Chapter 155: Half a pound of weight (please subscribe) “Senior brother, that banknote may be, no, it must be ours!” Wen Cai echoed. "The more I think about it, the angrier I get. It's outrageous." Qiu Sheng said flatly: "The nature of this matter is too bad, and we must not suffer the consequences as a dumb person." Wencai: "What are your ideas? I will listen to you." He is not clever enough and has always lacked great wisdom, but he still knows that the sentencing standards for principal criminals and accomplices are different. The so-called master comes first, doesn’t it mean that whoever is smart will resist the pot first? Qiu Sheng is much smarter than him... The biggest protective color of an honest person is that he is easily trusted and will not be easily doubted. Based on the past stereotypes, Qiu Sheng did not have much doubt in his heart, and said: "Let's wait at the gate first, block them, and ask for an explanation. We must make them pay for it!" Wencai’s eyes lit up: “I want an autograph!”
… … "After I get back, if Qiu Sheng or Wen Cai ask me, do you know what to say?" He left the scene with satisfaction, Uncle Jiu said as he walked. "Don't worry, Master, unless you are caught by them, they will definitely not know about you borrowing flowers to offer Buddha." Qin Yao promised firmly. As he said that, the master and the apprentice stepped out of the Red Hall gate one after another. As soon as they got away from the crowd, two ghostly figures suddenly appeared in front of them. "Why are you here?" Uncle Jiu asked calmly, with a guilty conscience, "How many times have you copied the Jingxin mantra?" Qiu Sheng glanced at Wen Cai and saw that he was like a gourd with a sawed mouth. He rolled his eyes and suddenly stretched out his hand to push him: "Junior brother, didn't you just mumble something to ask the master? Now the master is here. , Just ask if you have to!” Wencai: “???” What the hell? Aren’t you screaming for an explanation? Why do things change when things come to you, and words change when they come to your lips? “Wencai, what do you want to ask me?” Uncle Jiu said calmly: "Think about it carefully. If the question is empty, it will be regarded as the two of you changing the subject and trying to get through." Seeing Qin Yao staring at him with a smile on his face, Wencai was immediately frightened: "No, no, Qiu Sheng is making trouble with you. I have nothing to ask." ˆ Qiu Sheng: “…” Bah. He is a cowardless person. There is no sense of responsibility at all. "Qiu Sheng..." Uncle Jiu said in a long voice.
Qiu Sheng glanced at the red pavilion, and in line with the concept of not letting regrets in the future, his heart was filled with anger: "Master, we want to ask, you and... ahem, why are you here?" Uncle Jiu said matter-of-factly: "Didn't I promise you that I would give the banknotes to Sister Fang? I originally sent Qin Yao to deliver them, but I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to withstand Sister Fang's stage charm, so I would imitate the two of you. The brat is star-struck, so I have to follow him to supervise him." ˆ Qiu Sheng: “…” Can you come up with such an outrageous reason? Why don't you say that you are worried about what danger Qin Yao will encounter when escorting Chaopai here, and you made a special trip to **** him? "Do you have any other questions?" Uncle Jiu's face was not red while he was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but he couldn't stand Qiu Sheng's look with a hint of sadness. Too girly… "Don't say half a pound, you are obviously here to see the concert, and you even borrowed flowers to offer Buddha's blessings, and gave our banknotes to the Lan family, which deeply hurt our hearts. In this regard, we must be given some credit Amount of compensation." Qiu Sheng tried hard to restore the true appearance of the incident, saying that he felt a little aggrieved. “What compensation do you want?” Uncle Jiu asked. “I want to sign.” Wencai suddenly spoke. Qiu Sheng glared at him fiercely, but he also knew that now was not the time to dwell on personal grudges: "I want one of Lan's belongings." "Daydreaming." Uncle Jiu glared and said decisively, "He wants all the idol's signatures and belongings, not to mention these two bastards." “Junior brother, please help me.” Having been together for so many years, both parties already knew the basics. Seeing Uncle Jiu's reaction, Qiu Sheng knew that there was definitely nothing the other party could do, otherwise his attitude would not be so firm. Since the master can’t count on him, he can only place his hope on the ‘elder’ junior brother. Xindao, given his status in Fucheng, it shouldn’t be difficult to ask a star for personal belongings, right? "You can sign, but don't think about your belongings. If I don't have any gadgets, why don't I give you the clothes I carry with me?" Qin Yao thought about it for a while, but he didn't reject it outright like Uncle Jiu. After all, for him, if he just wanted a signature, it would not be a difficult task. It just depends on whether he is willing to do it or not. "Underwear? Okay...I'm happy to." Qiu Sheng smiled happily. Qin Yao slowly folded his sleeves and said softly: "Come here and let me have a spanking. I feel so good and in a good mood, so I want some underwear for you." ˆ Qiu Sheng: “…” What's going on? Are you a bit confused? How many times you slap me, the armored corpse's skull won't be able to bear it. With my small body, how can I make you feel good? It’s almost enough to destroy it! But it’s logic, he really doesn’t want a signature. Even if it was signed by a goddess, could he still have an intracranial **** just by looking at his name? It's nonsense.
“Can you ask her to write something else for me?” Qiusheng asked tentatively after thinking for a long time. Chin Yao: “Write something?” “Just write that I love Qiu Sheng for hundreds of millions of years~ I wish Qiu Sheng great fortune, great blessings, great Taoism, and immortality...” "Shut up!" Qin Yao had goosebumps and shouted: "These words are not allowed, but any uncomfortable words are not allowed to appear." ˆ Qiu Sheng: “…” “Think quickly, everyone will be leaving soon.” Qin Yao urged. Qiu Sheng took a breath silently: "Just write, Qiu Sheng, I believe you can do it. By the way, don't forget to let her seal it." "How can this be done?" Wencai murmured, and said quickly: "Junior brother, I also want everyone to write a sentence for me and stamp it with a seal." “Hey, why are you learning from me?” Qiu Sheng shouted dissatisfied. Wen Cai didn't want to talk to him, but looked at Qin Yao intently. “What do you want to write?” Qin Yao asked helplessly. Wencai thought for a while and said, "Just write, Xu Wencai, you are great!" "Pfft." Qiu Sheng laughed, his whole body trembling: "Wencai, do you lack self-confidence?" Wencai rolled his eyes: "Is there any difference between what you asked me to write and what I asked you to write? Don't they both mean the same thing?" "Of course not." Qiu Sheng immediately wanted to explain. Qin Yao was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he turned and walked towards the gate of the Coliseum. "Qin Yao!" However, to his surprise, Uncle Jiu suddenly called out. Qiu Sheng was stunned, and Wen Cai looked surprised. Qin Yao blinked, turned around and said, "Master, do you also want Lan Guifang to write something?" (End of this chapter)