Here Lies The Wicked

Mr. Fook's meditation shop is on the old street.

As soon as Fang entered the nursery, he could see the left thousand families looking at him with comfort.

A happy face for a ghost.

Am I getting handsome?

He reached down and touched his face, thinking it was very likely.

“Brother Zhiqiu. ”

“Brother Left. ”

The two greeted each other.

Zuoqiao: “Brother Zhiqiu, how did you get here early today? ”

Square: “Not yet for it. ”

“Recently clothes bought him cat food, too greedy, eating his stomach indigestion, it has to be pulled seven or eight times a day lately, I pinched my finger, the time to shovel shit should be almost up, so come early to pick up clothes and Xiao Black. ”

Sitting aside, he felt stiff and straightened, as if he were a little black cat with a lucky cat. He looked at Fang with his right finger pointed at it.

What's wrong with me?

Can I lay my gun down when I can't move?

Zuo Qianhousehold stunned: “Gastrointestinal dyspepsia? ”

Even if you're looking for an excuse to flaunt me, you need to find at least a credible excuse.

A kitten curse. You told me about indigestion?

I wondered if Fang had no eyesight, and went on to say a serious nonsense: “Yes, it is gastrointestinal dyspepsia. ”

Left thousand households: "…”

Under the dark face of the left thousand households, he was holding the small hand of the clothes, carrying behind him like a load of relief, easy to follow out the little black, saying goodbye to Mr. Fu and Zhang butcher in the underworld store next door.

However, Fang Zheng walked into the underworld shop and greeted him with two equally comforting faces.

“Am I in the wrong door today? ”

Some fox doubted to exit the underworld store and then stepped into the underworld store. Looking at Mr. Fu and Zhang Butcher, his face was dark and dark. He confirmed his eyes and now he is in the right door.

He wanted to open his mouth and praise Mr. Fook and Mr. Zhang Butcher. At this moment, his face was dark and his mood was gone.

Mr. Fook was busy silently, carrying boxes of folded yellow paper in his hand, while the butcher Zhang continued to drink white wine, eating that seemingly never-ending meat of halogenated pigs.

Originally nervous, looking at the familiar image in front of him, his head nodded with a deep relief.

That's what he remembers, Mr. Fook and Cheung Butcher as normal people.

“Clothes, little black, come say hello to Mr. Fook and Left Thousand Households, we're leaving.” He was speaking to the little black man who was dressed and regained his spirit.

Clothes held Fang Zheng's hand and courteously understood Mr. Chaofu and Zhang Butcher bent down and bowed.

After all, clothes can't speak, they can only express their inner thoughts through body language.

Meow ~ Little Hesser shook out an adorable milk cat scream.

Meow Man's dignity and pride?

Does life matter?

……

Because the clothes were picked up earlier today and it was not dawn yet, it was on a shared bike that the clothes were picked up.

There's one more scene in the dark.

There's not a lot of weight in the basket.

Black squatted on the handlebars, his tail swinging from left to right, his toes high, and his arrogance, such as an arrogant Queen's protégé, his eyes slanted around him, as if the Queen had traveled to visit the territory.

So, Fang Zheng has always felt that Blackie has definitely floated lately.

When Fang was bringing his clothes and a pet came home, he inserted the key into the first time to push the door open. All he saw was clothes and black, two little companions who were tired of each other all day, and ran into the house immediately. The clothes immediately poured out a large pot of cat food for the little black food, one of the two little guys was eating and the other watched quietly, seemingly tired of being together all day without feeling tired.

Watching the little black side bury the fleshcat face in the cat pot, Kabakaba chewed the cat food, as he raised the fleshcat face from time to time and screamed meow at the clothes, wondering how many times the clothes: “Can you understand the swollen cat? ”

The coat picked up the tablet, tapped into it and typed in a few Chinese characters: "There's sand in the cat food, it tastes a little salty.”

I thought about it and typed in another line: "Next time, change the brand cat food. ”

Fang Zheng read this sentence twice before and after, you should add “Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao" at the end, because at first glance, it is Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao said.

There's been an accident.

He just asked casually. I didn't think he could really understand Black's words.

Is that the language of the Undead?

At this time, Xiao Kuo shouted a few times, and the clothes used a tablet to make a small line: “Evian, water, do you buy it here? The people in the video said that drinking water is only Evian, and cat food is a little salty. ”

Evan?

It took Fang Zheng two more times to understand the meaning of clothes language. After all, clothes are not able to receive normal education like other children. Everything depends on early education video self-study.

“Sold, not bought, bought or sold. Buy is the third and sell is the fourth.” Correct the typographical error of the clothes.

When translated into clothes, it probably means that Blackie asks if there are any Evian mineral water sales nearby. Blackie feels that cat food is a little salty. This swollen cat drinks water and rinses her mouth only with Evian mineral water.

After understanding the meaning of the words, Fang Zheng suddenly felt that who is the master of this family? Even my master drinks white boiling water with tap water flushing agent. As a result, a pet cat opens its mouth to Yiyun mineral water and drinks only imported mineral water. The most important thing is, do you really think of yourself as a normal cat?

I feel that I need to set the right values for my clothes.

Fang took out a hundred yuan old man's head, squatted down, looked at the clothes in front of him, and said: “Evian mineral water, a bottle of retail price is more than a dozen yuan, clothes sold a handicraft wooden carving is 100 yuan, we are very poor, we can't even afford ten bottles of water. ”

Fang tried to think about it, then said with a serious look: "Anyway, one word is‘ expensive ’,‘ very expensive ’. ”

Fang said that his tongue was dry and he finally raised the value of “expensive” for a five- or six-year-old.

However, he looked at the two little guys who were squatting together and didn't know what they were playing with. There was always a bad feeling about Fang, and he didn't know if the clothes really understood what he said.

Maybe that's what every parent needs to worry about.

Hmm.

Looks like it's still because of too little work.

Fang is beginning to wonder if more homework should be added, preferably so that the child does not have time to relax and think nonsense?

……

Don't make too much noise in the house until the neighbors rest before returning to their bedrooms.

He started counting all the gains tonight.

Previously on College City, wool to ten symbols,

Then he milked Ko Sook to fourteen characters.

Eight symbols were lit in the middle of the night at the factory.

Thirty-two symbols here.

The next harvest in the underground cemetery, this is the real big one, one, two, three... Fang Zhengxi frowned on the edge, he counted carefully three times, which finally confirmed that the underground cemetery alone has captured a total of sixty-three ordinary characters.

They all made it to the last evacuation in South-East Asia.

Fang Zheng enjoyed the beauty.