Jiang Kongqing was on the phone, bragging happily.
"It rained heavily the day Yu Ye died! It rained harder than the day Yiping came home to ask for money!"
The friend on the phone was forced to put on speakerphone and looked at Yu Ye beside him timidly.
"Yes... Is it...?"
"Hey, isn't it! A kind-hearted person like me not only burned two kilograms of paper for him, but also burned two beautiful sisters for him!"
Yu Yeheshan looked at his friend: "Didn't you say that she unfortunately died of cancer?"
Jiang Kongqing, who had three sets of lightning rods installed in his home, said: "Why don't you speak? Do you not believe me? Let me tell you, everything I say is false! I was struck by lightning on a sunny day! I was hit by a car when I went out!"
There was a rumble, a thunder, and a car, and the two of them entered the world of scary nursery rhymes.
[Copy 2: Suspicious clouds in the school.
[Clue: Teacher, teacher, old teacher, catch the teacher and fry him.
Safe day by day, battle royale by night.
Child-eating Jiang Kongqing put bloody lipstick on his mouth and heated up the oil in a pot.
"Cover it in egg wash, add bread crumbs, and fry it until golden and crispy. It's so fragrant."
The naughty children who had just transformed into ghost forms and were about to fire their teacher were trembling.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a kid stewed in an iron pot?"
Intention: If there is a misunderstanding and you don't explain it, you will be struck by lightning and thrown into the infinite flow.