This joke can be guessed by anyone with a little more brainsthe guy on the third floor is here for him!

He suddenly changed hands and grabbed the old bustard's wrist: "Who is this guy upstairs?"

"I don't know... It's a great master... Bald, I, I don't know... The first time I saw..." The old bustard's wrist hurts terribly, but he can't make it.

"Bald?" The old man with a knife quickly made a comparison in his heart with the powerful people he knew.

It seems...no one is bald!

At the moment, the breath relaxed a little, and the old bustard was thrown away.

"I said, brother, if you are like this, then show your face, what do we have, what are we talking about in person, so as not to... cause many unnecessary misunderstandings. This is not good for you and it is not good for me. , What do you say?"

Everyone looked up and looked at the third floor.

They all want to see what kind of character this special probationer is.

Dingmiao frowned and leaned closer to Fengchenglin: "This is an out of season..."

Feng Chenglin looked at the play with an expression: "Hilarious!"

Dingmiao: "..."

Their main purpose is to find old customers with knives.

Now, people are here, and there are branches.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be so calm.

unless--

He suddenly understood something and looked at the third floor: "Isn't it... right?!"

On the third floor, there was no sound.

The old man with the knife called twice before he heard a voice: "Master...Master's body is a bit inconvenient recently, but...cough cough..."

He coughed suddenly and gasped clearly.

Everyone: "..."

Hearing this voice, that body was completely old.

What a toss about at such an age! ?

Could it be that I am not afraid of tossing over the fire, and then dying on the girl's belly, letting people stay away for a lifetime! ?

The old man with the knife also sneered: "I said, brother, you are so strong, I am afraid that you have more than your heart and lack of energy? Even if you give the girl to you, can you still raise the gun?"

"Haha..."

The men onlookers laughed, while the girl blushed.

"Ahem..." The cough on the third floor was quieter, but there was still an obvious gasp: "What I want to do has nothing to do with you. If you have money, then continue to bid. If you don't have money, give it. I'm going to **** off, don't delay Lao Tzu's time and affect Lao Tzu's mood..."

The bald head on the third floor seemed to be annoyed and his speech hardened.

How can the old knife-bearer get used to him: "Your time? Even if you give you time, I'm afraid it won't last long..."

Such connotative words caused everyone to be stunned for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

Time, for men, is a sensitive topic!

For an old man who is about to die, who is struggling to speak, even if he is given enough time, he does not necessarily have much time.

Among the girls, some people laughed and cursed: "You men are bad. You are talking well, and you have to say something shy to hear..."

"Why are you shy? Don't you want to find a longer one?"

"hate"

It was laughing again.

The old customer with a knife is very satisfied with these people's semantic puns, and they are just right for his appetite.

"Old man, did you hear that? The girls are worried about you, I'm afraid that you don't have much time... If you want me to say, you still go home numbly and rest, don't stand in the pit, do nothing, it will delay others for nothing Flower night in Miss Cui's bridal chamber..."