When the mountain, the pie rain is only eight or nine minutes.

As for how many people ate, Yan Qingyang was not clear, and he rushed to the airport immediately after he went down the mountain.

At more than four o'clock in the afternoon, he returned to the bamboo garden in East Lake, opened his mobile phone, and found that the Internet was almost swiped by the mountain.

At least a few thousand people witnessed it, and it was impossible to be blocked.

"I wipe, it's raining, who can tell me what's going on?"Don't worry, I can bear it... weakly asked, is the kitchen of heaven's bad temper?"

“Lord, do you eat the pie?”Don't make fun of me."

“Can’t the gods eat the pie?”

"The gods eat pies, it almost ruined the image of the height in my mind."

"Shut up, I heard the sound of my three broken views, not only the gods in the sky, the gods also eat the pie..."

“Imagine a picture of a group of gods eating pie in the temple, ah, my eyes are blinded...”

"All my friends, I have a pie, let go of the stomach to eat, do not be polite."

“Your majesty, the pie has fallen.”

"Sixt students, you can sit down and let the students behind you speak."

"Damn, who told me that the sky will not fall pie, I beat him life can not handle!"

“Ah, I want to cultivate the fairy, do you know how to cultivate the fairy, please bring...”

"I want to cultivate the fairy, and ask for it."

On the Internet, countless people are discussing enthusiastically, and they want to know what happened in the mountains.First, when the mountain greets the saint, then the celestial saint, and then the strange pie rains...

At this time, many TV stations are discussing, and some experts give answers.

The so-called Xianglin Ruifeng holy elephant is just a phenomenon similar to the aurora in nature, as for the pie in the sky, the tornado has rolled a pie factory near the mountain...

As for the pie to disappear, it is a sight illusion...

However, as soon as this statement came out, it was immediately sprayed dead by netizens.

“Is it a tornado?”

When he saw the experts, he couldn’t help but get some confused.

“Brother, what happened to the mountain?”

At this time, Xiao Bai called curiously and asked, this matter is boiling, want to know not to know ah.

“Really.”The sky sighed.

“Really?”

Little white's voice was slightly high, and he asked, "Brother, is it you..."

“That’s right.”

He said, “Don’t talk about it.”

“Brother, I don’t know the weight of someone?”Xiao Bai smiled and asked curiously, “Brother, can you say something?”

"No, I can only say that it is the edge of the mountain."

The rabbi refused outright.

Little Bai no longer asked, after a few words of conversation and hung up the phone.

At this time, he quietly drank tea in the tea booth and recalled everything that had happened in the mysterious darkness.If it is not around the twelve gray mist, he believes that this is a dream...

Call –

He spit out a breath, his head hurt a little, and had to give up temporarily.

While he was drinking tea, he observed the twelve gray mist, curious how they came to his side.Moreover, they always kept a three-pover distance with themselves, he approached to contact, but the gray mist receded...

“Oh, hey, Mr. Yan.”

On the path in the bamboo forest, the horse was walking with a smile.

His face was a pass, and wherever he went, he would not be stopped.

“Mr. Ma, is that free?”Yan Qinghang smiled and asked, when the horse came to the tea booth to sit down, he poured him a cup of tea.

“The work is not finished.”

Malay laughed, did not talk to Yan Qing Airbus, took a small sip of tea, looked around and said: "Where is the cat brother?"

“Go to sleep.”

Yan Qing hua, then his eyebrows picked, "Want to find a cat brother to compete?"

The Malay drank the tea silently, pretending not to hear it.

“Do you know what happened to the mountain?”

A moment later, the Malays opened the door to the mountain, and did not pull with Yan Qingkong East Laxi, "Is there really a saint who came into the world?"

“Maybe.”The sky sighed.

“Really?”

Malay was shocked, silently drank tea, and continued: "Mr. Yan, I asked some martial arts masters, engaged in a gathering of martial arts friends, are you interested in going to see?"

“As a member of the military?”

He was surprised, but he was interested, “When?”If you have time, it's okay to look at it."

“Mr. Yan, that’s what I said.”

The Malays were a little happy, and could not imagine that this great god should be moved at once.

After drinking a cup of tea, Malay suddenly said, “Mr. Yan, what do you think of the pie rain under the mountain?”

"Look up."Mr. Yan joked.

The Malay rolled his eyes, and the joke was not funny at all, and said, "Mr. Yan, seriously."

"Experts don't say, the tornado swept away a pie factory, what else can you think?"Yan Qingkong smiled, I don't know if Malay is testing him, "It is difficult for the cook in heaven to be angry?"

If Malays put the identities of the two Mr. Yan together, they will immediately understand that Mr. Yan in front of him is Mr. Yan of the Changsheng Inn.

However, it was as if twelve wisstings of gray mist had covered the sky and completely hidden his identity.

The horse rolled his eyes again and did not ask.

When Yan Qingyang returned to the Changsheng Inn, it was about to set the sun.

On the steps, the cat brother was staring at the panda, and his face hated the appearance of iron and steel.The panda did not care to sit on the wall and looked at the clouds in the sky.

As soon as Yan Qingkong saw it, he probably understood and asked, “Flying Wu, the giant is unwilling to practice martial arts?”Or don’t you want to suffer?”

Big brother compared to the cat.

"Big man, it's too lazy."Yan Qingkong said to the panda, “How do you become a giant like this?”The little boy can't.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The panda was not satisfied with calling two times, and it seemed that Yan Qingyang disturbed it.

Yan Qingyong ignored it, went to the kitchen to do fairy dishes "dust removal", and tried several times to successfully make it.

"The distance is also ten feet, you need to use energy rice grains..."

He carefully felt the dust repellent, and then tried, but the long-life inn was so clean that there was not even a grain of dust, and he did not know the effect.

At this time, it is already sunset, and the long-lasting inn is slowly landing.

“When the mountain?”

When he saw it clearly, he paused slightly, and was a little curious, and said, “I don’t know how many people have eaten the pie.”

If dozens of people eat it, are they all on the mountain, can they not see it?

In this way...

He frowned.

It is assumed that at least ten people ate it, or even more.

If more than a dozen people see the Evergreen Inn at the same time, then whose chance is it?The most recent one?Or the first to enter the long-life inn?

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