Chapter 945: I am dying, why are you still poetry? !

The incense on the grave?
The fragrance of the last wool! I still haven't died yet!
Conan glared at Shu Yunwen, and then thought of the bits and pieces between himself and Xiaolan during this time, and the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch.
Wait... As for the performance of his time, I really want to be discovered by Xiaolan. It seems that it is not far from death!
Conan imagined Xiaolan's transformation into Super Sailan after he beat the little potter. He snorted and immediately whispered to Shu Yunwen for help: "...Hey, hello! Yunwen, Xiaolan, what is she?" When did you find out? Also, do you have any way to save me..."
"When did she find out? How do I know!~ It must be that your kid was accidentally exposed!" Shu Yunwen whispered, his finger poked at Conan, then smiled and said, "...for help... ...Little devil, you didn't think it was 666 when you just reasoned, so you can find a way to do it. If you can't do it, wear a few winter clothes. This is more anti-mite. Maybe you can survive from Xiaolan's hand!~"
Nima! What is more resistant? You just don't help me, right? !
Conan continued to glare at Shu Yunwen, but there was some pleading in his eyes: "...Yongwen classmates, please, you must help me..."
"Hehehe... I can't help you!" Shu Yunwen smiled and then continued, "...saying, Conan, your current situation, I can't help but think of a sentence written by Li Bai, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. poetry……"
"Well?" Conan was unable to look up in love - I am almost dying, you still swear?
Shu Yunwen looked at Conan's face and said with a slight smile: "...the poem is...there was a friend who was like a singer, but now the grave is a stalk of five! It is translated in Japanese..."
Shu Yunwen said this poem in Japanese again, and then looked intoxicated: "...you listen, how good this poem is written! It is really a masterpiece of poetry Li Bai, do you say it?"
"……Uh……"
Conan listened to Shu Yunwen’s words, and his head was covered with black lines.
Mommy! Shu Yunwen, what do you want to roll me thick!
Don't think that I don't know how to speak Chinese, I don't understand what you mean! Will Li Bai write such a vulgar, low-end poem?
This sentence is that your pit goods deliberately come out and laugh at me? !
Conan thought about this, knowing that Shu Yunwen couldn't rely on it, and gnashed his teeth: "...you bastard! If you don't help me, it's still right for me! Bastard! Bastard!"
Hehe? You little dad actually dare to marry me?
Shu Yunwen looked at Conan with interest and smiled, then turned to Xiaolan and put on a very angry expression:
"Xiaolan, your little devil is really rude! I just talked with him well. He suddenly kept yelling at me 'bastards'. It’s really awkward! Trouble you to go back and discipline this little devil. How can you do this for the elders? It’s rude..."
Shu Yunwen spoke and pushed Conan directly to Xiaolan's side. He also pushed Conan to death.
Conan "snapped" and glared at Shu Yunwen. At this time, Xiaolan squatted down, staring at Conan with a pair of eyes, and gnashed his teeth and promised:
"...you can rest assured! Yunwen classmates, I will definitely be docile to him today!"
"Hmm! He is still a child, so you must not spare him, you have to fight!"
Shu Yunwen continued to add fuel to the fire nearby. The photometer inside the "memory egg" seemed to have reached the limit. The light inside the egg darkened and the photos on the wall disappeared.
Then, in the voice of the crowd, the Russian embassy’s clerk, Siru Ouf, picked up the
meal of memories
and handed it directly to the hand of Sakae Natsumi, saying:
Miss Amway, this egg. Please accept it. In my opinion, this 'memory of the egg' is the most precious and greatest legacy of your home, and our Russian government decided to give up its ownership..."
Xiluoufu’s words fell, and Shu Yunwen’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch twice –
What the hell! This brother, Siruoff, can you represent the Russian government alone?
What do you think you are Putin!
Shu Yunwen’s heart spit, and Xiang Han Xiamei smiled and thanked him, then turned his head and looked at Shu Yunwen:
...but the green egg inside is Yunwen’s...

The scent of the scent of the scent of the scent of the scent of the scent of the scent of the scent of the scent of the scent of the scent of the singer of the singer of the singer of the singer, the singer of the singer So let's exchange, can we?"
Shu Yunwen raised the mask in his hand. After the scent of Sakae, he nodded and said:
"...of course! This mask will be handed over to you."
"Haha! That's it!" Shu Yunwen immediately put the mask in his hand into his bag, and the uncle Maori next to him said with surprise:
"...the shape of the mask...isn't it a shaw's mask? We saw it in the Suzuki Museum in Osaka!"
"Yeah!" Xiaolan took Conan's hand and nodded. "...Unfortunately, those masks were stolen by Lubang! In the words, the garden seems to say, Xiaobrou's mask is only 200 sheets, and all of them were collected by the masked face. How come there is one here?"
"This is probably a Xiaobulu's work that is not known and left outside." The art dealer said with a smile, "... However, Yunwen is really too generous! As far as I know, a leaflet The estimate of Xiao Bula's mask is only about one million yen, and Yunwen adults exchange it with the 'memory egg' worth 800 million yen..."
"Oh! Yun Wen, you are a good person!" Uncle Maori said praise, and everyone else "hmm" nodded -
In other words, Shu Yunwen replaced a mask worth one million yen with the "memory egg" worth 800 million yen... This is simply a white delivery, deliberately returning the "memory egg" to the original owner!
This kind of character is really Nice!
Shu Yunwen listened to the praises of a group of people around him and said with a smile: "Where! Where! This mask is also very important to me..."
A group of people chatted happily, and the fast-moving, Lubang, who was hiding in the corner, looked at this scene. It was a look of resentment; especially Lubang, his eyes were filled with grief and anger, and he wished to copy it now. The knife rushed forward to make Shu Yunwen into a meat stuffing -
In other words, the "memory of the egg" is clearly spent on the purchase of 800 million yen from his hand. How did he become his?
This shameless guy is holding something sly, in front of his face, selling his human feelings, accepting the gratitude of his sister, the praise of others, but letting him look at it...
Mommy! Shu Yunwen, this pit goods, do not want to point to Bilian?