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The second round of the dilapidated house and decoration duo:

Since the east side hall was already in ruins, after a brief cleaning, the two moved to the west side hall of the Sirius Palace to continue fighting.

Mr. Sirius continued to repair the roof, and Mr. Si Ming continued to paint the picture of the sunset over the long river.

But just as Si Ming Xingjun prepared a large tank of ink, he suddenly remembered that his giant Langhao pen had been crushed, so he shouted to the roof: "Ah Chu, my Langhao pen is broken, lend me some." Wolf fur!"

When Mr. Sirius heard this, he stopped his hands and responded, "How much hair do you want?"

Si Ming Xingjun replied: "That, that, not... much, just... a mop amount."

"What? The amount of a mop! You might as well shave me! Don't borrow it!" Hearing the amount, Mr. Sirius felt that the whole wolf was not well, so he directly refused.

Si Ming Xingjun had no choice but to stare at the blank wall in front of him.No way, how to draw without a pen!Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he shouted towards the roof: "Ah Chu, do you have a mop at home?" There is no giant brush, and a mop can be used instead. Although the painting may not be fine, it can use a rough painting style, he thinks.

Roof replied: "No. I have been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and I haven't cleaned the house for hundreds of years. Where can I get a mop?"

The aura in his mind went out, and Si Ming Xingjun continued to think hard about the solution.Suddenly, he had another flash of inspiration.The picture of the sunset over the long river does not have to be expressed in the form of painting, but can be expressed in the form of relief.

Then, Si Ming Xingjun flipped his right hand, and a set of giant carving tools appeared in his hand.

However, this wall bears his first relief work.In the process of carving on the left and chiseling on the right, Siming Xingjun failed to control the strength and the wall collapsed.

Unfortunately, this is again a load bearing wall.

History repeated itself, and the two were buried in the ruins of the West Side Hall.

This time, Mr. Sirius chose not to forgive Mr. Simingxing.

I'm fine with a load bearing wall!

This reminds us, really don't mess with load-bearing walls.