Pick up a monster and carry it home

Chapter 353 Extra Story [Anjun Daily] 1
Extraordinary, Anjun Daily...

Headline: The Seventeenth Prince's love affair changed suddenly, he was challenged by a rival in love, and the palace encountered an unprecedented crisis...

I am the stone lion on the left side of the Seventeenth Prince's house. Everyone can call me Mr. Zuo Shishi.

Because my hometown is in Tangshan, everyone can also call me Mr. Tang Shi.

Today, I watched another stone lion in my neighbor suffer from a human twice in a row!

As a stone lion with a strong sense of justice and a kind heart, I feel extremely sympathetic to what happened to my neighbors.

Sumire expressed her deep condolences again, ahem... no, it's condolences, she was only injured, not dedicated yet.

Speaking of the murderer, I felt bad when I first saw him this afternoon.

The murderous aura on his body appears and disappears from time to time, ready to erupt at any time...

He stood at the door, staring at the door of the mansion, motionless.

I'm a little bit annoyed, brat dares to imitate your lion brother me, let's practice a little more if you want to be a stone statue with your body!

Later, the little brother who guarded the door found that something was wrong with this person, so the two had a clear division of labor, one entered the room to report and the other stayed behind to be vigilant.

That kid standing at the door imitating the two of us as stone statues and refusing to move, is getting more and more murderous.

But seeing the sun gradually moving westward, the boy who ran in to rescue the soldiers did not return for a long time.

I looked at the man who had stood firm with deep sympathy.

Seeing the look of death in his clothes, I couldn't help but couldn't bear it, what a nice guy, tsk tsk...it's a pity.

Just when I thought that kid was going to launch an overall attack, there was a sudden turning point.

A few weak donkey brays broke the deadlock.

I pouted, I knew who it was without guessing, it must be Yuwen Boy, the accountant of the Wangfu, who had returned.

First off, I have a lot of disdain for him.

Cut, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, shaking a fan all day long, reciting a sour poem from time to time, uneducated but likes to pretend to be profound.

I have always disdained this kind of stinky scholar who has no real materials.

What, you ask me who I learned this from?
Hee hee...Why are you so annoying, asking people such sharp questions.

Squeezing it out, my family, I learned it from Miss Si Ya, and Miss Si Ya is my favorite object.

(End of this chapter)