C21 Parachute Head

Finally, the old man, who hated him for not knowing anything, anxiously snatched the inkstone from Shui Se's hand and shouted, "Hey, why are you asking so many questions? Are you going to buy it or not? "

"Hehe, hehe, this old man is really embarrassed. I will keep on looking and keep on looking and hehe …" Shui Se was also a bit embarrassed. He had been standing here for a long time, asking this and that and not buying a single one seemed a bit unreasonable. He sneaked a peek, bent over and picked up the copper coin that he had just placed beside his ear and smiled: "Uncle, pack this trouble for me."

F * ck! Are you insane? This lord's antiques are easily found by you one by one. In the end, you would buy me an unknown copper coin? The old man snatched the copper coin from Shui Se's hand and said angrily: "I'm not selling this old man! "Go, go quickly, don't stand in my way." This was a cloudy day. He had originally thought that he would bump into Big Head today.

"Haha, then I'm really sorry …" Shui Se had only said half of what he was trying to say when he unintentionally turned around and saw a wool rope behind his butt. Shui Se subconsciously looked forward along the rope and saw that it had been pulled a long way.

First, he did not see the woolen rope on the other side, and secondly, he was shocked to discover that the woolen rope was actually a sweater on his back. He could not see what was going on behind him, so he reached out his hand to touch it, and a large part of his back was exposed. He was both angry and embarrassed, and instinctively grabbed onto the balding woolen rope, and pulled it towards his hand like he was pulling a river. You don't even know it's so immoral to shave off his sweater?

There was no grace left in him. He was almost naked in front of the public. No one else would have had a good quality to be able to remain as calm as Mt. Tai in the face of danger.

Shui Se held the rope and twisted it into his hand. Then, he moved his long legs and rushed forward along the rope as if he wanted to fly.

He ran until he was covered in sweat and his face was completely red. He panted as he called out, "Wait, the person in front, wait …" At first, there weren't many people in front of him, but after he shouted, he even stopped his steps, making Shui Se feel embarrassed again. After that, he nodded and bowed to everyone, and then he had to lead the string of wool to run forward. He could catch up to such bizarre things, and the quality of the sweater was too poor. No matter what, he couldn't buy clothes from this house in the future.

There was no lack of people trying their best to speed up the pace. Shui Se's long legs were not grown in vain. From afar, he could see the culprit — an umbrella!

"Wait, huhu, I'm talking about the umbrella in front and so on …" Nonsense, of course the umbrella won't wait for him. Shui Se was in a hurry to run, but the main thing was that he was almost out of clothes: "Stop with the umbrella in front of you, you're shaving my sweater, please stop."

Closer and closer … Closer and closer … How could it be Tang suit man? This was a little too embarrassing. The last time he was in the toilet, coupled with the current situation … He had never felt so ashamed of himself in his life as the events of the last two days.

With a playful smile on his face, Quan San stopped his footsteps. His reaction speed was really bad, but he just realized now that he was stupid! However, interesting …

Shui Se also stopped in time, and panted as he explained to Quan San who slowly turned around: "I'm very sorry, I don't think you noticed that your head scratched my sweater." Why did he come to explain? Shouldn't Quan San apologize?

After half a second of silence, Quan San fixed his gaze on Shui Se who was sweating on his forehead, the aura on his whole body was lower than zero, the calmness in Shui Se's eyes was absent, even his neck was covered in sweat, his face was red and he was gasping for breath, the green veins on his temples could be faintly seen, a ball of wool was pinched in his hand, and a piece of thread was clanging behind him, it was laughable like pulling a string.

"Are you sure …" The man looked into Shui Se's eyes and said softly.

"?" The arrhythmic Shui Se was still panting heavily. He was confused by Quan San's question.

"Ha ~" A cold laugh, enough to freeze everything. "My 'leader'?" If you leave out the words, I will definitely scrape you … Actually, there were some left out afterwards.

It was clearly a frivolous sentence, but Shui Se looked into the man's eyes and did not see anything. Shui Se's cold eyes were like a dagger that could kill a person, other than cruelty, the impression was a bit off. Shui Se angrily explained: "Umbrella Head." "Ugh …" Alright, actually, a man's words could also be called umbrella head, even calling it mushroom head would be fine.

Shui Se's mind was in a mess. He was a bit angry from embarrassment, but he couldn't be bothered to explain it to Quan San. He took a step forward and said, "Excuse me, I've borrowed it." Then, he nimbly pulled off the wool that was on the tip of Quan San's umbrella, but the moment he turned around and left, he was suddenly grabbed by Quan San's wrist. The force between the man's fingers was unexpectedly painful.

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