Crossing Worlds Provocation

Yes, this clean-looking boy is the one who had been drinking with her just now.

One bite of a sweet elder sister, she was so heartbroken.

But he is here this time...

Li Zaijun turned his face silently, praying in his heart that he never come over.

He came but it was the crematorium.

Unfortunately, the sky will destroy them and die.

The little milk dog brother rushed over to them directly, and then said with a gentle smile:

"Sisters, did you accidentally take something with you when you left?"

Wen Xian: "..."

Li Zaijun: "..."

Lu Xiao: "?"

Li Zaijunqiang resisted the panic in his heart and responded with a serious smile: "Excuse me, who are you? We don't know what you are talking about."

She gave him a wink so that he could see the tall and upright man on the side.

At first glance, the younger brother didn't understand the ways of society, and he was a bit simple.

He glanced at Lu Xiao, and for a while he didn't know what to say.

Can only stutter:

"...Sister, sisters...Would you like to look for it again? The microphone is studded with broken diamonds. The price is very expensive. You can't take it out of the store..."

Got.

Hearing what he said, Wen Xian and Li Zaijun almost wanted to hit the wall.

Wen Xian wiped his face away, no longer wanting to say anything, just thinking that his life was about to end.

Especially his back is chilly, as if to be stared at.

At this time, Lu Xiao's voice fell:

"What's the matter with the microphone you said, who are you?"

Obviously, he was asking the younger brother in the deacon's shop.

Only then did the latter react. The man didn't know anything about them going to their deacon's shop, and even his face was a bit unsightly. He suddenly panicked.

Faintly realized that he did something wrong.

He hurriedly said: "Ah, sorry, I made a mistake. Other guests took the microphone. I'm leaving first."

Said that he was about to turn around and leave.

Lu Xiao followed without a word.

It seems to want to see where this person comes from.

Of course, just when they both were walking in the direction of the door, suddenly—

"Hey...!"

A heavy voice sounded, as if something had hit the floor.

The two suddenly looked back.

...

In fact, when they all turned around, Wen Xian took the opportunity to take the microphone out of the skirt.

She pinched it with her leg.

But when she let it go, she accidentally didn't grasp it, and the microphone fell directly from her skirt and hit the floor.

So the scene that Lu Xiao saw when he turned around was the scene of Wen Xuan bending over to pick up the microphone under his skirt.

"..."

There seemed to be a moment of stagnation in the air.

The little brother in the deacon's shop was also dumbfounded. He looked at the microphone, then at Wen Xian, and his voice slid slowly.

In the end he bit his head and hurried over, didn't dare to look at her again, picked up the microphone and left quickly.

Like a gust of wind.

Wen Xian slapped his forehead and turned around.

The man behind her came step by step and stopped behind her.

"Don't want to say something?"

he asks.

Wen Xian looked like death: "I don't want to quibble."

Everything was hit by him.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiao came:

"No, you'd better explain me later, why am I worse than a microphone."

Wen Xian: "...?"

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