Seeing the old men and women like this, she glanced at an old man wearing a headscarf in the crowd and asked Cui Weiwei to give him five hundred yuan.
Everyone: “…”
No, you are too sensible, aren't you?
After a while, Qiao Qiao, who had come from afar, brought Cui Weiwei and Tang Yiming, and returned to the temple with the things. The temple looked rotten on the outside, but was originally clean inside. With a "creak", they pushed open the door of the best room in the temple.
As he walked in, he deliberately shouted loudly: "Oh, this room is the best. Of course it should be given to Lord Bai Tiao, who has the purest bloodline. Okay, left, right... Hold on!"
"Be very careful!"
"We don't deserve such a nice room!"
"Alright, alright, perfect. Quickly get Master Bai Tiao over to check it out!"
As she spoke, Qiao Qiao poked Cui Weiwei. Cui Weiwei rolled her eyes but continued to shout in a fluent and artificial voice.
"Mr. Bai, come quickly, I'm waiting for you here."
Bai Tiao was very angry because of his previous injury. When he heard Cui Weiwei's scream, he thought that his previous muscle show had taken effect.
He was feeling proud and deliberately curled his lips at the camera.
"Haha, Chinese people are just soft-hearted!"
However, seeing his appearance, neither netizens, Lao Niu, nor even Wang Mapi felt angry at all.
Because in the house, Qiao Qiao took an iron bucket, a mallet and soap, but he didn't really clean the room for Bai Tiao.
They placed the bucket on the door frame, the soap on the ground, and hung the mallet in the middle. They all smiled slyly and squatted in the corner of the room.
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