Because Pan Jinlian believed that "Lanlan" was just an explanation for a pot of orchids, the topic of Lanlan did not continue.

Seeing that Pan Jinlian was no longer allowed to ask, Lu Zhishen also felt relieved, and his whole body was as if he had been drained, sitting dejectedly on the ground - you said that if Lu Zhishen shouted the slogan "Lanlan", he might be able to live like this.

"Brother, you have a break. I'll go see if there is someone opposite this hill. Even if we can't live this hill for a while, it's okay to buy some food." After a while, Wu Song stood up and said to Zhou Tian. Since Lu Zhishen not only has a big mouth but also has a large appetite, Zhou Tian and others will always have no food along the way. This morning, the last steamed bun was buried in the mouth of Lu Zhishen, who had a poor appetite due to illness. If Lu Zhishen hadn't been sick, he would have been afraid that the food would have been out of stock yesterday. Alas, the Kitchen God, let Lu Zhishen get sick...

"Wukong, go." Zhou Tian now has a feeling of "Journey to the West". Lu Zhishen is Tang Monk. He shaves his head and loves Dulu. It is almost the same as eating meat and drinking. Pan Jinlian belongs to Zhu Bajie and basically does nothing. Of course, this is the privilege of a weak woman, and he is Sha Seng. He didn't see it. Isn't he always carries the salutes himself? Wu Song is the most miserable. In addition to being a white dragon horse for Lu Zhishen to ride, he also has to take on the important task of the eldest brother going out to make a feast. Zhou Tian now doubts that if he has gathered this lineup, will he attract the fairy. What is most curious is whether Lu Zhishen's meat has the same effect as Tang Monk's meat...

"What did your brother say?" Wu Song obviously didn't hear Zhou Tian clearly and asked.

"Ahem, I mean, if you pass by a restaurant or something, don't eat alcohol, or drinking will make things happen." Wu Song's wine was so bad that he was drunk that he not only beat people, but also tigers. If this were to modern times, the garden department would have caught him.

"Brother, don't worry, I, Wu Song, wake up." After saying that, Wu Song carried two swords and went to Gangzi to help the master make a vegetarian meal...

"Big Mouth, what's going on with Lanlan?" After Wu Song left, Zhou Tian, ​​who was a little bored, leaned against Lu Zhishen and asked with a lewd smile.

"If you mention this matter again, don't blame the Sa family for turning against you." The trouble with Wu Song just now had exhausted Lu Zhishen's strength. Seeing that Zhou Tian came to ask Lan Lan again, Lu Zhishen had to speak harshly to Zhou Tian.

"If you don't say it, don't say it, as for being so arrogant." Zhou Tian looked at Lu Zhishen's face and knew that Lan Lan should be Lu Zhishen's reverse scale, so it would be better not to touch it.

Zhou Tian muttered, then abandoned Lu Zhishen and walked to Pan Jinlian. He ignored Lu Zhishen on the side. The two of them started to flirt with each other and didn't tell me who Lanlan was. I envy you so much...

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"Why haven't the second brother come back yet? Could it be that he will meet a big insect again?" Zhou Tian and Pan Jinlian had been flirting with each other for some time, and his mouth was almost bald, and Wu Song has not come back yet.

"You can't think of something good... Maybe you will really meet a big insect." When it comes to Mr. Wu Song, you can't live without tigers, even Pan Jinlian, who is in this era, is the same, just like when talking about Wu Dalang, you can think of cooking cakes.

The two of them were worried, but they saw a group of people coming down from the hill. The leader seemed to be Wu Song, and the person next to Wu Song couldn't see clearly. He was quite dark, so he should be an African friend.

"Brother, look who is here." When he got closer, Wu Song pointed to the black man beside him and said excitedly.

"hello, whereareyoufrom." Seeing the black African man grinning at himself, we can't be rude, right? Although our English is not very good, we still have the ability to say a few polite words. Once this English is spoken, we will definitely give Wu Song a face and finally say - Africans are so white.

"Brother, where is your brother from? Why can't I understand his dialect at all?" The black African man was stunned when he heard Zhou Tian's speech, and even opened his mouth to ask Wu Song in Chinese.

"You can speak Chinese. Nowadays, there are African students." Zhou Tian was still very novel when he saw that African black people could speak Chinese. Although he had seen many black people who spoke on TV, none of them could speak as fluently as the one in front of him. He even had a Shandong Yuncheng accent in his speech.

"I have heard clearly this time, and I don't know what your brother means." The African man looked confused on his black face and asked Wu Song again.

"I didn't understand. Could it be that people would be infected with malaria and started talking nonsense." Wu Song was confused by Zhou Tian's few words, so he pulled Zhou Tian aside and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you today? Na Lu's big mouth has infected malaria, why did he talk nonsense?"

"Nonsense, what nonsense, you are really powerful, you even know Africans." Zhou Tian replied.

"It seems that my brother has really been infected by Lu's mouth. How can there be any Africans... What are Africans?" Wu Song touched Zhou Tian's forehead and said.

"It's the very black person next to you." Zhou Tian said, pointing to the African man not far away.

"That's Brother Song Jiang, not an African." Wu Song quickly blocked Zhou Tian's finger and pointed it at him. Even in the Song Dynasty, it was impolite.

"That person is Brother Song Gongming?!" Zhou Tian turned his head and became thin and large in size. Song Jiang, who was suspected to be an African, looked like Kobe, but he didn't look like a Chinese. Blackness is a disadvantage. She looks so black like Song Jiang, which is the characteristic. If she was placed in an African refugee camp, she would not be able to tell it out without a red rope tied.

"What... Brother is Song Jiang, Song Ai Shi, I'm just rude." After I figured out the misunderstanding, Zhou Tian didn't care who Song Jiang was. Let's have a visit first.

"Brother is Wu Dalang. Erlang has already told me about his brother's affairs before. Let's talk about the rest in the future. Let's go to the old lady Confucius's village to rest." Song Jiang didn't say much, but he could tell the idea. Zhou Tian and others had been doing it under the gang for several hours. They were frozen and hungry, and it was not the time to speak.

After a few greetings with Zhou Tian, ​​Song Jiang went to visit Lu Zhishen again. At this time, Lu Zhishen was already loaded into something similar to a stretcher, afraid that people would fall out of it, so Lu Zhishen was wrapped up tightly. If the man next to him had not held a knife in his hand, someone would believe him if he wanted to kill pigs.

Lu Zhishen, who was treated like a pig, saw Song Jiang coming and wanted to get up, but he couldn't get up at all, so he had to lie down and talk to Song Jiang.

I don’t know what Song Jiang said to him, but after a few words, Lu Zhishen was so bitter that he burst into tears. It seems that this fooling Lu Dazui met his opponent today...

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