In the door of a "entertainment-club" in the house, a donkey is facing the crisis of being slaughtered.

"Slaughter it! It was the owner of this black donkey, who kidnapped our slave! I initially said why this person tasted so strangely. He didn't like so many sisters in front of him, so he insisted on finding the chef in the backyard! Unexpectedly, wearing such exquisite shoes, he was actually a personal dealer! I slaughtered it to pay off the debt! I bought that slave for ten gold coins!" The one who was cursing was naturally the old man who was the previous guide.

Two strong men are standing beside her, and they have a good sense of déjà vu. In general, there are several strong men in restaurants and brothels. There are no figures on weekdays. Once someone eats a tycoon meal or a tycoon, they will come out to block the door.

This outrageously black donkey has basically integrated into the night. If it weren't for its clear black and white eyes, it would have been integrated with the night long ago.

It took a few steps back and shivered nervously and scared. When the two strong men approached it with the magic weapon "Hatching Knife", it couldn't help but nervously fart.

"Puchi phuchi phuchi phuchi!" The poisonous gas war began.

The two strong men were shocked by several series of farts. Before they could react, they saw the donkey that was integrated with the night and ran away without a trace.

Only the lingering sound of Niao Niao: "Don't kill A Mao, I'm a good donkey!"

These two strong men and old men probably will never forget the scene today in their lives. A donkey who loves to fart can actually speak! I go, didn’t the General Administration of Guangyang agree that ‘animals after the founding of the People’s Republic of China are not allowed to become sperm’?

Poor Ah Mao ran and ran, I don’t know how far he ran. He thought that the owner "Fang Lin" who summoned it would not abandon it, but he didn’t see Brother Xiaolin coming back to find it.

Poor Ah Mao embarked on the journey of returning home thousands of miles, relying on its nose.

In the darkness, two pairs of eyes are floating.

It seemed that there was a strange aura everywhere, until these two pairs of eyes saw each other!

"ah!"

"ah!"

Two screams of exclamation came out in unison, and the one with her little eyes used a lot of effort to see a donkey.

It was sticking out its big butt, squatting on the ground while farting, sniffing like a Chinese pastoral dog, its big nostrils moved around, constantly breathing heavily.

Amao's big eyes found that the owner of the small eyes was also an African, with a dark face, hands, and black body. In addition to his eyes in the middle of the night, the big white teeth exposed when he exclaimed can make people see clearly!

One person and one donkey met like this. This was an unexpected encounter, but it was also a destined encounter.

"One day, poor Alibaba took his little donkey up the mountain to chop wood"

In the wild, I don’t know why, but I was telling the story of "Alibaba and the Forty Thieves" to the Forty Thieves and Margina.

It was like telling them their autobiography in front of the parties involved. I felt awkward and embarrassed everywhere, but I had no choice. When I ran away, I didn’t know how to distinguish the route and ran away unconsciously. I guess it was going to dawn when I returned to the cave from here. The nine sisters were in high spirits. I didn’t know how to write the word “tired” in the dictionary, but I had lost all my combat power, so I decided to stay outside for one night.

Since all the girls are still present, they are still at the age of listening to stories, it is necessary to tell a few bedtime stories as brothers. Otherwise, these girls who are so energetic that they have nowhere to vent their lives will not know when they will be able to rest. They always feel that they are not taking their sisters, but raising many huskys.

There are so many parents and brothers and sisters all over the world. There are many people who have told children "Alibaba and the Forty Thieves", but I am probably the only one in the world who tell this story to the people in the original work. The most important thing is that the combination in front of me is also quite weird. On one side is the cute version of the Forty Thieves, and on the other side is the young version of Margina who killed the Forty Thieves. They should be the mortal enemy of their destiny, but they get along very well for no reason.

The nine sisters sympathized with Margina's miserable childhood. Yaya and Lola had just reached puberty, and the seven children who were masturbating each other had not even touched the side of puberty, but they had already made great strides and began to proliferate motherhood. Looking at the poor Margina, they naturally accepted her and raised their fists to claim that whoever dared to bully Margina would beat him up. On the other side, Margina also envied the nine sisters' career as a robber. Even Lola's big mouth was telling how to rob a few conch from a child. She could listen to such trivial things with relish.

I tried to tell them other stories before, but they all failed in the end. "Snow White" has been ruined by me, and I really can't tell this story. "Cinderella" is naturally not suitable for the strange tastes of robbers. The tragic fairy tale of "The Daughter of the Sea" is not their tone. Perhaps "Pirates of the Caribbean" can stimulate their adrenal hormones. When I accidentally said the words Alibaba, they inexplicably couldn't stop and didn't let them sleep until they finished speaking!

So, I could only modify the plot of the story, such as removing Margina's name and not even giving it a name, just called the clever little maid. And I also emphasized that the Forty Thieves were forty big men to avoid my sisters from putting themselves in. After all, the name of their current beautiful girl group is "Forty Thieves".

In order to finish this story, I lost a lot of brain cells and was very tired.

"Aha! Big cousin, Alibaba took the donkey up the mountain to chop wood, where is our donkey?" Lola, who had always been jumping in his mind, suddenly remembered Amao.

"I forgot to bring it, probably still at the door of the brothel. I will go back to find it if I have the chance in the future." I said casually. Anyway, an irrelevant donkey seems to be useless for the promotion of the plot, so I will lose it if I lose it. I was not the protagonist who relied on the golden finger to upgrade.

I thought Lola and others would ask a few more questions, but I was obviously thinking too much.

The nine sisters sat upright with their cheeks puffed up, leaning forward slightly, looking at me with a strange look. After a while, until I was furrowed all over my body, they said in unison: "Big Cousin, let's have a meal?"

I:""

Margina looked at me speechless, then looked at her sisters who were shouting hungry, lowered her head and said shyly, "I can cook!"

Looking at this proud spirit, the little chef finally found her place to use it.

It's just a wilderness. I guess how many female ghosts can meet and where to find them? I'd have brought Amao with me if I had known it. Isn't this the best time to stew it? This donkey seems to have no other use except for preparing food.
Chapter completed!