Pick up a monster and carry it home

Chapter 438 She won't lose the country of female respect, right?

Is my dear sister a Taoist nun?How can I hook up with three and four.

Bah, bah, bah, it's not about flirting with each other, it's about provoking love.

This time I won't argue with you, if you see that kid Zhuang Yan, you know what to do. "

"I know, I know, I will never tell him the whereabouts of the master, and don't let him bother you to kiss the master."

Dear sister, can you tell Wa how many heads you have?

Who said that this life is an old yellow flower that cannot be married, so she ran to become a monk in despair.

This, this, this... this is too far off the track of reality!

Who can pinch me and tell me that this is not a country of femininity?

"Ouch..."

Shen Shuyao cried out in pain, turned her head and stared bitterly at the person who really pinched her.

"No... Didn't you ask someone to pinch you?"

It turned out that she unconsciously said everything she wanted to say in her mind.

Shen Shuyao looked up at the sky.

Lian Zhen, isn't his mind always good? Why did he become elm?

……

Shen Shuyao sat by the window of the inn room, staring blankly at the crowd passing by below.

The relatives and sisters are in a chaotic relationship between men and women, and have never come to her;

Shen Shuyao found the joy of her loved ones, seeing them disappear in the waiting.

She originally thought that Yue Heng would come after him;
But after so many days, half of the martial arts conference was over, but he still couldn't be seen, and the disappointment in his heart flew down three thousand feet.

Lian Zhen couldn't bear it, so she took her out to relax.

Just in time, a family in the town turned out to be the son of a rich family in the town who wanted to marry a wife;

The three-day flowing water banquet was set up, and Yu Tangchun, who is said to be a famous local actor, was invited to sing.

Lian Zhen pulled Shen Shuyao to join in the fun, squeezed through the crowd and approached the stage;
Looking at the table, he almost fell down in fright.

My grandma, then... Is that a human being?
The bumps and hollows on his skin can be seen with the oil paint on his face;
If the moon and his mother-in-law saw it, she would look up to the sky and laugh three times with great satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)