Parcel Party/C11 Good news and bad news
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C11 Good news and bad news

Cripple's tears ran wildly. He used his hand to pinch the frog and wanted to pull it out, but the hook seemed to have already hung onto his mouth. Just a slight movement and it would be extremely painful.

"Brother Seven, quickly think of a way!" I can't laugh anymore because the cripple's expression is too painful.

"What the f * * k can we do?" Old Seven also stopped laughing, signalling to Cripple to not move, and then he used his hand to pinch Cripple's cheek, forcing Cripple's mouth to open.

"Damn. Cripple, I have good news and also bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" Old Seven looked over, and after he understood what Cripple was saying, he stared at him with a serious expression.

Ooo!" "The cripple could no longer speak, and could only let out a loud cry from his throat.

"Brother Seven, stop joking around here!" Ever since I was young, I was extremely sensitive to blood, so I didn't dare to stretch my head out to look. I also didn't know what kind of condition Cripple was in right now.

"Xiao Li, you brat, you don't have a good attitude. Let me tell you the bad news, the bad news is that the fishing hook penetrated his tongue." Old Seven's face was solemn, as if he was a doctor telling a patient that he had cancer.

"And the good news?" I couldn't stand Old Seven's suspense and hurriedly asked.

"There's good news. It's just that there's a fishing hook hanging on his tongue. That fishing hook hasn't been hung yet." Old Seven shrugged his shoulders, his face had a look of cynicism.

"I'll go!" Although I was wondering what kind of good news this was, I couldn't help but feel that for Cripple, this was indeed a good news.

"Let's think of a way to remove the hook for him!" After all, Xiao Min was a girl.

Old Seven thought for a while, tore open the box that was wrapped in the express delivery package, and then placed it on Cripple's mouth. This way, he could keep Cripple's mouth open, so that his mouth wouldn't move recklessly and hang the other fish hook.

Old Seven fiddled with it for a long time before finally getting the frog's body and the empty fishing hook out. But the other hook was still on the Cripple's tongue, so I used my hands to cover my fingers and looked through the gaps of my fingers to see that the hook had pierced through Cripple's tongue.

"Hammer!" Xiao Li, remember the name of this store. When you go back, complain to him. Old Seven threw the Blood Soaked Frog to the side and scolded angrily.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. A complaint? Is it good to complain about her quality?

As we all know, there is a barb on the hook to prevent the fish from unhooking, but now it has penetrated the circle of tongues. We want to take the hook off unless we tear a hole in the lame man's tongue.

"Hammer!" This is too difficult, lame one, why don't you take this hook along with you. I used to watch TV with those unconventional tongues of mine hanging in two loops! " Old Seven indeed had no other choice, he could only give Cripple a rotten idea.

"Brother Seven also doesn't use a fishing hook as a tongue ring!" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

However, we really have no other way. If we had pliers, we could cut off the barbs, and we would be able to successfully remove the fishing hook. But in this sort of place that doesn't require much effort, finding even a piece of iron is more difficult, let alone a pair of pliers.

Although the soft gluey frog has already been taken out, Cripple's wound was still bleeding profusely. Old Seven thought for a moment, the only medicine he could use right now was Black Chicken White Phoenix Ball. He took out one of the pills and crushed it into pieces with two stones, then sprinkled it on Cripple's tongue.

According to the principle of medicine, this thing should be living blood. It could be that Cripple's physique was different from others. The powder was scattered on his tongue for a short while, and the wound stopped bleeding.

"I, I, how will I recite poetry in the future!" Cripple was already on the verge of tears.

The first thing Cripple said after he regained his ability to speak made me feel, for the first time, that a person's hobbies could have such an impact on him.

"Verse? You f * cking think about how you're supposed to eat first! " Old Seven scolded in a bad mood, then suddenly asked me with a smile, "Xiao Li, what do you think about Cripple kissing in the future?"

Old Seven's words made me feel like I was about to cry, and Cripple also reacted: "That's right! How should I kiss in the future? "

"Kissing is not such a big deal, if I were to do that," Old Seven laughed sinisterly when he said this, then waved his hand and stopped talking.

I had no time to consider Old Seven's dirty thoughts, so I could only comfort Cripple and say, "But it's okay. We still have so many bags to take out pincers and things like that, we'll directly cut it in half."

Even though I said this, in my heart I was thinking that with Cripple like that, I probably wouldn't even kiss him for the rest of my life, so I said goodbye.

Originally, we were having a good battle of tearing down our bags and almost turned Cripple into a mute. The three of us looked at each other, staring at Cripple's sad tears.

Old Seven felt rather guilty towards Cripple. After all, if he did not throw the frog into the toilet, it would not cause the things that happened next. Old Seven took the initiative to walk over to Cripple and pat his shoulder to comfort him.

Cripple stopped crying. Maybe he was still feeling a little hungry, and then he used a stick to stir the fish soup in the toilet.

Old Seven could not bear to watch any longer, "Brother Cripple, I promise you, when we catch the fish, I'll let you eat first. I'll let you eat first."

I looked up at the sun. It was already past noon and Old Liu was still lying on the ground not far away from me. From my angle, he seemed to be staring at me again.

"Brother Seven, let's think of a way to bury Old Liu." I couldn't stand to be lying next to a half-burned man.

Old Seven stood up and walked to Old Liu's side. He circled around Old Liu twice, "It's too big, it's not easy to bury. Take advantage of the weather, let's burn it again."

Maybe this is the punishment from the heavens for not observing the rules of the road, so we burned Old Liu again.

Maybe it was because the previous few times had already been burnt completely, but the burning this time was not very strong, but Old Liu's body did indeed shrank down by a lot.

Cripple drank the fish soup from the toilet bowl as the barbecue smell emitted from Old Liu's body. He temporarily forgot the pain in his tongue as Xiao Min was terrified of us burning the bodies.

Without any extra firewood, Old Liu only burned it for half an hour. However, the results were obvious.

"Buried." Old Seven is also a little sad, but I feel that what Old Seven is sad about is not the fact that a living person has been burnt to pieces, but because he had collected so much firewood and burnt it up just like that.

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