Chapter Fifty-two
Zuo Xiaolong was startled. This was the only time Muba had ever spoken to him in such a tone. Zuo Xiaolong hastily said, "Of course I won't! I was just joking. I couldn't do something as despicable as that."
Niuba realized his own loss of composure and laughed, saying: You won't succeed.
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng and Ní Bā walked along the riverbank. The crowd had dispersed almost completely. The streetlights were also getting dimmer, making people's faces look like they were reflected in candlelight. Ní Bā hugged Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng tightly and said: I want to go back, you see me off.
Zuo Xiaolong rode his motorcycle at over 100 km/h through the old streets of Tinglin Town. The rolled-up curtains on both sides were blown open by the airflow, making a rustling sound. Zuo Xiaolong was not wearing a helmet. His hair was blown back and forth, slapping against his mud-splattered face.
He held Little Dragon in his arms. One hand was holding the helmet he had given to Little Dragon. The once bustling streets were now empty and desolate at dawn, the originally wide roads became eerily cold and narrow under the dim light, as if only allowing one motorcycle to pass through. Mud tightly clung to
Living on the left side of Xiaolong's waist. Lowering his head, he doesn't look at the road ahead. The unevenness of the road surface is smoothed out by the high-speed motorcycle. The sound of the new engine echoes throughout the town, and the shadows are handed over in relay fashion, contrasting with the black silhouettes of the two people. Cast on the dim yellow ground. Xiaolong unintentionally
Passed by the place where the last explosion occurred. Found that the store was still open, but the owner no longer played music and instead made something in the corner. Bruce Lee walked up and said: Hey.
The shop owner suddenly turned around and found it was Zuo Xiaolong. He subconsciously glanced to the side and said, "Your motorcycle is fixed?"
Mud splattered on Xiaolong's left hand, and he said, "Forget it."
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng said to Níbā: "Níbā." Just saying hello.
Xiaolong turned his head and asked the shop owner: Why isn't there any music playing anymore?
The boss said: Haha, let's just forget about the past grievances. But now I don't have time to play music anymore. I'm not even planning to open this grocery store anymore.
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng said disdainfully: What are you going there for?
The shopkeeper put down the tools in his hand and said: Let's go fishing with electricity.
A large bird flew over in the sky.
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng turned around and straddled the motorcycle. Continuing to drive into the night, Ní Bā stuck his ear on Zuǒ's back and said: I heard your heartbeat.
In a crazy world, there is a girl who can quietly follow you. What a fortunate thing. Only Bruce Lee never understood.
The cultural evening party in Tinglin Town was very successful, and the leaders were all very happy. At the same time, good news came frequently, and the tourism industry in Tinglin Town really developed. Many large restaurants appeared in Tinglin Town, among which the Big Green Frog Restaurant is the most famous, with a large number of people coming and going every day.
The number of people in the garden has also increased significantly. Because locals all want to catch some wild goods in this vast wilderness, but not all animals have drunk water from the Longquan River. So the size of the animals is uneven, but the worst are the males. Because when they and their mothers
When people fall in love and walk together, they always think that the public land is changing, and it's always the first to capture them. This follows the rules, and when the world is in chaos, men will definitely be unlucky first.
More and more large animals are being caught and domesticated, with several in every household's backyard waiting to be slaughtered. But the most enviable is Lao Huang's water buffalo in our village. All the kids who see it ask their parents: "Dad, why doesn't the elephant have a long nose?"
What?
Parents' explanation is cow.
