Anti-submarine god hilarious strategy

Chapter 78 I want you to experience the blooming of chrysanthemums
"Hold back your trotters to me, whoever is following, whoever is following, we just happened to run into each other at the hotel."

"By coincidence? Don't tell me, oh, you just opened the wrong door and saw the people inside are disheveled! You can write novels, you think you are Mo Shiyi!"

Ning Wushuang was almost choked: "Banxian, tell me what numbers will be drawn in tomorrow's lottery! Also, who is Mo Shiyi!"

Zhu Zijie didn't know who it was, he just glanced at the name on the screen of his sister's mobile phone, picked it up and used it, bragging that it was Zhu Zijie's patent.

"Ning Wushuang, you don't even know who Mo Shiyi is? How did you graduate from university? I'm so disappointed in you!"

The waiter brought a glass of juice. How could this kind of liquid that was labeled as a different kind in the bar appear in front of her? Naturally, Ning Wushuang looked in Xu Zifeng's direction. Lean forward and respect you.

Zhu Zijie: "It's nothing to be courteous, this drink must be drugged! See if you see it, there are skulls floating, poison signs."

Ning Wushuang looked at the glass in horror: "I also have this vague feeling. This glass of juice looks weird, but it is also a gift from someone. I am always embarrassed if it is poured. Otherwise, you can drink it for me. got it?"

Zhu Zijie backed away while laughing: "I don't want it, I don't want it, I will lose my morals after drinking it."

Ning Wushuang turned pale with fright: "Is it chastity? However, you don't have these two things, so drink it at ease, it can supplement the vitamin C in your body."

"Ignorant little sister, do you want me to die?"

Mou Ning smiled: "I want you to experience the feeling of being a number 0 when the chrysanthemum is in full bloom."

Zhu Zijie looked resentful...

Bai Aotian played on Ning Wushuang's cell phone all night, but it was turned off.

He has never tried this feeling before. He was very embarrassed. Holding a book, it turned out to be upside down; after making a cup of coffee, he mistook the creamer for soy sauce and the sugar for salt. What was particularly weird was that, He drank it, and found nothing wrong.

Looking out of the window at the neon-lit bridge in the dark night, a pair of sharp eyes behind the gold-rimmed spectacle frame narrowed slightly...

"Hey, it's already 01:30, why can they chat for so long? They are still whispering, there must be something tricky."

Zhu Zijie yawned and rested his chin: "I've never seen anyone so weird. They actually chatted in a bar for three hours. This is not the place to chat! Tsk, pervert."

Then, Ning Wushuang noticed that the people at the next table also looked at them with strange eyes, as if they were contemptuous of them: abnormal.

Well, yes, they seem to have been here for three hours, whispering to each other in a tricky way...

"Hey, hey, they're leaving, shall we follow?" Ning Wushuang pulled Zhu Zijie up to shuttle through the crowd.

After all, these two actually ran onto the dance floor.

The people on the dance floor were crazy. They shook their heads up and down like they were on drugs. Mou Ning was very concerned about whether they would just shake their heads like this.

The two got separated because there were a lot of strange faces suddenly inserted between them. They looked menacing. Ning Wushuang seemed to see a piece of fat pork that would shake. This is unrealistic. How can a pig dance? , how could he shake his body...

"I wish Zijie, I wish Zijie."

A hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd and pulled her into his arms.

"Zhu Zijie." It's a pity not, when she turned her head, she only saw that smiling face that was comparable to an evildoer.

"Sister Wushuang, you have been staring at me all night, can I take this as a warm invitation?"

(End of this chapter)