The King's Altar

This morning, as Yuan Mingqing wished, Li Wudi smelled the original underwear he put in the day before before taking a bath.

In fact, Yuan Mingqing took a bath every day, and the underwear did not have any strange smell, and it was difficult to detect it without sniffing hard. Li Wudi caught the bottom of his nose and sniffed it and lost it. It was a little different, so he picked up the original underwear again and sniffed it carefully.

Yuan Mingqing looked at him gloatingly, holding back a smile until the corners of his mouth stiffened.

Li Wudi was wrapped in a blanket, squatting by the closet with half of his butt exposed, his face was blank, his eyes showed disbelief, he snorted several times like a dog, and then concentrated on sniffing to identify what it smelled like.The faint scent of cologne and the lingering fragrance of washing powder in the closet mixed with the slight sweat, and the untraceable male body odor drifted vaguely in the bottom of his nose.With an inquisitive spirit, he ran to the bedside and picked up the underwear he left behind last night to make a comparison, sniffing this, sniffing that, and finally came to the conclusion in shock: this is not what he wore!

Then, just woke up like a dream, threw the underwear on Yuan Mingqing's face in a rage, and barked: "What's the matter? You put your underwear in the closet without washing it?!"

Yuan Mingqing's stomach cramped with laughter, and he had a gentlemanly face, "I just want to test your sense of smell."

This reason is not very clever, no matter how much two hundred and five is, he will not be easily fooled. Li Wudi was furious all over his body, and rushed forward to beat him hoarsely: "Are you fucking kidding me? I want you to test my sense of smell? You still use this kind of filth Test something? Crazy?"

Yuan Mingqing dodged sideways, and pulled Li Wudilian's fists and half of his body into his arms with a strong but soft movement, and quibbled with a smile: "I ate all the sticks last night, why do you hate underwear?"

Li Wudi became even more angry, and roared anxiously with a pale face: "You said you will give me a Lotus sports car after eating a stick!"

"Why did you re-open the old account with me?" Yuan Mingqing pretended to be innocent: "Isn't it clear? Why don't you spit out the bill and we will re-calculate?"

Li Wudi blinked shrewdly, and stopped talking. He owed a bill, and he hadn't even recorded the food. Fortunately, Fakemi's bad memory allowed him to take advantage of it. Don't say anything. I can't spit out the bill, even if I can spit it out, I don't want to spit it out.

Yuan Mingqing took the opportunity to beg for mercy: "Take it as my fault, don't be angry, or I borrowed money from you twice? It's an apology."

Li Wudi stretched out a slap, bargaining: "Five times."

Yuan Mingqing said in surprise: "That's too much! How about three times?"

"Four times, no less!" Li Wudi retracted a finger, his eyes were firm and cold.

Yuan Mingqing sighed quietly: "Okay."

Bei Le, who was as delicate as a delicate flower, couldn't fall asleep peacefully after being stimulated at midnight. After tossing and turning for several hours, he fell asleep dimly. Before he fell asleep, he heard humming and shouting from outside the window.

Opening his eyes, he found that it was dawning. Bei Le walked to the window with his stomach full of anger, and saw Jiang Zhaowei practicing nunchakus in the yard.

"Jiang Zhaowei!" Bei Le angrily reprimanded, "What's wrong with you so early in the morning?"

Jiang Zhaowei put away the nunchaku in a hurry, smashed the stick from his head to his shoulders and from his shoulders to his arms, and finally caught it under his armpit. fall.Then, he lifted his bruised and swollen head, looked at Bei Le on the second floor, and said loudly, "Practice martial arts! Defend the country!"

Seeing his pig-headed face, Bei Le swallowed the cursing words, he really had mixed feelings: "Why are you bothering..."

Jiang Zhaowei flicked the pig's head in a chic way, with a heroic manner: "A man should be self-improvement! Don't suffer!"

"Fake it, you bastard! Even if you become Bruce Lee, don't even think about touching me." Belle muttered coldly, closed the window, drew the curtains, fell back and continued to sleep.

At the same time, the window on the other side was opened, and Feng Qu raised a box of things and threw it at Jiang Zhaowei: "Ziqiang your mother X! If you keep disturbing me, I will kill you! Get out!"

After Jiang Zhaowei was threatened by Feng Qu, he kept his mouth shut. He threw a stick in the grass after the rain until the sun was shining, and beat himself half to death.

Although Bei Le closed the doors and windows to catch up on sleep, he could always hear the whirring of the nunchucks, which disturbed his mind. He lay on the bed for more than half an hour, but he really couldn't cultivate the slightest drowsiness. Get up and wash up, and go downstairs in good spirits.

Jiang Zhaowei sat on the steps with his pig's head on his head, concentrating on flipping through a booklet.

Belle poured two glasses of water, walked over and handed him one, coughed lightly and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I found it in the corner of the warehouse." Jiang Zhaowei held up the pamphlet. On the cover was written seven large characters: "Nunchaku Instructions".

Belle was a little impressed, "Oh... I remembered, last year I brought in a few boxes of weapons used in cosplay, and the merchant included a few nunchakus and an instruction manual... What? Is it practical?"

"Of course it's useful, and there's a demonstration picture! Just do it!" Jiang Zhaowei spread out the booklet, and saw that each page had a use posture vividly drawn.

Bai Le sat down beside him, flipped through the booklet, and asked casually, "How many tricks did you learn?"

"Five tricks!" Jiang Zhaowei rubbed his swollen cheeks and hummed, "But there is only one trick that can be used proficiently."

Belle turned to the last page, both annoyed and funny: "Okay, it's amazing to be able to use one trick skillfully!"

Jiang Zhaowei stretched his neck to take a look, grabbed the booklet and looked at it carefully, and cried with a loud "oh".On the last page, there is a row of small characters: The above examples are all common wrong actions, which are very dangerous and must not be used!If you want to learn authentic nunchaku, please call the training hotline xxxxxx!

Bei Le didn't know whether it was gloating or relieved, but he was in a better mood anyway, but he still pretended to be sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, and wiped the blood on Jiang Zhaowei's brow bone with his fingertips, snickering in his heart: at your level, If you practice for a few more days, you will kill yourself!Still want to play Lao Tzu's idea?Dream it!

As soon as Jiang Zhaowei threw away the pamphlet, he burst into tears: "Boss, please comfort me!"

Belle hugged him and patted him, smiling all over his face: "Why are you so stupid?"

Jiang Zhaowei gritted his teeth: "Which unscrupulous businessman did such a wicked thing! Damn it!"

"Okay, okay, we will never buy from that merchant again." Bei Lexin said: Who made you think about raping me all day long?This is retribution!

Jiang Zhaowei nestled into his arms and acted coquettishly: "Baby! Le! Master~~"

Belle said calmly: "Take both of your hands off my butt, or I will crush you to death."

Jiang Zhaowei had no choice but to put his hand on Bei Le's waist, and howled a few times without any rain.

At 08:30, the milk delivery boy delivered the fresh milk to the gate of the yard on time, and Ding Lingling rang the bell.Bei Le stood at the window of the small hall and looked out, and asked, "Who ordered the milk again?"

Feng Qu replied: "Me."

Belle picked up the coffee and took a sip, "Don't you think his milk is not good?"

"They have a new breed, goat's milk, let's try it for a month~" Chen Yuejin happily ran out to get milk.

Holding the coffee cup, Jiang Zhaowei complained without appetite: "Why do you only order it for yourself? I don't want coffee with deep-fried dough sticks, I also want milk!"

"Milk with fritters is not very clever." Belle gave him a look of contempt, dipped the fritters with sweet and sour sauce gracefully, and stuffed them into his mouth.

While talking, Chen Yuejin came in with two bottles of goat milk, "Huh? Why do I think that box left in the yard looks familiar?"

Feng Qu poured Jiang Zhaowei half a bowl of milk in his spare time, without raising his eyelids: "Go over and have a look if you look familiar."

After a while, Chen Yuejin's scream came from the yard: "My God! I'm dead! Isn't this my treasure box? My Ultraman Gacha! My Kakashi figure! My wireless controller! My tank... are you alright? Oh xent! The fox tail is dirty!"

Jiang Zhaowei looked at his back with pity, and asked Feng Qu, "He doesn't even know you made such a big commotion?"

"As soon as he falls asleep, it's as if he's dead." Feng Qu slandered: I can't even wake him up if I kiss him and touch him. What kind of movement is that?

Jiang Zhaowei commented: "You are really bad."

Feng Qu was expressionless: "Isn't it because you are a pig? Dare to talk nonsense? Give me my milk."

Jiang Zhaowei kept his voice down and buried his head in drinking milk.

Chen Yuejin came in with the box in his arms, and rushed towards Feng Qu with tears in his eyes: "Cricket, look, my electric grass mud horse's leg is broken, woo woo woo..."

Feng Qu also threw something away in a moment of anger. Seeing him so sad at this moment, he couldn't help regretting it, and comforted him: "I'll bring you one next time I go to buy."

"But it's expensive..."

"I bought it for you."

"Oh~~" Chen Yuejin shook his tail: "Cricket, you are the best."

Feng Qu smiled and touched his face: "Then don't be sad."

Chen Yuejin was still depressed, "But, who brought my treasure box down?"

"I don't know." Feng Qu shrugged innocently.

"Cricket, is our house also haunted?" Chen Yuejin asked pitifully.

"What the hell are you afraid of without me?" Feng Qu disdainfully.

Chen Yuejin fell on his shoulder like no one else was there: "Cricketer, you are so manly, I like you like this!"

Feng Qu didn't have a good face on him: "Can you die?"

"No." Jiao Didi said.

"Go to hell." Viciously.

"I can't even say it!" Shyly.

Bei Le was cold: Feng Qu, what exactly do you like about a sissy?

Yuan Mingqing was passive and sabotaged his work as usual, and he didn't come to work until the afternoon.Bei Le joked with a serious expression: "Fucking around regardless of day or night is easy to hurt your body, restrain yourself, and don't overindulge in sex."

Feng Qu sneered, and threw out three words like gold: "I don't think so."

"Thank you two old lovers for your concern." Yuan Mingqing smiled sweetly.

Belle smiled on the surface: "I love your mother."

Feng Qu responded affectionately: "I love your sister."

Jiang Zhaowei squeezed a pig's head over: "What girl?"

Yuan Mingqing was taken aback calmly: "Why do you have such a pig-headed face?"

"Accidentally fell, oh, don't mention this. Qingqing, I heard from Yuejin that your sister is very beautiful?" Jiang Zhaowei rubbed his hands together: "Bring everyone in the store to know each other?"

Yuan Mingqing politely declined: "My sister is tall, you are not worthy, don't think about it."

The thin bamboo pole Jiang Zhaowei collapsed, and the strong bear Chen Yuejin smiled vigorously into a flower: "I, I, I! I am tall!"

Yuan Mingqing hadn't commented yet, Feng Qu interrupted and asked, "Chen Yuejin, do you still want an electric mud horse?"

"want!"

"Then shut up."

Chen Yuejin felt wronged: "Why?"

"Do you want?"

"want!"

"Then don't ask why." Feng Qu said coldly.

"Why?" Chen Yuejin was extremely puzzled, and asked coquettishly, twisting his back and waist gracefully, "Why on earth..."

Feng Qu's face became serious: "Do you want it?"

Chen Yuejin really sat beside Feng Qu like a giant mimosa, and shut up quietly.

People in Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties are in Cao Ying, and their hearts are in Han. So what about Slop? The day of Li Wudi's concert is coming soon, and Li Wudi will definitely leave tomorrow. If he comes next time, what should he do if he can't get in?Alas, that kid has been talking about wanting to play the piano today, maybe he will leave today?

Thinking of this, he really couldn't sit still for a moment, the work in hand was not finished, so he stood up and walked out as if nothing had happened.

"Stop!" The old god Bei Le stopped him on the ground: "I haven't got off work yet, where are you going?"

"There are no more cigarettes, go out and buy a pack of cigarettes." Yuan Mingqing answered eloquently.

Feng Qu threw a pack of cigarettes over: "Yes."

Yuan Mingqing paused, and found another excuse: "I'm thirsty, so go out and buy a can of beer."

Jiang Zhaowei opened the refrigerator: "There are all kinds of brands, you can do whatever you want."

Yuan Mingqing persevered: "I'm hungry, go out and buy a hamburger."

Chen Yuejin picked up his mobile phone: "It's just right! Let's order takeaway, I want to eat chicken wings too."

Yuan Mingqing didn't give up, pondered for a while, and suddenly said something surprising: "The sexual desire has come, go out and find someone."

Everyone was speechless: If you are cruel, get out!

After leaving the small foreign building, Yuan Mingqing went straight to the lock shop and got a key for his house.

Back home, he put on a helpless and unlucky look as usual, opened the door and sighed: "Why haven't you left yet..."

No, I didn't see anyone this time.

Standing in front of the empty house in a daze for a while, Yuan Mingqing felt a little at a loss - that guy really had no tutor, and he didn't say hello before leaving. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have bargained with him in the morning.