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Zhang Ling stood there in a daze, his hair messed up by these little guys, like a bird's nest. "Alright, alright, give the hat back to the owner! How can you be so rude! This is outrageous!"
"Zhang Ling, you really don't want to be cuckolded!"
"Isn't it a little small?"
"Zhang Ling's head is too big, let's give it to Qing Lian!"
"I can't even wear Qinglian, what should I do?"
"Well then, Jiubao, go and return the green hat to me."
"It seems that not everyone can be cuckolded! Zhang Ling and Qinglian can't be cuckolded!"
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Zhang Ling shook his head and invited the little Lei Pengs back to the "Zhu Xian" sword post one by one. Then he looked up at the little man in the hole in the tree canopy and found that he had put on his green hat correctly and began to stick out his big butt to collect dew. After he became familiar with the little Lei Pengs, he was no longer afraid of the young man in green clothes under the tree.
After collecting the dew, the little man began to pick various small fruits. The fruits on some of the big trees were too large, and he had to spend more energy to pick them.
Sometimes he would fall and get bruised and battered, but he would not cry or make a fuss. He would just wipe the sweat off his face, pat his butt, grit his teeth and start working hard again.
Just as Zhang Ling was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that a little person appeared on another tree, but it was a female figure, wearing a scarlet skirt, but barefoot, with a flushed face, probably because she had just come from an unknown place and had done strenuous exercise.
The female figure was frightened when she first noticed Zhang Ling, but she calmed down after hearing the male figure's mumbling explanation. Finally, the two figures walked into the tree hole hand in hand. The hole was very clean and tidy, with various fruits and dew piled up and stored safely. These were the results of the male figure's hard work day and night.
Zhang Ling blessed them in his heart, fanned himself with a folding fan, and continued walking forward.
When I was about to leave the dense forest, I suddenly saw a little male figure on a tree. However, it was holding a pair of women's shoes in its hands and had red mouth marks all over its face, which was a bit strange.
The young man in blue shook his head, waved his sleeves, and used the dream-marrying technique to send a breeze toward the former cuckold's residence, hoping to wake him up.
Perhaps feeling uneasy, he took out a piece of paper cutting and hid it in the woods, ordering the Yellow Turban warriors to observe carefully and report any unusual movements in the area in a timely manner.
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