Chapter 112

"Uncle, you are not selling honey. You are a peddler. You are a peddler. You specialize in abducting young girls in flower season." Ling Sheng is afraid to embrace the arm, but also the essence of the opera.

Jun Shiyan chuckled: "I'm a human trafficker. Do you want to go with me?"

Ling Sheng is very serious: "because I think you are a good man."

Jun Shiyan's voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself: "well, only to the people who are good."

Ling Sheng but clearly heard his words, heart suddenly accelerated, small face quickly infected with suspicious red.

Ling Sheng ran away with Jun Shiyan.

The rest of the hapless, finally moved, waiting, walking in the past, it is estimated that it is easier than waiting for the bus to come.

Cheng also hemmed and hawed, more annoyed than Tang Seng. He kept talking about his donkey and questioned the program group about his donkey. He had to ask the program group to return his donkey.

After walking for half an hour.

Across the road came a car, a van.

A few people were overjoyed. When they saw it was the crew's car, they were disappointed and sighed loudly. How could they be so unlucky!

People from the props group came down from the car and led a donkey down directly.

Mo Ning was also annoyed by Cheng, so he asked the people of the props group to go to the villagers' house to see whether to buy or rent a donkey to him, and stop his mouth.

When Cheng also saw the donkey, his excited eyes rushed up in the green light: "xiaoheihei, my Xiaohei, you finally come back, I knew you were kidnapped by them."

But.

This is not right!

This is clearly a donkey!

It looks like it's just weaned before it reaches his chest.

"Where's my little black? This is not my little black! " Cheng is also a smart man. He immediately reacts and is given routine by the program group.

Give him such a small donkey, not as big as him, riding him feel is a crime, bullying donkey son!

"Shangxian, I'm sorry. When we arrive, it's the only one left." The director of the props group is also a dramatist, touching the donkey's head with tears in his eyes: "his mother, your little black black, before he died, gave it to you, and I hope you can raise it into a donkey as you treat your own son."

Said that, the props group of people follow the bow to wipe tears.

Cheng also looks at the little donkey and wants to cry without tears.

If it is true, the ginger is still old and spicy.

He said how easy it was to give him the donkey!

Cheng Ye's donkey came back. Xiao Hei's son, he named Xiao Huihui. He took the donkey and walked with us.

The elder brothers and sisters looked at the younger brother's face unrivalled and led the donkey, and they laughed heartily.

The program group is also too chicken thief, really got a donkey, the younger brother to the routine.

The donkey is thin and small. Don't mention riding it. It's almost like riding you.

The guests went ahead.

Mo Ning and Lin CI both drove behind, and always said it was not far away.

When the sun was setting in the west, Monin comforted them that they had gone more than half of the way, and asked them to continue to refuel.

At this time, behind came a farm electric tricycle, driving a gray haired grandfather.

Several people stopped the car and got on the car in a hurry.

"Boy, you can come up, but your little donkey can't come up. The cart is too small to hold." The grandfather looked at him: "you give the donkey to them, you come up by yourself."

Cheng also cried with a face: "Mo Dao, your little donkey."

Monin seriously corrected: "no, it's your little donkey!"

The sun is setting.

Cheng ye, a heartbroken man, leads his little donkey forward step by step, miserable and desolate.

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