Chapter 83 Song Jiang, are you from Africa?

Because Pan Jinlian believed that "Lanlan" was just an explanation of a pot of orchids, the topic about Lanlan did not continue.

Seeing that Pan Jinlian was no longer allowed to ask, Lu Zhishen also relieved. His whole body was as if he had been pumped clean, and he sat on the ground depreely - you said that if Lu Zhishen shouted the slogan "Lanlan", he might really live in this Gangzi.

"Brother, take a break. I'll go and see if there is anyone opposite this Gangzi. Even if we can't pass this Gangzi for a while, it's good to buy some food." After a break, Wu Song stood up and said to Zhou Tian. Because Lu Zhishen not only has a big mouth and a large amount of food, there will always be a broken cook on Sunday and others. This morning, the last steamed bread was buried in the mouth of Lu Zhishen, who had a poor appetite due to illness. If it hadn't been for Lu Zhishen't been sick, I'm afraid that he would have run out of food yesterday. Hey, Lord Zao, let Lu Zhishen get sick. ......

"Wukong, go ahead." Zhou Tian now has a feeling of Journey to the West. Lu Zhishen is a Tang monk. He shaved his head and snored. In addition to eating meat and drinking, he is almost the same. Pan Jinlian belongs to Zhu Bajie and basically does nothing. Of course, this is the privilege of a weak woman, and she is a sand monk. I didn't see it. Isn't it all on her own back to salute? Wu Song was the worst. In addition to being a white dragon horse riding for Lu Zhishen, he also had to take on the heavy responsibility of the eldest brother going out to Huazhai. Zhou Tian now doubts whether he will attract the goblins if he has gathered this lineup. The most curious thing is whether Lu Zhishen's meat has the same effect as Tang Monk's meat...

"What did my brother say?" Wu Song obviously didn't hear Zhou Tian's words clearly and asked.

"Cough, I mean, if you pass by a restaurant or something for a while, don't eat wine. It's a mistake." Wu Song's wine is poor to a certain extent. When he is drunk, he not only beats people, but also beats tigers. If it had been put in modern times, it would have been caught by the garden department.

"Brother, don't worry, I'm Wu Song's awake." After saying that, Wu Song carried two ring knives and went to Okako to help the master Huazhai...

"Big mouth, what's going on with Lan Lan?" After Wu Song left, he leaned against Lu Zhishen on a boring Sunday and asked with a silver smile.

"If you mention this again, don't blame the family for turning against you." The toss with Wu Song just now has exhausted Lu Zhishen's strength. Seeing that Zhou Tian came to ask Lan Lan again, Lu Zhishen had to say something cruel and listen to Zhou Tian.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. As for being so generous." Zhou Tian looked at Lu Zhishen's face and knew that Lan Lan should be Lu Zhishen's reverse scale, and it was better not to touch it.

Zhou Tian muttered, then gave up Lu Zhishen and walked to Pan Jinlian's side. Regardless of Lu Zhishen beside him, the two of them flirted and didn't tell me who Lanlan was. I envy you so much...

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"Why doesn't the second brother come back? Won't he meet a big bug again?" There have been some flirting with Pan Jinlian on Sunday. His mouth is almost bald, and Wu Song hasn't come back yet.

"You can't think of something good... Maybe you really meet a big bug." When it comes to Mr. Wu Song, he can't live without the tiger. Even Pan Jinlian, who is in this era, is the same, just like talking about Wu Dalang can think of cooking cakes.

The two were worried, but they saw a group of people on the hill, who seemed to be led by Wu Song, and the man next to Wu Song couldn't see clearly. It was quite dark. It should be an African friend.

"Brother, look who's here." When he was close, Wu Song pointed to the black man beside him and said excitedly.

"hello, whereareyoufrom." Seeing the black African sniling at himself, we can't be rude. Although our English is not very good, we still have the ability to say a few polite words. As soon as the English is spoken, it must give Wu Song a face, and finally say that Africans's teeth are really white.

"Brother, where is your brother from? I can't understand his dialect at all." The black African was stunned by Sunday's words, and he opened his mouth and asked Wu Song beside him in Chinese.

"You can speak Chinese. There are African students these days." Seeing that the African black man can speak Chinese, Sunday is still very novel. Although I have seen many black people who have spoken on TV, none of them can be as fluent as the one in front of them, and even have a little Shandong Yuncheng accent.

"I heard it clearly this time, but I don't know what your brother means." The African showed doubts on his black face and asked Wu Song beside him.

"I didn't understand either. I didn't let people spread malaria and start talking nonsense." Wu Song was also a little confused by Zhou Tian's words. He pulled Zhou Tian aside and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you today? The big mouth of Lu has infected with malaria. How can you talk nonsense?"

"Nonsense, what nonsense, second brother, you are so powerful that you even know Africans." Sunday replied.

"It seems that my brother really infected Na Lu's mouth. There are no Africans... What are Africans?" Wu Song touched Zhou Tian's forehead and said.

"It's the dark man next to you." Sunday pointed to the Africans not far away and said.

"That's Brother Song Jiang, not an African." Wu Song quickly blocked Zhou Tian's fingers. It was impolite to take his fingers even in the Song Dynasty.

"Is that Song Gongming's brother?!" Zhou Tian turned his head and became careful. Song Jiang, who was suspected to be an African, looked like Kobe, and he didn't look like a Chinese. Being black is a shortcoming. It is as black as Song Jiang, which is the characteristic. If it is put in an African refugee camp, it can't be separated without a red rope.

"What... My brother is Song Jiang and Songya si, right? My little brother was rude just now." After the misunderstanding is figured out, Sunday doesn't care what kind of person Song Jiang is. Let's have a meeting first.

"Brother is Wu Dalang. Erlang has told me about his brother before. Let's talk about the rest later. Let's go to the Zhuangzi of Mr. Kong to rest first." Song Jiang didn't talk much, but he could say the point. Zhou Tian and others worked under this hill for several hours, and they were cold and hungry. It was not the time to talk.

After a few words of greeting with Zhou Tian, Song Jiang went to visit Lu Zhishen again. At this time, Lu Zhishen had been installed in something similar to a stretcher. He was afraid that people would fall out of it, so Lu Zhishen was wrapped up tightly. If the man next to him had not have a knife in his hand, some people would have believed it.

Lu Zhishen, who was manipulated like a pig, saw Song Jiang coming and wanted to get up, but he couldn't get up at all, so he had to lie down and talk to Song Jiang.

I don't know what Song Jiang said to him. Anyway, after a few words, Lu Zhishen burst into tears. It seems that this fool's mouth met his opponent today...

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