Chapter 860: Sang can't afford, really can't afford

The emperor smiled and smiled, leaning against his face and leaning against the money.
When the money blossomed, he was alert and squinted at the smiling face tiger in front of him.
With a piece of papaya in his mouth, he said unclearly.
"Emperor, you don't think that a dessert can buy me. My money has always been hateful, black and white, I will not easily forgive you!"
"Why, where did you hurt you? You show such hatred for Mao?"
The bitter face of the emperor was very worried at the moment.
"Oh, of course you hurt me! You know that Zhu’s intrigues and tricks, I want to put me to death, you are so heartily throwing me into the prison, and I almost got cut off by Zhu Xixiang. Look, I have been thin with a chicken in these two days. How do you compensate me?"
When Qian Duodu thought of it, he hated to gnash his teeth, picked up his sleeves, and put his arms in front of the emperor.
The emperor looked at the left and looked at it. Looking up, it was a small white hand that was white and tender.
He reached out and squeezed the flesh of the flowering arm, and smirked and joked: "You are also called thin and the chicken is like you? You don't give the 14th brother to the poor, you are all Amitabha, Duo, I feel that you are a small bucket, you should lose weight!"
嗷嗷~ Old and old man, dare to pinch his flesh, dare to take advantage of himself!
What is even more abhorrent is that he actually said that he is a bucket.
Also in front of fourteen, let yourself lose weight!
It can't be tolerated, it can't be tolerated, and you can't bear it!
The money blossomed and looked awkward, and he jumped up with a slamming sigh.
"I said the little chicken, referring to the thin skin of my soul being exploited by you, referring to my spiritual world. I was severely tortured by you. Oh, I didn’t expect you to be a god, you couldn’t hear it. I am so anthropomorphic metaphorical wording~ Hey, genius is lonely after all, no one understands~"
Long Muzhen looked at his emperor and was like a small woman who ate a plain expression.
I couldn't help but smile and coughed, and I inserted a sentence: "Duo said that this king also feels that the emperor's brother is really suffering this time!"
"Look, the eyes of the masses are bright!" Qian Duodu agreed with a nod. "So, you have to compensate me for the physical damages in prison, the spiritual loss of tears, the power of the prisoner." The performance fee, as well as the time when the stomach is screaming, the five internal organs air fee!"
The physical loss is to beat her, the spiritual loss is lonely, and the performance of the performance is justified. However, what is the empty fee of the five internal organs?
The emperor was speechless for a while, and he wanted to have a heart.
"Taro, are you sure you have eaten it? You can completely dismiss all your reasons for appeal!"
Rub, this sinister old man!
Money blossomed in my heart.
Just pulling his head, kneeling on the table, holding chopsticks in one hand, knocking on the pots and pans.
With a slap in the mouth, he began to play rogue and screamed.
"Sang can't afford it, really can't afford it, I cried, crying, crying, crying to the dark, poorly telling you, but you don't care, I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate your heart and blood~ Hey!"
Two perfect and gorgeous statues suddenly appeared in front of the money blossoming.
The emperor and fourteen, completely bunker.