The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

"master!"

Yuan Bao rushed up, staring at her with shining eyes.

Xihe nodded, pressed down the stupid hair on his head, and met the cannibalistic gaze of the old Taoist: "Are you going home? Yuanbao, pack up quickly."

Yuan Bao replied happily: "Okay, Master!"

The old Taoist: "..."

Good guy, stealing his business is not counted, but he even wants to break into the house!

Quickly packed up his things, the old Taoist turned around and left with the bamboo basket on his back, let's count himself unlucky today.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the street, the stone road, separated by the courtyard wall, and sometimes the chatter and laughter of every family could be heard inside. The old Taoist walked for a while, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Turning around, I met a dark and thin old face.

The teacher suddenly became angry and yelled in grief and indignation: "Don't bully others too much!"

His chest was heaving up and down, his nostrils were dilated with anger, and his eyes were staring like Tongling... When he was almost angry, Xihe shook his whisk: "It's getting dark, how far is home?"

The old Taoist: "..."

Stepping on a horse, where did this shameless old thing come from?

The veteran Taoist turned around in a huff, his two calves as thin as bamboo poles swayed quickly.

He speeded up, and Xihe also speeded up, following behind like a cowhide candy.

Old Taoist:! ! !

What is the purpose of this old thing? !

kill? robbery?

Lifting the Taoist robe, he ran wildly, and the Taoist robe flew up.

So a very interesting scene appeared on the street. An old Taoist priest in front was running hard with a bamboo basket on his back, and a group of people followed slowly, with fluttering robes, looking like a fairy...

A dazed little Taoist priest was carrying a huge package.

The three of them ran past each house like a gust of wind, and the kid who was playing around at the door opened his mouth wide.

Turning left and right, standing at the door of the house, the Taoist gasped heavily and glared at Xihe: "Stinky Taoist! What the hell are you trying to do?"

Do you still want to enter the hall?

Xihe said with actions: You guessed it! But no rewards.

The old Taoist stared at Xihe, waving his plantain fan, and entering the small courtyard grandly.

The small courtyard is very simple, the house is dilapidated, the floor is yellow mud, two racks of dried beans are drying in the corner, and a stone mill is placed on the other side, there is nothing else.

"Hey, the house is surrounded by walls, what a mess!"

Xihe sat down on the stone bench in the yard.

Old Taoist:! ! !

There is no reason for this, it is simply too deceiving! !

However, before he jumped to start cursing, Yuan Bao, who was following behind, stepped forward, squeezed him away, and entered the yard.

Putting down the package, taking out the water basin, Yuan Bao went to fetch water from the well.

"Master, wash your face!"

Bring the basin to the table.

Xihe took out the bronze mirror and took off the things on his face one by one.

The two moved naturally, as comfortable as if they were on their own territory, and the old Taoist was so angry that his eyes were filled with gold stars.

Immediately furious, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward: "You despicable and shameless old guy! It's fine to steal old business or smash old stalls, but you dare to enter the house today, I insist on..."

Looking at the white and tender face in front of him, his mind went blank.

Xihe put down her veil, tilted her head, and grinned at the old Taoist: "Old man, don't come here without any problems."

His brows and eyes are crooked, and he looks particularly underwhelmed.

At least the old man felt his fists were very itchy right now, his eyes widened, and he slapped Xihe's back neatly with his raised palm: "Finch, you bastard!"