"Grab the flower thief, kill him and hang him on the wall if you catch it, so that this guy will be shameless. In broad daylight, he will be too bold." Suddenly, there was a fierce grabbing thief outside the ship.
Xu Ziming couldn't help but two blue smoke came out of his nose, angrily like a bull in estrus: "Hey, you really killed him." After saying that, he opened the curtain again, his body attached to the boat board like a leech and dived into the water without a sound. .
"Where is the flower picking thief?" A seven-foot man was the first to board the woman's flower boat, holding an arm-thick wooden stick, sounding like a bell.
The woman's eyes lit up immediately, and she rushed forward to act like a bird: "Oh, son, thank you for being here in time, or else... oooo." After all, she was faintly in tears, and the man was rude. A pair of big hands held on her willow waist: "Miss, don't worry, under the circumstances, we people of insight will not see and ignore it. Don't worry, let me leave the safety of the lady in the future."
"The son..."
"Miss..."
With eyes facing each other, with affection, envious of the guys behind, each of them beat their chests and feet, and sighed: "Damn, come one step later."
With a suffocation of breath, Xu Ziming re-drilled from the bottom of the river, went ashore quietly, sighed, and ran away like a rabbit, excitedly jumping out of his mouth: "Flower-picking thief? Shouldn't it be called to catch the gangster." Pervert?"
In a hurry, I found a place and stole two pieces of clothes sneakily. In return, Xu Ziming hung up his sports shorts and black vest, and wrote a large line on the wall with water stains: two for two. Pieces, you don’t lose, I don’t earn! Hehe.
Only then did he rectify, walked to the embankment again, and began to look at this strange and weird place.
Green tiles and red walls stand tall, and the house is the oldest kind of house. If I remember correctly, Mr. Lu Xun’s former residence is much more fashionable than this house. And what is stepping on is a section of stone road. The side of the road is paved with stones of length and thickness. The cracks between the stones are not the common limestone, but the light rice milk, which is very old.
Especially all the people here are wearing the robes that can only be seen in the costume TV series, and even the one stolen from their own body is a general style, and I can't help but feel that something is wrong in my heart.
Walking along the river bank, his dazzling plank attracted countless gazes. Some talented ladies couldn’t help but smile, and the low mumbling still came over: "I'm afraid it's a monk who ran down from the mountain, a pair of tricks. It's a thief, what a rubbish."
It's a goddamn girl. Xu Ziming spit out a thick phlegm angrily, staring back fiercely with scorching eyes, and provoke countless eyes of the beautiful lady: This monk is not a flower monk, it's just a poor and sour look, but he is still so lacking in quality.
Xu Ziming's head was slippery with a glimmer of light, and a smile that looked like a cloud was seen. The little girl who had just had a face of disdain suddenly reddened, and the monk was quite handsome.
Xu Ziming's face was comparable to a city wall, and the Dragon Sword could not be broken with a single knife. As he walked slowly forward, he suddenly found a stone pier with three big characters written refreshingly on it: "Qinhuai River!"
Qinhuai River? I didn't go to the Qinhuai River once or twice. When did it become what it looks like today
The dilapidated stone road, the long gown all the way to the ground, and the earth-shattering "flower picking thief".
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning exploded in Xu Ziming's mind. After reading a lot of novels, he finally knew where he was now: "Hey, although I don't want to admit it, it seems that I have crossed!"