Zhaoyang stretched out and pulled the remaining tail of the stockings, and asked: "Qian Haohan, is this mask longer?"

"I think so, but my little sister didn't teach me how to use it ~ but I think there must be a reason why she designed it like this ~"

QIAN Haohan felt his chin very seriously and thought about it seriously for a long time. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration!

He reached out and stuffed all his hair into his socks.

In an instant, a pile of tied long hair, like a black eggplant beaten by frost, stood on the forehead.

Long Yintian suddenly said: "Damn it!"

At the same time, Qian Haohan looked at himself in the mirror and exclaimed, "fuck me! The image of old paper is so amazing! My little sister is smart. When she shows up in this dress, you don't have to do it, and you're sure to scare those shrimps out of their wits. "

Long Yin thunder rolling every day ~ nothing can be said to let this thing called "silk stockings" ruin his reputation!

He could not bear the impulse to slap the vast amount of money and said, "OK, we have to play tricks until we finish our business. It's almost time for us to get ready."

Zhaoyang and longyintian nodded and looked very serious.

At this time, both sides of the street under the restaurant were crowded with pedestrians.

What ordinary people like most is to see the scenes of parading and beheading.

The big guys are carrying vegetable baskets one after another, which are full of rotten eggs, vegetable leaves and carrots.

Just waiting for the van to pass, frantically smashing things on the prisoners.

Whether it's a man or a demon, a hair or a dog in the car, it's like a prisoner bullying his mother and gnashing his teeth.

That excited look, as if to open a new vegetable carnival.

Everyone shouts, when it's time to do it, kill people, reward them, smash one and get one free!

But today, these people are very different from before.

Instead of carrying a vegetable basket in his hand, he looked heavy.

Even a few girls, dressed in white, knelt down on the street early in the morning, weeping with their heads down.

They are not others, but all the staff of fenghuangyufei, who give their money the last way.

Soon, from the other side of the street, dozens of carefully selected, first-class guards, armed with swords around their waists, made their way in the front.

And behind them, followed by Prime Minister Zhu on a black horse, and the commander of the infantry, as well as a beheading officer.

Qian Haohan sat at the window, looking at their arrogant look, secretly scolded: "how did the old animal / student come, I didn't listen, this time he is responsible for escorting?"

Long Yintian is rubbing his sword in his hand. He is not surprised to see Prime Minister Zhu's old face at this time.

"This old fox, on the one hand, needs to see duo'er's head fall to the ground, so that he can rest assured. On the other hand, it is to prevent us from going back to the Dharma hall. You see, Jiang is still very hot. In order to kill duo'er, he even asked Guangfeng, who is next to the queen, to escort him to the prison car."

Qian Haohan and Zhaoyang looked down, and sure enough, Guangfeng seemed to have beaten the blood of a chicken, and with 200 points of spirit, he kept close to the prison car.

Long Yin is naive and distressed. Without long Yutian, he was already weak. Unexpectedly, he met one of the best experts in the palace. It must be a tough battle.

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