Chapter 184 Let's Dance Together
The wholesale store owner felt that he could not hold his child back, so he gradually stopped being so petty and became more honest in his business.
Unexpectedly, there was no loss, but the business was getting better and better.
When he receives positive feedback, he becomes more motivated, forming a virtuous cycle.
Lin Xinhuan nodded to the red flower wearing sunglasses, and her charming figure was an exact replica of Xi Tuya.
"Yes, move them all to my car."
The boss didn't want to take Lin Xinhuan's money and insisted that this batch of goods was given to her as a bonus.
In the end, Lin Xinhuan didn't spend a penny and brought back a hundred enchanting flowers.
Later, she gave the boss some plasters for healing his bones and muscles. She noticed that he had some discomfort in his shoulders, neck and waist.
One hundred gorgeous flowers of different colors and styles placed in the supermarket are quite spectacular.
The white-haired cat, who is taking a rest today, is walking curiously on his short legs, shaking his butt.
It tried to probe the flower with its beak, but suddenly music sounded and it twisted its little waist. The flower shook its head and slapped Baimao in the face.
The white-haired master was stunned. How dare you hit me? I’ll teach you a lesson!
A flower and a goose, a fierce battle begins.
In fact, Xiaohua's strategy was better than having any moves. She enjoyed herself comfortably, playing the saxophone and perfectly avoiding every attack from Baimao.
Just like a top master in a martial arts novel, he can easily resolve every tricky move of his opponent.
But Baimao was so tired that he was panting and even stopped calling "Master". His feathers, which were originally well-groomed and shiny, were slowly floating down from the air.
The little flower, whose expression has never changed since its factory setting, is particularly dazzling in the defeated white-haired eyes.
As soon as he saw Xin Huan's figure, his tone became resentful, as if he was the green tea male protagonist who was bullied by the vicious male supporting role.
"Xinhuan~ Look at this ugly flower bullying me~ My fur is not smooth anymore, what if it hurts your hand~ Xinhuan, you like my white fur the most~"
Lin Xinhuan, who watched the whole thing from the door, tried not to laugh.
"Puff! Cough cough cough! Xiaohua is really too abominable, how could she not let us Baimao bite her!"
I couldn't help laughing out loud and pretended to clear my throat.
Facing Baimao's suspicious look, he quickly changed the subject.
"White Hair, it bullies you, how about we change its song?"
Xiaohua can not only play songs, but also record them.
Baimao became interested. He lifted his long neck and sang loudly to the sky.
The corners of Lin Xinhuan's mouth, which had just curled up, suddenly froze in the same arc.
Please! A pair of ears that have never heard white-haired people sing!
"Geese, there is a group of geese swimming under the bridge in front of our house. Come and count them. Two, four, six, seven geese~"
The lyrics were adapted quite well, and Baimao was very satisfied with his own literary talent.
If he were in ancient times, wouldn't he be a great writer? He would drink wine and write poems with the immortal poets and poet saints.
Yes, they are indeed friends at the dinner table.
Our Shixian is a person who loves to eat. One day, there might be some white hair on the table (in a plate on the table).
The poet is at (sitting at) the table.
"Who is killing pigs? Keep your voice down!" A loud voice from outside interrupted Baimao's singing.
Lin Xinhuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her ears were saved.
I looked at Baimao with a speechless look. I had never thought that Baimao was music-deaf before.
She looks extremely elegant, a natural artist, but her words are as destructive as a nuclear weapon.
Even a saint on earth would swear in his heart.
"Who is killing pigs? It's disrupting my rhythm."
Baimao didn't think that the passers-by were scolding him at all. He was immersed in his own little world, showing off his beautiful singing voice.
Of course, this was just an episode. Later, Lin Xinhuan forbade Baimao to sing loudly outside.
Facing his expectant eyes, the words on the tip of her tongue took a turn.
"Your singing is meant to be performed in a concert hall for people who appreciate your singing. It is too elegant and ordinary people cannot appreciate it."
The white-haired boy was immediately coaxed into silence without singing a single word. He wanted to listen to my singing without any money? No way!
I have no idea how evil the human mind is.
Desso continent.
"What's that in your hand, Fedora?"
Tucker felt that it looked familiar.
"Isn't Anderwink locked up in a cave in the back mountain? I was afraid he would be bored, so I went to Xinhuan Supermarket to buy this toy. I heard from Xinhuan that this is the most popular toy there."
"Okay, go ahead. When the Great Elder has calmed down, we will persuade him to release Anderwenchi."
Tucker had only met the human a few times and did not have a bad impression of him.
The hot-tempered Fedora needs a gentle and tolerant man, no matter what race he is.
If he were with the other little dragons in Dragon Valley, he would definitely turn the Dragon Valley upside down the next day and have no peace.
Xin Huan once said that everything has two sides, and every race is not black or white, or all are evil or all are good.
Look, the angels who symbolize purity and utmost kindness, don’t they also have a bit of greed, coveting the Creator God’s favor for their dragon clan?
Tucker, who is younger than Fedora, is the most mature of the trio. He is accustomed to not talking and silently sees everything.
Xituya, who seemed to be the center of the group and dominated the conversation, was actually the bully and the one whose words were the least effective.
While Fedora was still unaware, he had already seen through the relationship between her and Andvinci.
When Tucker returned home, he sat on an irregular chair made of gold. Because it was handmade entirely with dragon claws, each surface had a unique design.
Well, a chair has about three, four, five, six, seven, or eight sides.
Then I remembered what I had forgotten: "Where is my Pea Shooter 1.0?"
The scene of himself stuffing it into Lin Xinhuan's hand appeared in front of his eyes. His heart tightened, and the aura of being in control of the overall situation that he had just directed Fedora disappeared in an instant.
Pray: "I hope Pea Shooter can be more sensible and not turn into pea yellow next time I see him."
Pea "yellow", pea yellow, after being with Lin Xinhuan for a long time, I understand the profoundness of country Z's writing. Tucker is very interested in the multiple interpretations of a word and the puns.
Sometimes, a word comes out of the blue and it feels like the air around you freezes instantly.
Lin Xinhuan thought to herself: It’s a pity that Tucker didn’t go to the talk show.
Don't think that Lin Xinhuan is an easy-going, gentle big sister.
Only those who are recognized by her can see a different side of her, a little bit mischievous and a little naughty.
If Pea Shooter 1.0 offends Lin Xinhuan, the situation will be bad~
Suddenly, a devilish sound came from the peaceful Dragon Valley: "Dongbala, Dongbala, Dongbala..."
Boom, boom, boom! Thacker's heart beat with the music. He pressed his heart as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
And Andvinci and Fedora faced the danger head-on and looked at each other: Is this the feeling of being in love?
Having never heard such a strong rhythm before, the mainland bumpkins who were experiencing the magic of modern disco music for the first time were deeply stunned.
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