Chapter 171： Dean, you moved the wrong person

Chapter 171 Dean, you moved the wrong person

The prince is shrouded in a layer of panic by the first sister at any time, which is well known in the whole court.

The dean is always surrounded by words of panic, which is known to the whole world.

Everyone knows that the dean's hands are weak and his legs are trembling in front of Yan Yan, and his eyebrows are drooping like a little pug.

If his words are not in place, then he is pretending to be a criminal, and he can't wait to announce to the world that he has liberated himself.

This is all caused by being oppressed for too long.

At this moment, Ding Wangshizi knelt on the boiled egg cheekily and admitted his mistake with tears in his eyes: Yes, it is a boiled egg.

Three boiled eggs and three raw eggs were mixed together, kneeling at the feet. If there is a crack in the shell of the egg, it is just a slap. If the egg is broken, all the hair on the body is **** with a rubber band, and then hung up...

is the whole body...

"I'm really not belittling the first sister. I'm famously honest in the courtyard. Do you think I'm a **** like the dean? Every time I take advantage of the absence of sister Yan, the monkey calls me the king. Look at how honest I am." , if it’s the dean, I can’t say where to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail...” Shizi looked aggrieved, and he didn’t dare to move, for fear that the eggshell might crack.

"Why are the eggs changed to quail eggs now? The shell is so thin, who is so perverted and wretched? At first glance, it looks like a black widow who can't be watered by men. Shit, why do women in ancient times be so mean?" Shizi couldn't hold back. Mouth cheap, blah blah blah blah.

Song Laoqi couldn't bear to look directly at him, and covered his face.

"You may not believe it, but your first sister improved it herself. You despise quails, do you still want to kneel down on eggshells?" Lao Qi shook his head, brother, you have meat but not brains.

Shi Zi blinked his eyes, a little desperate.

Back is straight, not daring to move at all, for fear of cracks in the quail eggshell. That's no joke, really.

"It would be great if the dean was here. Every time he dies, he is better than me. It's better if someone is standing in front of the firepower." Shizi is kind, is there really no one to defend him from the firepower?

Far West.

Inside the temple.

The woman in white ate a few worms to get by in disgust, her eyebrows almost knit together.

"The clothes I drew are all ready? Bring them and let me try them on." Seeing the maid approaching, the saint's eyes brightened, and she reached out to grab the clothes on the tray.

The maid had a weird expression on her face, and she seemed to be a little tangled up.

"Saint, you are our role model. You must dress decently, be generous and elegant, and meet believers in a holy capacity. You are like this..."

Although I don’t know what it is, but…

You're really shy, the maid's face turned red.

The saint glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.

"You can be generous and elegant like this. Anyway, you can't tell if you wear it or not." The maid burst into tears.

"Hmph, Superman can still wear clothes outside..." His eyebrows furrowed, which actually made him look a bit like a Northeast mess.

He happily ran back to the hall and put on the big red suit.

If there is a man here, about nosebleeds can come out.

"Ah Choo..." In the distant Dayue, the national teacher suddenly sneezed.

The national teacher smiled softly, and his silver-white hair shone faintly.

"It must be that the saint misses me, and a woman as reserved and shy as she would miss me too? It's worth my effort to save her." The national teacher smiled, a little softer.

He grew up with the Holy Maiden, but the Holy Maiden's icy heart and bones are extremely holy, and she has no love for children in her heart, only righteousness in her heart, and he is willing to wait behind her.

Even if he exchanged thirty years of life for a glimmer of her life, he would be willing.

Remembering that the saint is as cheerful and lively as before, he is satisfied.

The white ankle bell rang softly, and swayed gently with the movement of walking. It's just that for some reason, the saint walks a bit sloppy, just like a man.

"Strange, why do I always feel that something is missing on my body. Where is it missing? The nose, eyes and mouth have grown, breasts, hands and feet, and everything that should be there. Tsk tsk, weird... seems to be missing something , It's very important." As the saint walked, she felt the wind in her crotch, and she always felt that something was missing.

But my mind was muddled, but I still couldn't remember it.

Looking in front of him, the more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Without thinking too much, he arrived outside Xie Jingxiu's room.

Xie Jingxiu didn't like maids. On the first day, the saint asked a beautiful maid to serve her, but Xie Jingxiu shaved her hair and eyebrows and threw her out. She also said: "Get out of my room, dirty my eyes!" Weeping angrily on the spot That girl, no one dared to come after that.

He does everything by himself, as if he wants to protect his daughter-in-law like a jade.

Using a skillful force in his hand, he pushed open the door.

Xie Jingxiu took a bath inside the house.

"Young master, let me show you something nice? I dare say you have never seen such a beautiful... woman like me in your life?" The saint didn't know why, she was a little hesitant to mention the word woman.

Looking in front of him, um, it's a woman!

Xie Jingxiu didn't turn his head back, just sat in the bathtub with his eyes closed to heal his wounds, his exposed chest was covered with scars.

"You, let's forget about your wife. Your wife is not as good as me. If you don't believe me, call her for a comparison. Look at my hardware..." He raised his chest and raised his hips.

Tossed her hair, but didn't want her hair to get tangled up on the decoration at the door, and got entangled by Guan Gong holding a big knife.

The woman's expression froze.

Damn it...

One effort...

Shua Shua Shua Shua...

From the middle, the hair is cut off neatly, and the hair is all over the ground.

The saint's eyes widened in astonishment, with a dazed expression on her face. How does it feel, it’s not right, in the imagination, when the ink hair is flicked and blown by the wind, isn’t it so elegant and immortal, that the ancients would kneel and lick it when they saw it?

Hehe, I'm afraid you watch too much TV. It's kind of a brain-dead drama.

The saint hid her hair behind her back in embarrassment, and walked to Xie Jingxiu's bathtub in twos and twos.

The saint's nose dripped drops of red blood, dripping into the bathtub.

His eyes flicked east and west, and the tip of his nose was sweating. Hey hey, it looks so good.

No, no, no, why does it feel so familiar to me, this thing, why don’t I grow hair?

Damn it!

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