Chapter 853: Hey, what does the master think?

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Xiao Ba is laughing crazy, and the value of the big boss’s evil thought has dropped by 6 points! There is no surprise without comparison. After seeing the beginning of the Mengda boss, the big bosses of these two days are just like the wrong medicine! Tai Nima is awesome!
Ah hahahaha...
Meng Ziyi took the little painting spirit and walked on the street. It was the first time I saw such a lively place. The little painting spirit looked at it for a while and looked at it. When I saw the fun, I would describe it to Meng Ziyi. , what kind of windmill, lantern, what sugar people candied fruit gourd.
"Master, the sugar man is really good-looking, and the little rabbit is a bird, it’s alive and well, and it looks like it’s delicious. We also do a good job?

After seeing the sugar man, Nanxun took Meng Ziyi away, and the heel was nailed in the same place. Although it was separated by a veil, it could not stop the straight eye.
The old man who blows sugar is very kindly smiling. "Can a little girl come to one?"
"If you want to, be a sugar man like me, and then make a sugar man like him." Nanxun pointed to himself and then pointed to the man around him.
For Xiao Ruling's expert opinion, Meng Ziyi just shook his head helplessly and took a few pieces of copper coins on the table.
Not long after, the two little sugar people did it, and Nanxun took two in one hand, because the other hand could not bear the withdrawal from Meng Ziyi's palm.
"Master, you said that if I eat, would I have a diarrhea?" Nan Yan stared at the little Mengda boss sugar man in his hand, how to see how he liked it.
This old man’s hand is too clever, and he is doing a lively, not to mention the veil of her little sugary man, even the enchanting knife that Meng Ziyi holds in his hand, and the meteor and evil sword on his back. However, although it is not very detailed, the approximate shape is there.
"Don't mess around." Meng Ziyi said, the hand holding the scorpion knife lifted up and vacated two fingers. "The sugar man gave me."
Nanxun handed it to him with some reluctance, and regretted the tunnel: "I want to eat the little sugar man of the master." Unfortunately, she was a painter, and the only thing she could eat was ink.
When Meng Ziyi heard this, she pulled her big palm and couldn’t help but tighten it. The thin lips also moved slightly.
Nothing is delicious, too sweet.

Nanxun smiled and said: "But this sugar man is the master's appearance. When I think of the coldness of the master's weekdays, this sweetness is just a lot of neutrality. The entrance is sure to be moderately sweet and very delicious."
"Master, if you eat the sugar people, my little sugar people will also give you food. You two have eaten together."
Meng Ziyi’s thin lips were tight, and it took a long time to faintly say:
I don’t like eating.

"But the master, I bought it, do you want to throw it away, or look at the sugar man? It wastes."
After Meng Zheyi was deadlocked for a while, he sent the two villains into his mouth and swallowed it after a few chews.
Nanxun watched him cheeky and licked the sugary man, laughing and screaming. "Master, your expression is not like eating sugar but eating bitter gourd."
Meng Ziyi's eyebrows condensed a hint of helplessness and connivance. "The next time I don't want you to give you money to buy these unwanted things."
"No, no, master, I want to buy a lot of things, the lantern, the little bronze mirror, and..."
Meng Ziyi took her away directly. "Are you a child? How do you want to buy anything?"
"Master, I haven't put up human figures for a long time. According to the days, isn't it a child? Master, you will raise my child in the future. I can raise it in addition to the rare things."
"This is also called good?" The man's voice contained a hint of light smile.

I can help the master save three meals a day, and I can help the master save the bed.

"...hey, men and women are different, next time I don't... climb my bed."
"Hey, what does the master think? I mean, when I go to bed, I can fly back to the painting. Does this save the master a bed?"
"..." Chrysanthemum meeting this day, Jinxiang City can be described as lively, each home is filled with chrysanthemum potted plants, especially Jinju. And these are just small decorations, the real location - the southwestern manor of Jinxiangcheng, the manor is surrounded by golden chrysanthemums, far away, gold
A piece of scent, the scent of the nose is tangy, and it really should be the phrase "light muscles and weak bones scattered, and the golden core is overflowing with the clouds", the beauty is fascinating. Because the flow of people is too large, the manor used to run the Chrysanthemum Conference is not accessible to everyone. Those who can come here have already received the invitation in advance, and the invitations are issued by the families of Jinxiangcheng, first of all local. a famous family, a talented person, and a family
The wealthy businessmen, then the celebrities who come from outside the country, the last part of the invitation to sell directly, one or two silver, one invitation can only occupy one admission quota.
Nanxun thinks that the people who run the chrysanthemum meeting have business savvy. These five silvers are enough for the ordinary people to spend a year, and this chrysanthemum assembly has to send hundreds or even thousands of copies, which is not a profit. What?
"Master, or I am hiding in the painting, you secretly take me in, I will come out when nobody pays attention."
"Why?"
"I want to save the master a little money. Five silver is too expensive."
"It doesn't matter, it's not bad for this."
Nanhao is heartbroken. The big boss painting style has changed. In the past, it was more economical. Now it is a defeated family! But anyway, the big boss earns money, he doesn't care, she doesn't care. The two spent ten or two silver to buy two invitations. When buying the invitation, the big manager responsible for buying and selling the post also used a "you are lucky" eye to aim at Meng Ziyi, saying: "The last few invitations. You can't buy it later, if you don't see the son, you are handsome, my last few
The post must definitely mention a price increase.

When he walked away, Nanzhao took Meng Ziyi’s sleeves and smiled. He laughed and said:
This is also a world of looks, master, or do you want to go to the chrysanthemum election? I think it’s your appearance. Only after learning, I can definitely win the top spot!"
Meng Ziyi said faintly: "Is this true? Then I will try it, maybe I can really get the top spot, and then I will be with the chrysanthemum fairy."
When Nanxun heard this, he quickly changed his mouth. "I am not allowed to be allowed! I am joking. How can the masters who are so deeply hidden can participate in this vulgar and boring chrysanthemum election? Let's take a look at the excitement." ""
Said, she took the initiative to hold the master's hand, "Master, come, I will take you inside."
Meng Ziyi had a smile on his lips. He allowed his little hand to pull his hand, as if he had become accustomed to such a close relationship with each other, and his other hand was holding a knives.
Since the painting spirit attached to the scabbard was gone, the treatment of the scorpion knives returned to the former - used as a cane.
The little gossip, from time to time, had to poke a poke of the knives in the mud, and it was awkward. What is differential treatment? This is what it is!