Pan Jinlian's big eyes, which had reached its limit, seemed to continue to enlarge; the red small mouth under her nose was gradually opening from a small cherry mouth to a "middle mouth of walnut", and then to a "large mouth of a Shaobing beetle"...

Suddenly, Pan Jinlian's mouth twitched like a saw tube, and like a car's gears, it pulled from one gear to two gears, and from two gears to four gears faster and faster...

As the speed of pulling continued to increase, Pan Jinlian's face, which was still smiling, suddenly showed the expression of a dementia woman standing on the street and smiling at the man. A bad premonition suddenly climbed into Wu Dalang's heart like an annoying Xiaoqiang - the situation was developing in a very bad direction.

Immediately afterwards, Pan Jinlian's mouth stopped twitching like an electric car that pulled out the key. However, the stop-pull was not because the situation improved, but... Pan Jinlian's body was kicked backwards like a gangster who was robbed in the door, and fell to the ground with a "bola" sound and fell to the ground and lay on the ground. The ingot in her hand did not fly to the roof because of this fall, but was tightly wrapped in the palm of her hand by Pan Jinlian's hands.

He stared at his eyes, tilted his mouth, smiled with a fool, and was stunned with a unique expression, "freezing" on Pan Jinlian's face.

Seeing this, Wu Dalang hurriedly sat on the ground, hugged Pan Jinlian on himself, swayed heavily, and shouted anxiously: "What's wrong with you, A Lian? A Lian, my dear good baby, A Lian, my beloved good wife!"

Seeing that the situation was a bit serious, Wu Dalang hurriedly reached out to look down at Pan Jinlian's nostril. It didn't matter if he didn't find it. This exploration caused the blood on Wu Dalang's face to disappear without a trace.

Wu Dalang couldn't help but cry: "Wow! It's amazing! The big thing is not good! My most beloved A Lian... She... She... She... She, she, she, she, walked in the wrong direction and ran to the Hall of Hell!"

Wu Dalang hugged Pan Jinlian, pounded his chest and stamped his feet and started crying loudly, crying like a child.

While crying, Wu Dalang suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Wu Dalang stopped crying and said, "I can't cry loudly now, but I must turn my grief into strength to handle A Lian's funeral. Only after A Lian climbs into the coffin can I bring instant noodles, lunch boxes, material bottles, etc., and I sincerely kneel in front of A Lian's tomb and cry for ten and half months, thirty or fifty days..."

Speaking of this, Wu Dalang suddenly slapped himself in the face and scolded himself, "You crow are talking nonsense. How could A Lian die? This is not to go to the mall to buy daily necessities, go to a tourist area for inspection and meetings. How could my heart and baby break up with me and break up!"

After saying that, Wu Dalang carefully observed Pan Jinlian's face, and while looking, he couldn't help but cry, saying, "But the problem is, the situation looks very true! His eyes are staring like coal cakes, which is a sudden manifestation of heart disease; he has a silly smile in his skin, which is a characteristic of concurrent mental disorder and dementia; his breathing suddenly stops, which is... it is a stroke that has been encountered by old hypertension!"

Speaking of this, Wu Dalang looked at Pan Jinlian and thought: "Hey? Why do so many symptoms and characteristics appear on his face at the same time? There are so many varieties that appear at once. Not to mention me, even the expert clinic cannot diagnose it!"

After thinking about it, Wu Dalang couldn't help but hug Pan Jinlian and cried bitterly: "Why didn't my fuse break with A Lian? A Lian broke up with me, what's the meaning of my life? Wow wow..."

Wu Dalang suddenly stopped crying again. After wiping his tears with his sleeves, he firmly said to Pan Jinlian: "A Lian, we are in a life-and-death love, what is the sea withering? My love for you is deeper than Jia Baoyu's love for Lin Daiyu. At least, it is like playing mahjong to carry flowers. After Lin Daiyu's death, Jia Baoyu became a monk, but I, Wu Dalang... A Lian, I decided to hold your hand, hold your waist, and hold your head wide with you... What kind of land is that, go to the old man of Hell to register!"

After saying that, Wu Dalang looked up at the beam on the room and recited in a poetic tone: "The great water of the Yellow River! It can't contain my love for you; the great high Taihang Mountains! It can't compare to my love for you; the great wide road cannot squeeze my love for you... and the great... "

Speaking of this, Wu Dalang couldn't remember what words should be used below, so he sighed: "It's good that A Lian is going to live. She will definitely come up with a good word and connect the end of my poem."

When it comes to Pan Jinlian, Wu Dalang couldn't help but feel sad. He lowered his head and looked at Pan Jinlian affectionately and said, "My Wu Dalang sells sesame cakes and walks around the streets and alleys. There are often women who are unruly and unruly to hook up and ask for things to do. Although they like the sesame cakes in my basket, not my appearance. But no matter what they twisted up, they were fake yellow flowers like a flower, shameless and inferior street girl, her teeth fell to the decay of the front teeth, or a low-end consumer goods with low prices, in the end, none of them looked at the fragrant sesame cakes in my basket, shouting with great sadness..."

Speaking of this, Wu Dalang imitated the woman's appearance and said in a strange way: "Dalang! Dalang... and left in despair."

Then Wu Dalang continued: "Their disappointment is my hope. Because in Wu Dalang, except A Lian, is A Lian, and other women, even if they book three years in advance, they can't even get in touch with me, let alone eat my free cake. Even the leader of the five famous prostitutes - the beautiful one who can make the emperor think about it, I will say to her firmly: Sorry, the train tickets have been sold out, and there are no other shifts below!"

Then, Wu Dalang said to Pan Jinlian again: "Dear A Lian, although you are a little willful, naughty, lazy, and a little lewd. You like to have sex with wild men, as long as you don't kick me out..."

Speaking of this, Wu Dalang suddenly woke up and said to himself, "Oh! When is it now? Why are you still talking to yourself? Now is the time for me to fulfill my responsibilities as a good husband."

Wu Dalang thought again: "First of all, we have to analyze the reason why A Lian went to the Hall of Hell, and then see if we can find out if we can snatch A Lian back from the Hall of Hell. If we really can't snatch it back, we should shout and ask you to wait for me!"
Chapter completed!