Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 962 The pit is 178 meters deep, so I can wear it (3)
What's even more pitiful is that she was clearly harassed, but none of the people present could help her.

In this camp, no one can stop Xiao Qian.

Her helpless scream came through the wind and snow.

Beside the fire, Song Ao, Peng Xin, Tatamin and several guards looked at each other for a long time, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they could no longer hear Mo Jiu's voice.

"That's fine, that's fine! That's fine too..." Xue Fang shook his head maturely, looked in the direction where Xiao Qian and Mo Jiu disappeared, pulled a low stool and sat down.But just as his butt touched the stool, he seemed to be stimulated, and suddenly jumped up, touching his buttocks, "Ouch", screaming in pain.

He was so engrossed in watching the play that he forgot that his ass had just received twenty military sticks.

"What's so good? I don't even have to eat the mutton." Chi Xi glared at him, poked his stick at the pile of firewood bitterly, complained, and got hit on the waist.

He raised his head abruptly, staring at the bearded man, "You bastard, what are you kicking me for?"

Zuo Nan pouted his mouth, "Give me a seat, I want to sit."

Always being bullied, Chi Xi got used to it, he hummed and moved his butt, "Why do you sit? What do you eat when you sit down?"

Zou Nan heheed, staring at the grill with a greedy face, "Of course I eat roast lamb."

There are no roast mutton people, where did the roast mutton come from?Several people stared at him at the same time, with only one sentence in their eyes, "Can you bake?"

Zuo Nan let out a haha, and heartily patted his chest, "Don't worry, everyone! I don't know how to bake, but I know how to eat."

Kexi gave him a contemptuous look, looked at the shed and prayed.

"My lord, hurry up and bring Master Jiu back."

Looking at the smoldering mutton on the grill, everyone seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, and they all looked in the direction where Mo Jiu left.If the situation is that the mutton has just been roasted, it has not been seasoned.The rest of the process doesn't look too complicated, but these few people are not masters who can do it.Moreover, if it hadn't passed through Mo Jiu's hands, not only would the roast mutton lose its original taste, but this mutton feast would also seem meaningless.

Tatamin glanced at Xue Fang, and asked expectantly, "Will they come back?"

Xue Fang shook his head and looked back at her helplessly, "You ask me, which one should I ask?"

"Amitabha!" Chuangbei, who had been silent for a long time, clasped his hands together, and after reciting a sentence that no one could understand, he glanced at the crowd with piercing eyes, and said solemnly and solemnly: "The poor monk thinks that all the benefactors Gathering in the middle of the night and roasting the mutton is nothing but killing. The Lord took pity on the common people and took Jiu Ye away, presumably for the sake of participating in the Buddha nature and eliminating the karma of killing, and will never return."

After a pause, he clapped his hands, lowered his head slightly, and said solemnly: "So, the poor monk thought... this roast mutton needs to find another person to clean it."

"Fuck!" Song Ao threw a red-burning log at him, "I thought you had something to say about karma? Li Chuangbei, you said you are so naughty, should you be beaten?"

Chuangbei managed to avoid the red firewood, and whispered "Amitabha", and the words he uttered were still serious, "Don't be angry, the prince, and don't be angry with the donors. The poor monk thinks that the foundation of one's life must be funded by food. Food is heaven, let alone poor monks? Therefore, people eat mutton, which is cause and effect; poor monks eat mutton, which is also called the Dao—”

"Fuck me!"

"Hit him!"

"Hit him!"

"Damn it!"

(End of this chapter)