western Continent, and when I came back, I f**king went back and forth between the Heavenly Master's Mansion and the Emperor's house."

"You are a big shot of the second rank. Our Chang Tang depends entirely on a Taoist priest like you to guard it." The boss said with a smile, and handed over a small bag: "This is this year's new Longjing. Keep it for yourself and try it."

"Okay, since you are so polite, I have to give you some gifts." After the old man said this, he spread all seven cigarettes in the cigarette box in his hand on the counter.

"It doesn't look like it's produced by us." The boss took one and looked at it.

"We produce it, and I'm embarrassed to take it out. It's good cigarettes from Xilu. Smoke one less cigarette at a time. You can try it." After saying that, the old man took the tea bag and went upstairs.

The girl next to him frowned: "Is there anything?"

"Are you stupid? How could an old man smoke that kind of junk? He can enter the imperial kitchen like it's his own. He can come to our building to give us face as a guest. He can say that the good things he says are worth more than you can buy." At this point, the boss picked up a lighter and lit a cigarette. He took a puff and then immediately took a big drag: "So refreshing."

"You said there was no added ingredients! I'm going to tell my mom!" The girl was anxious.

"Woman, you're ignorant. When you smoke this cigarette, your dad feels like his lungs are saying how good it feels. Do you understand? Hey, you don't understand what I'm saying." After saying that, the boss happily put the remaining cigarettes into his own cigarette box: "Oh, by the way, did you see that cigarette box just now?"

"I see, there are relief carvings, but they are not the craftsmanship here."

"That's right, Western goods. Have you forgotten the blanket I bought for your grandfather last time? It's a truly high-end product. The long-haired cow blankets from the north are just so-so, but the price is even one-third cheaper than those shipped from the north. That was something only the emperor could enjoy in the past."

"Don't call him 'emperor' all the time. Call him Your Majesty." His daughter rolled her eyes at him. Although there was still doubt in her eyes, she knew that there was nothing bad in the world that could keep a person clear-headed after smoking.

"Why? Back then, we brothers followed him through life and death at Yumen Pass. I and Mr. Yan said he was it, so he must be it." When the boss said this, he saw another little demon, so he immediately smiled and lowered his body: "Mr. Yan, you are late. I just went upstairs."

"I can tell by the cigarette in your mouth. You must have given me tea, right? Otherwise, this old man wouldn't give you any cigarettes."

"Do you have it?" the boss asked with a smile.

"No, please stop giving me tea."

"No, take it. You can give me some next time you have cigarettes." The boss said as he took out the tea with a smile.

Lord Yan smiled and nodded. He took the cigarette and said, "I can't take it for free. Here, girl, this is for you." He placed a small copper box in the hands of the girl at the counter and said, "Western candy, made by dwarfs like me. It's very sweet. Try it."

(End of this chapter)