Chapter 212: Can't you let me eat well?

Chapter 212: Can't you let me eat well?

I don't know why, after Huangshan Zhenjun heard Song Shuhang's words, his heart was inexplicably moved. Recalling the character of the white predecessor... It seems that it is not impossible to rush into the universe.

"I understand, I will prepare for you what you want." Huangshan Zhenjun assured.

At the end, he reminded him again: "Right, don't let Peas go on the plane with you. It has been calling to learn the car before. If it is on the plane, God knows what will happen! Never give him. Opportunity to contact the plane!"

"Huangshan predecessors, you have to worry about it." Song Shuhang sighed: "The peas are not willing to accompany me and the white predecessors to learn the plane, you will have a hundred hearts."

Before, Peas gave him only a dog's hair to save his life. Even Peas knew that what might happen if he studied the plane with the white predecessors?

"This way? If it is true, then it would be better." Huangshan Zhenjun replied - Is peas really a turning point?

In the impression of Huangshan Zhenjun, Peas are simply fearing that the world is not chaotic, learning the aircraft, it will not be reconciled if it does not mix a leg.

Did you spend some time with the book friends Xiaoyou, the peas were also influenced by the book hang Xiaoyou, no longer provoke the wrong? If this is the case, it would be better.

When he first raised peas, he was very cute and docile to Jingba, not as siberian as Husky. As a result, I don’t know when the peas suddenly became fascinating. What happened in the middle? Huangshan Zhenjun still can't figure it out.

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Just as Huangshan Zhenjun thought about it, there was a pleasant sound outside his Dongfu. It is the sound of the ban of the hole that the same monk came to be a guest, and the function is similar to the doorbell.

Huangshan Zhenjun opened a mirror, and the mirror lit up like a computer screen, showing the picture of the entrance of the Dongfu.

There, a beautiful fairy smiled. It seems that after sensing that Huangshan Zhenjun was watching her, she smiled and waved her hand: "Huangshan predecessor, I am here to play!"

"Hey, it’s lychee, how come you have time today?" Huangshan Zhenjun laughed and opened the ban on the hole.

Litchi fairy smiled very sweetly, and his face was harmless...

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On the other hand, after ending the conversation with Huangshan Zhenjun, Song Shuhang also checked some online tactics such as “How to protect himself when the air crash occurred” and “How to use the parachute”.

Although there are white predecessors flying swords and peas dog hair, but prepared. Opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared!

Then he took a deep breath and tried to keep himself a hearty smile and go downstairs to eat.

Since the last time I went home from the ban on the Wuzhishan Seal Law, I forgot to bring back the emptiness of the emptiness of the door, and the quality of the early, middle and dinner of the Song Shuhang family fell all the way.

Breakfast was brought back from the white predecessor, a few portions of soy milk, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, porridge, pickles...

The pattern is quite a lot.

As for why the white predecessors would like to buy breakfast?

Song Shuhang turned his head to look at the white predecessors.

The white predecessors who are striking the tablet are inductive, look up, cheeks and bulging: "The sudden process..."

There are several boxes of Yangmei around Bai Zun, and it seems that breakfast is brought by the predecessors.

However, the predecessors have not eaten the tired bayberry? Then I have to say that the body of the monk is awesome. If the average person eats so many bayberry, the teeth will not be sour. The white predecessors still eat very cheerful.

Song Shuhang sat down and reached for a white bread. He asked: "Predecessors, did fruit come out for breakfast?"

"In the bathroom, it’s been a long time." The whites replied.

For a long time? It seems that acne is very serious? No wonder I can't help but want to go out for surgery.

"The fruit, remind you, when you wipe your butt, you should wipe it clean, otherwise it will make the hemorrhoids more serious." Song Shuhang casually said.

The long seat will get hemorrhoids, and the **** is not clean. These are all common sense.

"Ah? This will also aggravate hemorrhoids?" There was a small monk scream in the bathroom.

"Yes, so hygiene is very important." Song Shuhang grabbed a fritter, wrapped the white bread with fritters, and then bit it down. This kind of eating, he likes it the most.

Then he opened the TV in the hall and pressed a few channels to see what news.

After changing several channels, when he pressed the channel to the Jiangnan area, the news in the picture attracted his news.

A TV show is being broadcast on the TV.

On the left is a middle-aged man with glasses and a face that I am an expert.

On the right is a beautiful hostess, wearing **** black silk, is conducting a question-and-answer interview with experts.

"Professor Liu, as an authoritative scholar of geology, we have a question to ask you. This problem has plagued many of our residents in the Jiangnan area." The hostess smiled and said: "It is about the day of July 1st. Near the electronic city in the south of the Yangtze River, suddenly there is a huge collapse. What is the matter?"

Song Shuhang bites the mouth of the bread and froze. This female host said that it is the masterpiece of the white predecessor, and the huge collapse of the one that fell.

There is a lot of talk about the big pit.

For example, someone screams out loud: this is definitely not an ordinary depression, because it has never been so neatly pitted, generally round, with the center point spreading to all sides! This is obviously more like a crater than the earth.

But it is impossible to say that it is a crater. Under the broad daylight, no one saw signs of meteorites falling from the sky, and there were no traces of flames burning behind the meteorites.

In short, this matter is a lot of discussion in the Jiangnan area, and there are many different opinions.

"This question, no doubt, is a depression!" Professor Liu firmly said.

Then, when he talked about his money, he began to introduce the composition of the ground trap, what mining of underground ore was too much, too much groundwater extraction, and so on, talking about the smallpox.

The topic is squirming, and unconsciously becomes a lecture on the 'land trapping' science, and then becomes the evil of the capitalist who criticizes the excessive exploitation of underground resources, and then unwittingly becomes how to protect the environment, Everyone has a responsibility.

The professor spoke of the spit, and the audience heard it was inexplicable.

The psychology of the female host at this time is: Grass Nima! Where did you go? Bring back the focus to the old lady, and then summarize it into the second cross!

However, she couldn't take it out of her heart, but she also had to put on a pair of 'the true pair that Professor Liu said, and from time to time, it must be accompanied. The host is sometimes very hard.

"Well, let's fall into the ground." Song Shuhang sighed secretly, not only him, but also the hearts of many residents in the south of the Yangtze River.

Professor Liu won!

At this time, the white predecessor looked up at the TV and smiled: "Hey, isn't this a pit that I accidentally pulled out?"

"No, white predecessors. This is a land trap!" Song Shuhang turned his head and seriously said: "This is the ground trap of the evil capitalists who constantly develop underground resources. As for why the caverns are like craters, Professor Liu is sure Will explain!"

"Oh, that's it." The white predecessor nodded. "That is, I accidentally pulled out the pit and didn't use the "flat earth mantra"?"

"White predecessors!" Song Shuhang gave a thumbs up: "Yes, that's it!"

Then he grabbed the fritters and grabbed the bread and took a bite.

Experts are also very good at times...

He took a bite out of the fritters and bread.

At this time... the bathroom door was open.

The little monk had a serious face, and then he ran to his face in front of Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang looked confused, what did this little guy do?

After the fruit ran to the side of the book, he turned around and picked up the little **** and asked: "Bookman, please show me, my **** wiped clean?"

When Song Shuhang turned his head, he saw the little **** of the fruit and the acne: "..."

The book was suddenly forced!

Also let people not eat well?

Then, when he looked down, he saw the fritters in his hands. The golden ones looked like big strips. Finished, no appetite.

"Bookmaster brother?" Xiaoguoguo turned his head in doubt.

“It’s very clean.” Song Shuhang said with a smile: “Come here, wash your hands and eat.”

"Okay." The little monk pulled on his trousers and rushed back to the bathroom.

Song Shuhang threw the fritters aside and silently picked up the white bread. Without the fritters, the white bread is only slightly sweet, not good.

Soon, the little monk fruit rushed back again: "Book Air Brother, what to eat for breakfast?"

"Soya milk, fritters, bread, porridge, pickles, you choose." Song Shuhang pointed to the table.

"Hey? Just eat these foods? Do we not eat ‘spirit rice balls’ or ‘甘露液’?” The little monk raised his head and looked at Song Shuhang.

Ling rice ball, nectar liquid?

These ones are what the elite disciples enjoy, and where does he get a small mess? Song Shuhang sighed long: "I don't have it here."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the white predecessors.

White predecessor: "Sudden procession..."

Then the white predecessor explained: "Well, Lingmi is the rice that is planted with the technique, which contains the aura. The nectar is also the juice of the aura plant. The monks in the quenching period eat these auras containing aura. Increase the blood in the body and speed up the cultivation. When you are free, I will bring you two acres of land. I have planted it before, and I miss it."

"Thank you for your predecessors!" Song Shuhang laughed.

The young monk seemed to understand Song Shuhang’s embarrassment. He announced the Buddha’s number with his hands together: “It’s okay, the book hangs brother. Even if it’s normal, I don’t want to give up.”

After a pause, he asked again: "Study brother, is this fritter fried with plants? Or is it fried with animal fat?"

Song Shuhang burst into tears: "I don't know."

"Oh, then you can't eat, you can't make a ring." The little monk picked up the bread and learned how Song Shuhang looked silent.

Song Shuhang’s heart, I don’t know how to change it...