Liang Jia quickly took these hot pearls and ran towards the male fairy writer Yuan Huixing.
"Quick! Take a breath of fairy air."
"But I only have breath, if you don't dislike it, ha!!"
Yuan Huixing actually turned towards Liang Jia's face, and Liang Jia was dizzy with a breath of stench, but she held back the stares in her eyes, and conveyed the "true energy" she got from Yuan Huixing to Heizhu superior.
"Ha!! This gloss is so bright, it's perfect."
After Liang Jia wiped it with her hands, a large area was still completely blackened by the burnt just now. Just as she raised the pearl in her hand and wanted to gather the essence of the sun and the moon like Gong Ningqi raised her hand, Duan Mubin, who played the role of the domineering president, was caught. After taking it off, he shook his big gold watch, indicating that real gold is not afraid of fire.
"Hey!! What are you doing?"
"The surface layer was gently scraped off, and the pearl layer shattered and fell off. Facts have proved that real pearls are not afraid of fire like the rumors. As long as it lasts for more than 5 seconds, they cannot return to their original appearance. Therefore, the saying that pearls are not afraid of fire does not rely on Spectrum, it is not recommended to use fire to identify pearls. Moreover, even if it can be restored, there will be no traces on the surface, and there will still be a lot of damage to the epidermis. Therefore, these pearls are no longer worth much. I gave them to A black pearl in a shopping mall in Yiyi, worth 3 million yuan, is completely different from these qualities.¡±
"What are you showing off, you?"
Liang Jia glared at Duanmu Bin fiercely, then rolled his eyes again, and hated his way of pretending to understand.
"Forget it, it's not about 100 yuan a piece, but I want to buy one to bring to my family. Looking at it now, it's really unlucky."
"100 yuan? I mean 10 million pieces. Now that it's sold for 100 yuan, who will buy it?"
Liang Jia held a lot of pearls in his hands, they were not as round as before, but strangely shaped, flat and oval.
"don't want."
"I don't buy it either."
"Duanmubin, it's you who told me that these female choreographers, who were fighting for the excitement just now, are now sold from 1 million yuan to 100 yuan, and they don't even want it? You pay!!"
"Master Liang, do you have adult diapers? I've searched the entire island, but I still don't have any."
"Go and stay aside!"
Liang Jia covered Gong Ningqi and pushed his face away.
"Isn't this my yoga mat? Little flower, it's little flower. Although you change the color, I can still recognize you with the faint pattern. This, this is not my turtle. Why did you take off the vest? I don't even know you. gone."
Xianxia male writer Yuan Huixing was about to show the yoga mat to the writer's wife "Xiao Hua", but he didn't expect to find the soft-shelled turtle that accompanied him like a family many years ago.
"It's you, here's a birthmark, and I even tattooed you the word yoga, which is the only one in the world."
While sobbing, Yuan Huixing raised the turtle in front of him, wanting to kiss it farewell for the last time, but found that his mouth suddenly opened wide, and then bit his nose.
"Master Liang, I have a sanitary napkin, but the pad is in my trousers. It's too embarrassing. You don't need many adult diapers. You can just give me one. It can be washed anyway. Now only you have it. At present, I can only defecate anywhere, no one has such a thing, but I"
"So you are not a soft-shelled turtle, but a snake in a shell?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com