Super Seminary: Opening through the Merlot Heaven

Chapter 52 Leisurely Daily

Ximen Lang has been a little annoying recently.

Since returning from Leng last time, the little angels have become more and more presumptuous.

Every time he looked at him, his eyes were very strange, what's more, Yan even took out the scissors once!

No, they got together again this afternoon, talking about the last battle between Ximen Lang and Xiongbing Company.

Especially for the No. [-] projectile that Miss Qilin sent out at the end, it was a pity.

"Why didn't you abolish him!"

"Yes, yes! What a pity!"

Even Little Moy agreed, and Ximen Lang had a black line on his forehead when he heard it.

In fact, it's not the little angels' fault. Speaking of which, it's still Ximenlang's fault.

Originally, the little angels despised Ximen Lang, a man who aspired to be the harem king.

But unexpectedly, after arriving on Earth, he became even worse!

Especially after having a relationship with Leng...

Originally, everyone can understand that the young couple closed their doors to do something that the people like to see.

But what makes the little angels unhappy is that they are too frequent!

In particular, they are all high-level angels, and any trouble in the entire villa area cannot escape their ears...

So every night is the most difficult time for them.

What's more, Ximen Lang is full of energy, sometimes not only at night, but even during the day...

Thanks to the good health of the little angels, otherwise...they would have developed dark circles long ago.

"Sister Yan, why don't we just cut him up! And save this day..." Ah Zhui's face was the most ugly.

At this time, Yan suddenly took out a pair of scissors from nowhere.

Clicking, clicking, very penetrating.

"What do you think, little Moy?"

Little Moy hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"I can see it."

Ximen Lang couldn't stand listening, these little angels are too presumptuous!
Boom boom boom!
None of the three little angels escaped, and each of them received a horrifying blow on their heads.

Ignoring Yan and Ah Zhui who were blowing their hair, and little Moy who was tearful, Ximen Lang scolded.

"You guys have gone against the sky!"

He snatched the scissors from Yan's hand again and squeezed them into iron lumps.

This thing must be eliminated, and they must not leave any opportunity for them to take advantage of it.

"Stare, what are you staring at, your skin is itchy again?"

What Ximen Lang said was rude, but it was normal, let alone Ximen Lang, any man couldn't bear it.

These little angels think about cutting themselves all day long, is that okay?
Hearing the commotion here, Leng also came over.Looking at the few people who were arguing again, he couldn't help stroking his forehead.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Can't you stop for a while?"

She was also helpless, since everyone lived together, Ximen Lang and the little angels had quarreled every now and then.

Every day is full of trivial matters, and she gets dizzy from the noise.But as a housewife, she couldn't ignore it.

Hey, all in all, it's hard to say.

Not only the little angels, but Ximen Lang also found the backbone and took the lead in complaining.

"Leng, take a look, I snatched it from Yan."

Looking at the iron lump in Ximen Lang's hand, he was at a loss.

"what is this?"

"Scissors! They actually want to cut me! What do you think they are thinking about every day? Leng, you have to take care of this!"

Looking coldly at the disdainful gazes of the little angels, she also understood the cause and effect, and her face was inevitably rosy.

Crack, knock off the scissors in Ximen Lang's hand.

"It's all a mess, Ximen Lang, you go out first, I'll have a good talk with them."

As he spoke, he didn't care whether Ximen Lang agreed or not, and pushed him out.

Ximenlang who walked out didn't care what Leng talked to the little angels.

Even if you think about it with your ass, you know that there will be no results. On the contrary, if you want to do something you like to do with Leng in the future, it will be more difficult...

But Ximen Lang couldn't say anything, so Ximen Lang didn't think about it.

Having nothing to do, he strolled around the villa area, and he became more and more bored with a flash of inspiration.

"Go and play with monkeys."

It is not difficult to find the monkey's residence, especially Ximen Lang also obtained the exact location of the monkey's residence in the Super Seminary.

Opening the Wings of Time and Space, he rushed all the way to Huaguo Mountain, passed through the scenic area until the gate of a villa in the so-called no-man's land, Ximen Lang stopped.

"Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey, I'm here to play with you."

After a long time, the monkey finally opened the door, looked at Ximen Lang helplessly, and sighed.

"What are you doing here?"

Ximen Lang didn't care about the monkey's obviously unwelcome attitude.

He bypassed the monkey and came to the living room on his own, and visited the monkey's villa curiously.

Not to mention, it's quite a breath of life, and there are all kinds of home appliances.

Seeing that Ximenlang was so shameless, the monkey felt helpless.

"What would you like to drink? Tea? Drink?"

"Is there beer?"

Monkey opened the refrigerator, took out a can of beer and threw it to Ximen Lang.

"I'll go, there really are."

Seeing Ximen Lang's feigned surprise, the monkey clenched his fists.

Yes, the monkey wanted to beat him up.

Seeing that the monkey was about to erupt, Ximen Lang didn't dare to get angry anymore, so he quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, Brother Hou, how come there are so many paintings and calligraphy in your family? Do you still have this hobby?"

"From a friend."

Ximen Lang looked at the "calligraphy and painting" on the wall and smacked his lips.

"Brother Monkey, it's not me who picks things up. You're not a good friend. The painting you gave to Brother Monkey is actually fake."

Monkey wondered.

"Who told you these were fake?"

"Isn't it obvious? Wu Daozi, this is a saint of painting! Hey, there is also a picture of the Qingming Festival. The Forbidden City doesn't have these objects."

The monkey stroked his forehead.

"I'll just ask you a question, when did I appear in the novel?"

"Ah... so to speak, these are all authentic works?"

Monkey shrugged.

"Otherwise? At that time, I remember that when it was still in the Tang Dynasty, Ducao was his prime minister. When I went to find him, I met Wu Daozi, and then there was this picture of walking chariots."

"The Picture of Shanghe during the Qingming Festival is similar. When I was drinking, I felt that I could chat with Xiao Zhang, and then he gave me this painting."

Ximen Lang didn't even know what to say.

"Then this sunflower..."

"I was very impressed with this painting. When I was traveling around the world, I met a young man who was painting in that part of Europe. I said casually that the painting was good, and then he desperately wanted to send his painting to Give it to me, I was crying so hard, I couldn't help it, so I accepted it, and then I kept it until now."

(End of this chapter)