Tang Gu raised his head, frowned slightly, shook his head, and said a few words silently.

Lin Shuang can now read lips and can tell that she said: She doesn't want to go there.

I was speechless and didn't ask her to come over.

He made a gesture, pointed at the painting, and shook his finger, hoping that she would understand.

Tang Gu raised his hand, speaking silently and signing in sign language.

"Do you think Yang Guo is stupid? There is a cave at the bottom of Jueqing Valley. How come he didn't notice it? How many meters away can it be?"

Lin Shuang smiled and signed back: "The author wrote randomly, but you still take it seriously? It's not that Yang Guo is stupid, it's you that are stupid!"

Tang Gu then gestured: "You actually call me stupid? I hate it!"

Lin Shuang: "Don't think about whether these are available or not. What other homework is there for today?"

Tang Gu: "I'm not in the mood today. I don't seem to have the energy to do anything."

Lin Shuang: "Are you sick?"

Tang Gu: "I don't know, I'm very upset." He turned around and went into the house.

Lin Shuang sighed.

look around.

Of course, there are countless regrets and all kinds of cruelty in the story of the Condor. Lin Shuang has not read the original work very much, but only knows a few generals. He is the kind of logical obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he will ignore things that are not reasonable and outside the setting.

I can't stand it.

After all, those are stories made up by others.
Chapter completed!