The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

There was dew on the black clothes, and he seemed to be in a hurry when he came back, his boots were covered with mud, and a little white snake on his chest poked its head out worriedly.

It was Leng Qingsong heading east!

At this time, Leng Qingsong was no longer as vigorous as before, and even walked in disorder, and there was a trace of panic on his face that never showed any expression.

When Leng Qingsong pushed open the door and saw Ouyang, his panic expression turned into surprise, but was soon replaced by anger.

Leng Qingsong rarely said hello to Ouyang, but went straight back to his small room.

What is this kid doing?

Ouyang glanced at Leng Qingsong who was walking past him in surprise, but still ignored him and just kept folding the paper cranes in his hands.

Ouyang, who single-handedly raised Leng Qingsong, really understands the bad temper of his little brother.

Ignoring him now is the best way.

Leng Qingsong returned to the room and seemed to be rummaging around for something, making a lot of noise in the room.

After a pause, it made a loud noise again.

This time it was accompanied by the sound of the teacup falling to the ground.

The little wretch who squatted aside and looked at Ouyang Origami wrinkled his monkey face, stood up and wanted to persuade the second boss to be quiet and not to disturb the eldest boss's work.

As soon as he walked into the house, the next second, the little boy smashed the roof and was thrown out first.

With a trace of panic still on his face, the little boy flew out of the yard and fell into the grass outside.

He ran back in embarrassment, squatted beside Ouyang with lingering fear, and carefully glanced at Leng Qingsong's room.

Originally, he thought that after reshaping his real body, his strength would be impressive, but in the hands of the second boss, he was like a chicken cub.

I don’t even know how I flew out. One second I just entered the house, and the next second I was flying!

Apart from the big boss, the most unlikable person on this hill is the second boss who keeps a cold face all day long!

Ouyang took the time to clean up the paper scraps on his body, put the folded paper cranes away in the storage space, and patted the little boy on the head.

He glanced at Leng Qingsong's room with some amusement, then turned around and went back to sleep in his own room.

This kid doesn't even know how to say hello when he comes back, he's really used to him!

If you want me to speak first, I want to see who can't help it first!

Having nothing to say all night, Ouyang in his sleep was awakened by a clanging sound.

The knocking sound was unusually harsh, as if knocking on the side of his own head.

And there is no rhythm at all, it's like trying to wake yourself up on purpose!

Ouyang Gang, who was already angry about getting up, wanted to curse, but suddenly remembered that it was Leng Qingsong who was holding his breath with him who made the deadly noise.

This kid really has a lot of skills when he goes out for a trip!

He even dared to wake himself up in his sleep!

After Ouyang put on his clothes, he walked out of the room slowly, and saw Leng Qingsong in black who was repairing the roof.

Leng Qingsong, dressed in black, held a hammer in one hand and pressed the roof with the other, knocking on the roof again and again with a blank expression.

The hammer he was wielding seemed to be filled with deep hatred, and he swung the hammer with unusual force every time.

It looked like he was repairing the roof, but this guy was hitting the nails with the hammer instead of the saw.

Are you just trying to wake yourself up on purpose?

But for the first time seeing Leng Qingsong who was angry with him, Ouyang also became interested.

I told this kid to go east, and this kid didn't even look in other directions. This time he went out and learned to be angry with himself?

Really grown up huh?

But who is not a rebel?

Ouyang, who also got angry, ignored Leng Qingsong.

Instead, he returned to the lounge chair under the big tree, ate the fruits that the little boy had washed and placed on the table, and looked at the sky in a daze.

The atmosphere in the small courtyard began to become weird, the sound of the hammer beating became more and more loud, and Ouyang's daze became more and more obvious.

The little bastard who was about to go to Qingyun Peak to listen to the sermon wanted to say hello to Ouyang when he saw the weird atmosphere between the two.

The little wretch shrank his head, the scene of being thrown out yesterday was still vivid in front of his eyes, shrank his neck, and quickly jumped out of the wall and left this place of right and wrong.

Leng Qingsong's little white snake coiled around Liangzi's head and closed his eyes to rest, seemingly indifferent to the boring contest between the two.

After eating the fruit in his hand, Ouyang took out another stack of paper from the storage space and started today's origami work.

Thousands of paper cranes appeared from Ouyang's hands like an assembly line, and then they were casually thrown by Ouyang's feet, and they were piled up in a short while.

The hammering of nails on the roof grew louder.

Sometimes there is a sound, there is no sound, sometimes it is as urgent as a shower, and sometimes the sound is as loud as a bell.

It seems that the Leng Qingsong on the roof cast all his anger on the roof, the more Ouyang didn't care, the harder the knocking on the roof became.

Finally, the roof of the only victim could no longer withstand Leng Qingsong's violent demolition.

boom!

The entire roof collapsed completely, and bricks, tiles, gravel and a large amount of dust swept across the small courtyard.

Some gravel even rolled to Ouyang's feet.

Leng Qingsong stood up from the pile of bricks in embarrassment, and secretly looked at his brother sitting on the recliner with his back to him, feeling even more angry in his heart.

Is this broken roof also competing with me?

The elder brother put on a face for himself, and the house is also difficult for him, how can I get used to this dilapidated house? !

Sword intent rose from his body, ready to blow up his house until there was no dust left!

A trace of displeasure appeared on Leng Qingsong's stern face, he raised his hand, and a long sword landed in his hand, just about to draw the sword to level his house completely.

Ouyang's voice came from a distance: "Okay, don't worry about it, the house will be demolished in a while, and I will take your head off!"

Hearing his brother's seemingly helpless compromise, Leng Qingsong's face showed a hint of triumph.

Leng Qingsong, dressed in black, suddenly appeared in front of Ouyang who was folding paper.

He stood with his sword in hand, his body covered with dust, his head slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth almost pursed like a donkey.

It doesn't look like a big sword cultivator, but it looks more like a mud monkey in the village who goes down the river all day to fish.

Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong who was still playing with his temper, put down the paper in his hand, and stood up.

A gust of breeze blew past, shaking the green and black clothes.

Ouyang stretched out his hand, and Leng Qingsong thought that his brother's brain collapse was going to fall on his head.

But he didn't hide, he just closed his eyes subconsciously.

The expected brain collapse did not come down, Leng Qingsong slightly opened his eyes, and saw Ouyang looking at him with some amusement.

With his outstretched hand, he patted his own clothes. Ouyang dusted off Leng Qingsong, and said helplessly: "You are such a big boy, and you still have the temper of a child?"