On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

The three of them returned to Baili Street. This street hung by big red lanterns is like a modern Internet celebrity street. The alley was filled with mischievous laughter.

Among them, there is no lack of fighting chess and poetry competition.There are even more topical couplets and throwing bouquets.

Just entering Baili Street, a square building rises from the ground, with small stone lions on the corner of the eaves, a graceful woman hides behind the gauze curtain, her voice is like a lark, the flower hairpin has a shadow, her dance clothes flutter, and there are several beautiful maids around Carrying flower baskets in hand, arrange them neatly, and with the sound of salute, two red couplets fall down, and the ink brush outlines dragons, flying phoenixes and dancing, and the eight characters where the eyes fall are bright.

"Eighteen girls"

"Waiting for my lord"

Henglian: "Whoever gets the bouquet gets it."

Ding Zhiwei stopped spinelessly and swallowed.

When the young man saw this, he was puzzled: "Is Master thirsty?"

The hero is silent.

Ding Zhiwei shook his head, calmly said: "It seems to be getting cold."

As a result, no one cared about him, and now even the boy stopped talking.

The voice of the mysterious woman above the head came again, and it was really clear and pleasant: "Looking for a gentleman, who is capable of providing me with food, drink and entertainment, no three wives and four concubines, playing with the world of mortals, the handsome one is preferred."

'Could this be Lao Tzu's marriage? Ding Zhiwei crowded downstairs to wait and see excitedly.I thought, wouldn't it be the male protagonist's harem again?

That being the case, it is better to let fate decide.

"Chi'er, let's go." No matter how much you say, it's nonsense. Ding Zhiwei focused on looking at the beautiful woman, and even forgot that he was in front of a big boss. He put his hand on the shoulder of the male lead, and half led him forward.

The male protagonist seemed very reluctant, but he didn't say a word of objection. Ding Zhiwei nodded with great satisfaction, "you can teach a child, and a child can be taught."

Walking on the road, Ding Zhiwei's "corruption and stench" in modern times was immediately exposed, and the male lead was all behind him and asked three questions: "Walk around, you don't want to see what beautiful women look like?" Sample?"

"Wait for me, I want to be with you too!" The young man rushed through the crowd and tried his best to keep up.

The male protagonist pursed his lips tightly, obviously resisting and not wanting to.There are some faint memories on his face, which are fleeting, and it is rare to open his heart, but the softness has been barren, as if he can't get it, and he will never get it.But the words of the person in front of him gradually poured into his heart like a warm current. It was a sense of familiarity. He knew exactly who he found it from, and he also knew the master. Maybe he would see him again. Not anymore.

'Luo Jichen sometimes speaks like Ding Zhiwei. '

This was what Juemin immediately thought of, and it was also the first time that Ding Zhiwei's face appeared in Juemin's mind.

As if yesterday, he and Ding Zhiwei were drinking at the bar. The bartender said there was an event, and if you buy twenty glasses of new cocktails, you can get a free lucky draw. The ultimate reward is to personally reveal the mystery of the masked girl sitting in the bar. She has a slim and hot figure, but wears a mask all day long.No one has not imagined, even Ding Zhiwei is self-proclaimed as an ordinary person, and is gearing up for the chance to see one side.Ding Zhiwei also pulled him excitedly like this and said, "Let's go, don't you want to see what that beauty looks like? What if she has a pretty face and turns out to have buck teeth? Come with me, no." It’s okay for the brothers to pay for the drinks.” Ding Zhiwei’s focus is sometimes very strange and different from ordinary people, but Juemin also knows that it is impossible for Ding Zhiwei to focus on the adjective “beauty” in his life. leave on.