God Of Slaughter

Fifty-fifth chapter weirdo

The garden in front of the living room.

A few stone family's children, the fart and the bottom of the poem behind the left poem, smile and flattering, each rushed to speak, want to show themselves in front of the left poem.

Among these Shijia Erlang, some are descendants of the family, but there are also the stone family of Shi Tianxiao and Shi Tianluo.

In the flowers, Zuo Shi was somewhat absent-minded, but his footsteps were gentle, but he did not stop. She held a small kettle, some boring swaying, careless, like the elves in the flowers.

Shiyan came out of the living room, sinking for a moment, then went straight to the flowers, strode to the left poem, and said: "Show me the turtle shell."

"You kid, now know to come to please the little poem, where did you go?" Shi Tianxiao dissatisfied.

"The grandfather asked me for something." Shi Yan explained the sentence casually, faintly said: "I just agreed to the left grandfather, I came to help look at it, and your purpose is not the same."

"...Our purpose, what purpose do we have?" Shi Tianxiao was guilty, and suddenly his nose screamed and shouted: "Shi Yan, what is the taste of your guy?"

A sour taste gradually spread from the body of Shiyan.

At the beginning, several people here didn't care. I told Shi Tianxiao that the Shijia Erlang, who only looked at the left poems, suddenly discovered that they all stalked their noses and smashed the stone.

Unexpectedly, the only woman on the court, the left poem who is the focus of everyone, did not even avoid it. She still stood there with a small kettle, and did not seem to mind the sour taste from Shiyan.

Zuo Shi was staring at Shiyan with surprise, and she was curious in her heart.

In the past, she came to see her young people, each of whom was dressed in a well-dressed manner, and even sprinkled some flowers on her body, like Shi Tianxiao and Shi Tianluo. Before they came here, they all bathed in the flowers, for fear. There will be a strange smell in the body.

But this person is in front of him. On the contrary, the warrior he wears is crumpled and full of dust. It has obviously not been cleaned for a long time, and there is actually a odor that has just been cultivated.

This guy, obviously didn't take me for a while!

The left poem stunned, and the heart immediately reached such a conclusion, which made her interested in Shiyan.

Seeing that many people have avoided, only the left poem still stays in place, Shi Yan’s heart nodded secretly, faintly said: “What about the turtle shell?”

"In the living room, I will go and get it right away." The sound of Zuo Shi's sweet voice fell, and she moved up the straight legs, and after a few swaying, she disappeared.

This **** is extremely fast, like lightning, even Shiyan, just seeing a shadow flashing, failed to bring her traces to the bottom of my eyes.

Shi Tianxiao and others are all awkward.

It was not until this time that they realized that the left poems were not only beautiful, but they were still a level higher than them.

The left poem goes fast, and the return is fast.

Only five or six seconds, when the surprise on the face of Shi Tianxiao and others has not faded, she went back.

Zuo Shi single-handedly twisted a turtle-sized turtle shell, and the squatting appeared in front of the stone rock, handing the turtle shell, said: "Give."

Shiyan nodded and reached for the turtle shell. He suddenly felt a gravity sinking. He was awkward and only a little worse. He was dragged by the weight on the shell.

When the body was suddenly violent, Shi Yan reluctantly stabilized his body and sipped: "It's heavy!"

When I spoke, Shi Yan looked at the left poem with some dissatisfaction. Does it mean that you are deliberately making me ugly?

However, after a closer look, he found that the left poem was clear and clear, and there was no such thing as a sly expression.

"Well, this turtle shell doesn't know what material it is made of, just like this one, there are actually seven or eight hundred pounds." Zuo Shi seems to have no idea that Shi Yan has secretly licked her in her heart, and stunned. Look at the broken hair in your ear and say to yourself: "When I just got this turtle shell, I was shocked."

"Seven hundred and eight hundred pounds!" Shi Tianxiao licked his temple and felt that some of his scalp was numb.

Zuo Shi’s hand has just twisted seven or eight hundred kilograms of heavy objects. It is like nothing, and the speed is fast and lightning. This makes him more deeply aware of the gap between himself and the left poem, and he feels a sense of weakness in his heart.

And Shi Yan, after a meal, can firmly grasp the heavy objects of seven or eight hundred pounds, and let him open his eyes and immediately realize the statement before Zuo Shi, it is not without aim.

"Shi Yan, you, you guy..."

Although Shi Tianxiao’s talent is not good, but his brain is not bad, he is ready to point out the strangeness of Shi Yan’s body, but suddenly realizes that the secret of Shi Yan is definitely guarded by Shi Jian, so his last sentence stops halfway. It is.

Shi Yan looked indifferent, did not take care of Shi Tianxiao, just glanced at the turtle shell and took a look, then nodded to Zuo Shi, said: "This is the oldest kind of text, I need some information to be able to decipher You go to my room with me."

Then, Shiyan screwed the turtle shell and went straight to his own room.

"Yeah." Zuo Shi nodded and did not hurry to follow up.

"Big brother, that, do we want to go with it?" Shi Tianluo looked strange. After Shiyan and Zuo Shi left, he quietly asked.

"Cough, go and see." Shi Tianxiao was so patiently curious, his eyes slammed into the living room, and no one came out, and he walked toward Shiyan's room.

......

Shiyan lives in a three-story stone building.

There are a lot of messy things on the bottom floor, the second floor is the rest room, and the third floor is a huge bookcase. In those bookcases, there are various ancient texts and various ancient monuments.

After bringing the left poem to his room, I saw Shi Tianxiao and the group walked over. Shi Yan snorted directly at the door: "I need to be quiet, you should not come in!"

Then, Shiyan directly closed the door, and left the poem in the house: "Let's go, let's go upstairs."

Zuo Shishun nodded and followed him to the second floor.

"Well, you take the turtle shell and go to the third floor to sit down first. I have to take a bath on the second floor, change clothes, and come up later." Shi Yan re-delivered the turtle shell to Zuo Shi, and pointed at the road. The stairs on the third floor, said: "Go up from there."

"How do you think of taking a bath now?" Zuo Shi wrinkled his nose and gave him a white look.

"I don't feel well about myself. I don't want to worry about your feelings. Little girl doesn't make a lot of emotions."

"You are so passionate!"

"Don't waste time, go to the third floor, I have to take off my clothes."

Shi Yan did not evade, and then finished speaking, he took off his military service, and slammed it on the hanger on one side, wearing a pair of shorts, naked and half-length, lazily slanting left poem, " You still don't leave?"

During this time, he has been suffering, and after his clothes are taken off, his delicate body is immediately revealed. Every muscle is well-balanced, without a trace of excess meat, as if it was poured with molten iron and steel, full of male uniqueness. Masculine charm.

Seeing him say off, there is no jealousy. The left poem is obviously a little scared. In my heart, she sneaked a stone rock. She blushes and hurriedly carries the turtle shell on the third floor.

This guy's body, still... OK, when the captain, Zuo Shi secretly evaluated in his heart.

The third floor has two hundred square meters.

In such a large room, in addition to a bookcase, there are some quirky jars, earthen jars, and various ancient wine glasses...

After the left poem came up, he took an ancient book from the bookcase next to it and flipped a few pages. She found that even the above text did not know.

Shaking his head, Zuo Shi secretly said: It’s a weirdo!

The interest in Zuo Shi is also very broad.

She has been fascinated by planting, tea, astrology, medicine, and refining for a while, but she is too lazy to never let an interest bind her other interests. Generally, she will only study for a while, then I will be fascinated by something else.

Most of the ancient texts on the third floor are related to history and the living habits of the ancients.

In this respect, Zuo Shi was not interested. She occasionally turned to an ancient text that she could understand. After a few glances, she felt uninterested. She even knew that Shiyan’s temper was strange.

The habits of the ancients, what do you care about? What does it have to do with you? Is it useful to you?

Zuo Shi's poem grinned and felt that Shi Yan was even more than her.