"Mr. Jing?" Feng bujue immediately understood the meaning of this term."Oh ... It's duskface (in Beijing Opera, the word 'clean' is usually called duskface, meaning 'clean','Deputy clean', and 'clean' correspond to duskface,'duskface','duskface','duskface','duskface', and 'duskface')?"
"Don't try to fool me. " Mr. Jing was surprised that brother Jue understood what he meant by that form of address, but he did not plan to continue the conversation."How should I address you? A jinx?"
"Sure," Feng bujue laughed."You can call me corvine mouth."
"Hmph ..." Mr. Jing snorted coldly."Then, I'll start to set the question. You jinx."
As he spoke, he picked up the pen and paper in front of him.
"Please." Feng bujue held his drink and supported himself with one elbow on the table. (The cart was about 1.25 meters tall, and for an average adult, as long as they leaned forward, they could rest with their elbow on the table.) He answered easily.
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