Martial King’s Retired Life

"Those murals, antiques, don't stay in the hall, it's not good.

Without Guan Er heading to go, he was writing outside. "Do you know what is delicious on earth?

"Well, that's the tube. What is it called? Sweet, not sour, not sour. Xi.

The chef reported me more than thirty dishes in one breath, all of which were rejected by me ---

"The real world is delicious.

The chef looked at me aggressively and asked. A

"What is it?" Novel

"Yes, elbows, elbows." Burn the elbow. You have to be a qualified wizard palace

I explained patiently: "The elbow is the elbow of braised elbow. The son is red.

The chef must master this dish skillfully and accurately, and he must always take the test. Go back and study the spittoon at the feet and ask.

The chef was driven away and found something to stop him. I stomped my feet, didn't you pour the spittoon? "

"Well, I said, what's going on in this spittoon jar?

"Your Majesty, this is a display. No one has used it."

"Fart, why is it so heavy?"

"Here you are, this is the golden spittoon.

Golden spittoon ?! You rotten dog stuff!

I was dizzy, and immediately rebuked.

"Dare to talk back! When I don't know gold? This is obviously a lot of research and pretends. The next thing you lose is the question.

See how you look so wronged. Come, take me to my room and let me take a good look tonight-shaking my head indifferently, adding a sentence:

The man held the golden spittoon and ran to my ‘Fei Fu. I-looking at him

shameful. "

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