My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Master, master, then, what should we do?"

Uncle Jiu sighed:

"Move!

Move hands and feet.

My whole body moves.

Can't stop yet. "

After finishing speaking, he took a puff of dry cigarette.

Wencai looked nervous:

"What happens if you stop?"

Nan Chen next to him replied:

"If it stops.

The blood does not flow.

At that time, they will be stuck together.

At that time, you are not far from death. "

When Wen Cai heard this, he said "Ah":

"Master, Junior Brother, don't scare me!"

Uncle Jiu took a puff of smoke:

"Nan Chen didn't scare you.

It becomes hard when stuck together.

If it's stiff, it's stiff, and if it's stiff, it's a zombie..."

When Wencai heard this, he was about to cry.

With an aggrieved look:

"Master, Master, I still don't want to die?"

Uncle Jiu stared:

"Then why are you still sitting? Don't get up and move."

When Wencai heard this, he hurriedly stood up.

Then jump and jump, start to move.

Nan Chen Qiusheng began to tidy up the sundries on the table.

Uncle Jiu thought for a while, then said to Qiu Sheng:

"Qiu Sheng, go get some glutinous rice and sprinkle it on the bed."

Qiusheng let out an "oh" and went into the house to get glutinous rice...

Then, Uncle Jiu said to Nan Chen:

"Nan Chen, go and make some glutinous rice porridge for Wen Cai.

Remember, don't let the smell of smoke get into the porridge.

Otherwise, it's useless to boil it. "

"Understood master."

Nan Chen replied respectfully, then turned and left.

But before Nan Chen entered the room, Qiu Sheng came out with a bag of rice:

"Master, that's all for the glutinous rice."

As he said that, he sprinkled it on the bed, which was not enough to make porridge.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu said helplessly to Nan Chen:

"Then I'll buy it later, let's make porridge again!

Nan Chen nodded.

Immediately, Uncle Jiu looked at Wen Cai again:

"Wen Cai, take off your shoes and jump on the bed."

Literary talent is somewhat inexplicable:

"**I've heard it before, what does jumping on the bed mean?"

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes, thinking of slapping Wencai to death.

Stupid, perverted and timid, with a lot of nonsense.

Nan Chen also shook his head helplessly.