The good monk repaired Gao Sisi’s stone stick and knocked him unconscious, which made her almost cry.
On the contrary, Guo Yi looked at the good monk with a smile and said, "Is that tea delicious, Master?"
"Tea is naturally good tea …" The good monk said in half that he directly fell down on the desktop.
Sisi stick didn’t knock him unconscious, but the tea in the cup poisoned him.
Guo Yi laughed. "Green cow that bastard didn’t brag this time. Natural enemies are domineering and poisonous tea. Indeed, even the immortals can put down this refined poison, but there are two brushes."
When Bai Xier, the old pauper and Ji Youran came in, Guo Yi had tied up the good monk with a red dragon tendon and threw it to Sisi, "Take this old guy to the woodshed."
"The old bald donkey is too high to be tied with a rope."
The old pauper was quite shocked that Guo Yi had tied up all the good monks and threatened to give him a woodshed.
If this matter goes out, it will definitely scare a large number of big shots.
"The rope that binds him is the dragon tendon, and he can’t escape even if he reaches the realm of the great emperor."
Yes, the monk who tied the good monk is the red dragon and the dragon tendon. Guo Yi got the red dragon bearing and the dragon legacy.
The good monk has been given into the woodshed by Sisi.
And Guo Yi at this time is a sigh that he is holding a colorful envelope from the good monk’s arms and then he is silent after seeing this letter.
Guo Yi didn’t expect the good monk to bring her a letter!
He pondered whether to type the letter.
Chapter 567 Liu Yan ran love Guo less wounds.
Colored paper, fragrant letters!
An envelope is so heavy that it is heavier than the sweat in Guo Yi’s hands.
Although the envelope doesn’t have the writer’s name, Guo Yi knew who wrote the letter after seeing this beautiful handwriting and smelling the familiar fragrance.
After thinking for a long time and hesitating for a long time, Guo Yi finally typed the envelope.
He guessed that the letter was written by Liu Yanran, and it was a poem.
"How many lives after the storm? How much generosity is no longer there? How many feats, a dream? How many hospitable glasses of wine? "
"Now, I would like to sprinkle thousands of things on the long river, but I don’t want you to have Sauvignon Blanc. I hope you will stay with me."
This is not only a small poem, but also a love poem, which expresses her limited loveliness and persistent love.
She made great determination to write this love poem, although she knew that she might not get the result, she wrote it anyway.
Her heart is also nai. She is more nai than Guo Yi.
After reading this letter, Guo Yi was silent again.
Liu Yan ran can say love so bluntly, but he dare not say the word.
It can be said that Guo Yi really loved someone from the end, and Liu Yan ran was more responsible and moved to Su E. After that, loving Li Xiaoyan was a kind of affection and liking Yun Xianer was a kind of deepest hatred and a kind of friendship that she didn’t want to give up until Guo Yi realized that they seemed to have responsibilities.
Although he loves Liu Yan ran, this love is not what he can afford now
Guo Yi folded the letter well, with a determined look on his handsome face and a somewhat complicated look in his sharp eyes.
"No, the old monk ran away." Sisi pushed the door and broke in and bumped into Guo Yi’s arms, directly knocking all the letters in his hand to the ground.
"How can you run away?" Guo yi convergence mind and then asked
"I-I didn’t understand that he ran away as soon as he whew," Sisi said, gesticulating at the same time.
Guo Yi knew that even if she asked her, she couldn’t explain it clearly, so she rushed out in a hurry to see what was going on. She was tied up by the dragon dragon tendon and could escape. This old monk is not simple.
Let the tiger go back to the mountain and suffer from poverty. This is a big problem!
Guo Yi and Sisi are all a little white light suddenly emerged from the gas, and a little bit of spirit fog fills the air, and Bai Xier’s fairy moving body walks out of the spirit fog.
She seems to have been hiding here all the time, but Guo Yi has never found her!
Looking at Guo Yi has gone far before she picked up the letter. After seeing the letter, she flashed a divine light in her beautiful eyes and then slowly folded the letter again and sighed, "What about the devil? What about a female statue? After all, you are still a woman, and some things can’t escape lovesickness, which is always the most painful. Since this letter has been sent, it seems that you will come to Beihuang soon. "
Bai Xier folded the letter again and put it in place. She knew that Guo Yi would definitely come back to pick it up because he also knew that Liu Yan ran was coming and she couldn’t lose the letter.
Guo Yigang rushed out and heard the old poor man lament that "this monk who killed thousands of knives has recovered to such a state so quickly. If he comes again, I’m afraid the order will be higher."
Although the dragon tendon tied up the good monk, the monk woke up as soon as he was thrown into the woodshed, and then blew out a sigh of relief, so he made a virtual door and jumped into the virtual door to escape.
Guo Yi has some regrets and thinks that if he falls into his own hands again, he will definitely block his mouth.
The good monk Xiu is so powerful that even the domineering poisonous tea of the natural enemy of Qingniu just poisoned him for a quarter of an hour. If he comes to the door again, what will he do to him?
Guo Yi decided not to take in the old poor man, which is a great disaster. He must owe a lot of money to the good monk, otherwise he wouldn’t have been killed so badly.
"Uncle Guo, you can’t kick me out. I … I add money." The old poor wretch dragged Guo Yi trouser legs with a snot and tears for fear that Guo Yi would drive him out.
Guo Yi said, "It’s not a question of money. You should know that the old bald donkey is terrible. He was able to put him down just now because he didn’t guard against me. If he kills the door again, I have to die with you."
Money is precious, life is more expensive.
Tens of thousands of celestial stones were killed, so the business was too bad.
The old poor man saw that Guo Yi had made up his mind not to let him stay, so he cried even more sadly, just like a dead father and a dead mother, which made the whole green mulberry house gloomy and sad, making the listeners very sad.
"We can still do a business," said the old poor man.
"This matter is not negotiable," Guo Yi said flatly.
"I know where your eldest brother Guo Shaozhen is!" The old poor man shouted
Guo Yilai wanted to kick him out with one foot, but after hearing this sentence, he immediately withdrew his foot and lifted him directly from the ground to wipe his face and tears. "Say what you just said again?"
The old poor man suddenly smiled through tears and dumped his sleeves. He found a chair and sat down as if I were an uncle.
This is when a businessman needs someone, he is a grandson, and when others ask him, he is a grandfather.
"Junior thinks the environment here is not bad. What do you think if you want to stay here for a few days?" Old pauper’s way