Chapter 368

So, this big play integrating national hatred, gratitude and hatred, Romeo and Juliet's dog blood ended with the death of female pig feet? Isn't this a dead end?

I chewed the juicy Turpan grapes, and I make complaints about it.

The storyteller carelessly spits out the grape skin: "well... What, maybe the screenwriter has run out of talent?"

It's really the most common ending. The man didn't want to start in the end. What's it for? Naturally, the most touching explanation is that he wasted his country's enemies and deeply fell in love with female pig feet, so he refused to accept the death of female pig feet and left sadly, and then lived forever as female pig feet in his heart.

I think it's more likely that the male LORD goes all out to hunt down the female Lord in order to kill the woman. Now that he's dead, of course, he's going back to his bridal chamber. Do you want him to guard the body, carry forward the values of harmony and friendship, and hold a grand funeral for the princess of the enemy country?

"Cough..." the storyteller got stuck in the grape pit and coughed fiercely.

As I hung my back for her, I published my opinions on this three vulgar words book. The male Lord was probably shaped in the direction of crazy bully and cool drag, but it was a bit of a failure. Apart from other things, he can keep crazy and cool in other things. How can he get dizzy when he meets a female pig's foot and repeatedly do many unreasonable things that are not in line with the character's character?

"What... What's wrong?" the storyteller asked as he coughed.

I thought for a moment: "there are too many doubts. First of all, is the female pig's feet very ordinary or national? The author of this script is clearly schizophrenic. For a moment, she says that the female Lord looks ordinary, and for a moment, she says that the female Lord is charming, so she looks..."

The storyteller thought carefully: "maybe the heroine is modest... Others think she is charming, and she thinks it's just ordinary“

"Scared?" I opened my eyes: "are you kidding? Is the female pig's foot crazy? Who does she think she is? Is she ordinary“

It was quiet. The person who had just been stuck seemed to breathe and looked at me silently.

"Second, the hero is the LORD he. Even if the female pig's feet are beautiful and attract the admiration of Lord he, you can know that the object of your admiration is your father murderer and enemy princess. Normal people will immediately break this love.

"He wants to break..." the person beside him added silently.

"Want to break?" I disdained my lips: "look what bad things he did! For an enemy's daughter, he disobeyed his mother, swallowed poison for her, and was stabbed by her. He almost died! I think he might as well die. If one day he dies, he must be stupid!"

The people around me opened their mouths and seemed to want to say something. I silently motioned to her to indicate that I understood.

"The reason why this story book is not popular must be that there is a problem in shaping the image of the male and female Lord! The female Lord doesn't say it, she is simply an evil marisu. The IQ of the male Lord is negative. Don't say it. From the lines and the male Lord's reaction, I guess nine out of ten the male Lord is a bitch!"

The people around me opened their mouths and were completely shocked by me.

"Niang Pao?" she murmured, and the smile spread from the corners of her lips. I watched her trembling shoulders and wanted to laugh and endure very hard.

"Yes, it's my mother's gun!" I said firmly, and a shadow fell on my head. It turned out that my father didn't know when to stand behind me and was silently looking down at me.

"Dad, you're coming!" I greeted happily. I don't know if it's an illusion. I always think my father's face is a little black today.

My father sat on the head with a gloomy face. His face was as handsome as an iceberg in the cold winter. My mother beside me was shaking with laughter. Seeing my father's face as black as the bottom of a pot, my mother reluctantly stopped laughing.

Said to stop laughing, but your mother's shaking shoulders like chaff are too obvious?

My father's ice face, which was originally cold, gradually showed a smile, but there was a bit of gnashing of teeth in that smile: "funny?"

My mother immediately straightened up and sat upright, with a noble and inviolable appearance, glanced at me: "it's all pretty bad. What funny jokes do you tell to make me laugh..."

I knew my mother, a pot throwing expert, would throw the black pot on me.

My father's eyes swept over coldly, "what's the joke? Let's hear it." my father finally showed a little smile and looked at my mother, but the smile felt like seed coat laughing rather than meat laughing.

My mother choked and looked at me eagerly for help. I pretended not to see it. Who told you to throw the pot so neatly just now?

"Where's ah Jue? You let him kneel again under the big sun? If there's something wrong with my son, I can't finish with you." my mother angrily forked her waist and scolded my father, looking like she loves her son.

She has been using this move for a long time. Everyone knows where she loves my unlucky brother. It is clear that she is... Changing the topic.

You know, when my brother was beaten, who else could stand beside and shout "well beaten" but my mother?

My mother's childish move can't hide from my father's eyes. My father looked at her silently. My mother's arrogance disappeared in an instant.

"I seem to have heard someone say something about my mother's gun just now?" my father's exploratory eyes turned around my mother's face, and his voice was a little unhappy.

My mother showed a flattering smile to my father, and then looked at me solemnly: "that's what Nannan said."

Fortunately, I'm used to being shot by my mother at the critical moment, so I'm not surprised at my mother's betrayal without suspense, so I have to tell my father what I just said.

My father listened without expression and said faintly, "do you think the man inside is stupid and stupid?"

I keenly heard a trace of discomfort from my father's voice. No wonder my father would be upset. After all, the man in this book is also surnamed he. Maybe he has some relatives with my father. So I thought about it and changed a euphemism: "I can't say that. Maybe the female pig's feet are really beautiful. I can't control beauty at present... I can understand."

"Can understand..." I nodded very dogleg under my father's dignified eyes.

My father glanced at my mother and murmured something. I couldn't hear it clearly. It seems that

"You don't look very well."

I became more and more curious. My father seemed to know the characters in this book. Is there really a prototype?

Before I chased my mother to ask about the prototype of male and female masters in the script, my father waved me away like a fly.

I walked out of the Yiran pavilion with my close maid. Inadvertently, I looked back. My mother had snuggled up in my father's arms with a smile. The cherry lips were slightly opened. It seemed that she was explaining something to my father.

My father's iceberg face finally showed signs of melting. Under the deliberate flattery of my son of a bitch, my father bent down happily

It was not suitable for children again. I turned my head and snorted. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, the couple show their love every day and never forget to abuse the dog. It's impossible to live this day!

When I got the chance, I finally talked to my mother about the dog's blood script again. My mother lazily twisted a grape and said, "in fact, the man also has many advantages..."

I quickly said that I was all ears. My mother thought for a long time before mysteriously approaching my ear: "people are handsome..."

I disdained to curl my lips: "being handsome is a necessary condition for the man of the script..."

My mother thought, "is that a good x job?"

Me:

On a certain day, under my repeated questioning, my mother broke out a shocking news. It turned out that the dog blood script was adapted from the love history between her and my father!

In the face of my adoring eyes, my mother waved her hands lightly and humbly. She said that her personal charm was so bursting when she was young. Countless handsome guys fell under her pomegranate skirt, and my father was just the least prominent one.

"If he doesn't look OK, hum..." my mother is very proud. Well, my mother, I hope you will continue to keep it in front of my father. Don't counselle.

"It turned out that you and my father had experienced so many ups and downs..." I sighed, and my mother's eyes were staring at a Begonia flower outside, as if recalling the past.

"But mother, didn't you die in the end?" I suddenly thought of this question and quickly asked my mother for confirmation: "shouldn't you be born abnormal, and your heart grows on the right?"

My mother slapped me on the forehead impolitely: "how can there be so many strange people?"

"Well... How can an arrow in my heart be good?" I was really curious. Not only was it good, but also gave birth to our sister and brother smoothly. It can be seen that my mother's body was not seriously injured and dying.

My mother suddenly gave me a mysterious smile.

After my repeated questioning, my mother quietly told me the answer. It turned out that the place where she was hit by the arrow was not her heart, but her shoulder. My father had a bad temper at that time. For fear of being caught back and tortured by him again, my mother secretly pulled the arrow from her shoulder and inserted it into her chest while my father didn't pay attention.

Although the arrow didn't go deep enough, it was enough to deceive my scared father. Coupled with the continuous bleeding of the wound on my shoulder, the blood soon dyed half of my body red. Coupled with my mother's extraordinary acting skills, I finally muddled through.

"It's a good feeling to shoot your own arrow..." when I mentioned that year, my mother had a lingering fear on her face: "fortunately, your father is easy to cheat. I pretended to squeeze out a few tears and deceived him. I really thought I was dying..."

"However, I like your father's point." pink bubbles began to appear around. I quickly woke up my mother, who was addicted to the past. I broke my fingers and said, "Mom, the time is not right."

"You pretended to die in Dongping for four years, but I was born in the summer of Dongping for five years. The time is not right..."

My mother gave me a horizontal look: "if it weren't for you, I would have taken such a big risk and deliberately inserted myself?"

It turned out that my mother was so advanced that she got pregnant before marriage and ran away from my father with the ball. She is really a heroine among women.

Fortunately, the dog blood story finally had a fairly good ending.