Doomsday Wonderland: 2019 Spring Festival Gala (?) Disaster Scene

Lin Sanjiu suddenly discovered this year that not only did she have a place to celebrate the Spring Festival, but she also had someone to join her in the fun. It was like a mouse suddenly finding itself in a rice vat when she turned around. She didn't mention it to anyone. She had been busy working, spanking her feet and buttocks, collecting supplies everywhere, beating out a bag of other evolvers for two kilograms of eggs, picking wild flowers from all over the mountains and fields, and pasting white paper on the door of the spaceship to paint it red. The paint was painted everywhere, which made Salis angry. He called someone, got hung up on, and continued to call people... After a series of preparations, he finally found everyone he could find. The following is a clip that was [accidentally] recorded by Saleis' security system.

1.

"Kill me if you can," Bohemia's long sleeves covered the table. She lay in the middle of the table like a Thanksgiving turkey, saying she was born For the first time in the future, he was so righteous and solemn and looked down upon death: "I **** won the Landlord game just now."

"You won like hell!" Kurosawa Ji threw the remaining playing cards into her face, and the chair clattered when he stood up, "Do you think I can't see you exchanging cards with her?"

Bliss lowered his head quietly and said nothing.

"You remembered it wrong," Bohemian said without changing his expression, "You had a bad memory after eating too much candy. That was the last handful."

"I haven't come before the last one!" Kurosawa Ji said this, paused, and thought about it. "Not yet!"

2.

"Give him a little," Lin Sanjiu, whose hands were covered with flour, poked his head out of the back kitchen of the restaurant and whispered: "...You are so smart, think of a way. It's a New Year's Eve."

Although he didn’t understand what the Chinese New Year was, the gift bag still pretended to understand and nodded. He couldn't bear to leave for a moment, so he circled around his sister twice, leaned up and smelled the smell of chives in her hair, and his face suddenly wrinkled into an eighty-year-old look. "What is this!"

"Don't you like it?" Lin Sanjiu was a little flustered, "Can I have three fresh dishes? Can I make shrimps for you?"

From the back kitchen came the voice of Bohemia, who was so irritated that he was about to explode: "If you don't want to cook the shrimp, I won't peel it! I want to go out and play!"

"I'll do it!" Lin Sanjiu said as he entered the kitchen.

Like a puppy whose owner has entered the cafe, the gift bag wandered around the door in confusion for a few times before heading to the restaurant.

When he walked next to the headless man, he stretched his neck and looked inside the collar.

"Should we cut a hole and pour the soup in?" he muttered.

3.

"Really, brother, I can't drink anymore," Yu Yuan bit his tongue twice with these words, tears came out, "You are too good at drinking, I, I can't."

The fat white boy Bo'erwa slapped the table and stood up. Her face was so red that her facial features could not be seen clearly: "Drink! Isn't this the Chinese New Year?"

"But aren't you Russian?"

Boerwa thought for a while. When a Russian sees wine, it's like alcohol meets fire. This question made him calm down for a few seconds from his blazing drinking soul: "That's right."

Yu Yuan wiped away his tears. "I don't understand," he whispered, "I am also a data body, how can you drink the data body under the table..."

At this time, someone banged on the door several times. Yu Yuan rushed over as if hearing the sound of nature, and saw a headless man standing at the door; before he was startled, he heard a voice from the ground: "...Is there a wine shop? 1. Let's drink together, come. ”

Although he didn't understand the significance of these things, Yu Yuan gratefully brought both the headless man and the bearded man into the house. When he quietly closed the door and left, he vaguely heard someone say in the room: "Don't look at him without a head, he can drink! Come on, just pour it in like this... I just saw it in the restaurant..."

[Thank you everyone for the New Year red envelopes! I hope everyone will act according to their ability. I think there are still people who say they should save money and send me money. You say that I am not a peripheral honey, and I am not a **** addict. How easy it is for people to misunderstand you... Let’s celebrate the New Year. What should I do if I am banned again? 】

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