The black-robed man said, "What do you say?"

The boss of the iron shop turned around and smiled, "Of course, seeing that you are not a local, presumably your person is not the head snake here, but he can imitate the local gangsters here vividly, how can you not say that he is good?"

Li Ge held the fan, and saw the Canghai sword sleeve and white boots pulling the divine doctor all the way, and when he approached, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with the fan, his cheeks were slightly red, and a pair of beautiful eyes were lined with tenderness like water, Wu Nong chuckled softly: "Forget your feelings, I see that you have become more and more clear recently, and the rest of the belt is so wide, it is all hanging down to the waist, I have to help you change it when I catch up with Ming'er." ”

Canghai was so ashamed of the sentence "forgetfulness" that he blushed with shame, and hurriedly peeked at the divine doctor, but saw that the divine doctor's eyes were spinning around his waist and crotch with bad intentions, and he crooked his mouth and laughed, and couldn't help blushing even more, and he didn't dare to blame the divine doctor a little, his footsteps didn't stop, he only looked back at Li Ge, and said: "Your son-in-law loves this long belt, and it seems to be a little thicker." It was displeased, but seeing that Li Ge was clearly poured, he couldn't help but soften his voice, and smiled gently.

When I turned my head, I saw that the doctor's face was blue again.

"Hmph," said the divine doctor, "the waist is thick, but the legs are short." ”

Canghai raised his eyebrows and was speechless, and Li Ge behind him giggled: "Brother Rong Cheng is jealous?

The divine doctor couldn't help but let out a happy sigh. Just when Canghai thought that he had finally changed his mind and stopped being angry, the divine doctor turned his face and saw him, and his face sank.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

It was an auspicious time for execution.

Nakamura was still singing.

The dry boss is still wary of Nakamura.

Ma Yan sat diagonally in front of the dry boss, still holding the wine and calculating.

Kato's men sat by the door, still staring at Nakamura.

The hateful old man in the porcelain shop stood in front of the door, still glaring at the boss.

The old closet is still attached to the side of the dry boss.

Nakamura was already a little drunk.

The boss was also a little drunk.

"Qian, Qianjun......" Nakamura's face was flushed, and he burped with alcohol, patted the back of the boss and said loudly: "I'm going to tell you a secret!"

"What, what secret?" said Boss Qian, who stood up slowly, and laughed. Stretching out his arm over the large round table, he took an unopened piece of old wine.

The old man at the porcelain shop in front of the door was full of hatred, and suddenly slowly drew the short sword at his waist.

The sharp silver light of the snow was 108,000 miles away, just dangling in Ma Yan's eyes. The essence that made Ma Yan's eyes flicker was as bright as a sharp blade. Ma Yan slowly put down the face-covering wine bowl.

Nakamura smiled. Laughing breathlessly. laughed so much that he blocked his body in front of the dry boss. Hold the shoulders of the dry boss. The boss stood still and smiled steadily, holding the wine jar. The old man was busy hugging him.

The old fellow took a half-step foot and paused halfway through. And gently put it on the ground.

Nakamura kept laughing and said intermittently, "This secret...... This secret is known to only a very few people...... People who can't keep it...... Ha Lu Ha ......"

Boss Qian laughed drunkly: "People who can't be conservative...... How?"

"People who can't be conservative...... People who can't be conservative ......" Nakamura and the dry boss were slightly open. Stretched out his finger and pointed: "Ha Luha, I know you in the next way...... You want to lie and say it...... Hey...... Don't be fooled when you go down......"

"Ha Lu Ha ......" The dry boss patted open the mud and poured wine with his head up.

The old man from the porcelain shop stepped forward. Gently, although the house was noisy.

Slowly, although no one noticed him except Ma Yan.

Of course, he didn't know that Ma Yan was watching him.

The old man whispered in the ear of the boss Qian: "Oh, big brother, don't drink it......" Raising his eyes, a white light suddenly cut his eyeballs, it was a murder weapon!

The old man saw the old guy clenching his short sword and glaring at the boss fiercely, and his heavy steps approached step by step.

"But the secret can be told to Qianjun!"

The old man immediately left the boss and strode towards the old man.

Ma Yan slowly stood up from the stool.

"What's the secret?" said Boss Qian.

Nakamura shouted desperately: "Kato is being killed......!"

Kato's men suddenly rose together. The knife on his waist is pulled out inch by inch. On the way to Nakamura.

Some of Kato's men stumbled under their feet, and when they looked back, they saw one holding a short sword with hatred in their eyes.

The old man stretched out his hand to the old man, and suddenly saw a group of Dongying people drawing knives and standing up.

"What are you doing?!" the old closet shouted angrily to attract the attention of the Japanese cowards, and everyone couldn't help but clench their blades when they saw someone draw their swords.

"That's right! Kato's old turtle is killing!"

The Japanese looked at Kato's subordinates and suddenly realized, and the sound of drawing swords came and went.

The old man still has to rush forward.

The old close-up hurriedly stopped.

"Ha Lu Ha Ha

Ma Yan's eyes were fixed on a stoneware wine jar. The stoneware wine pot is being held high above the head of the dry boss.

"Hah......!"

Nakamura laughed and suddenly frustrated.

The dry boss shook his hands hard.

The crowd drew their knives and moved their hands.

Nakamura fell drunk under the table.

The earth-shattering "snapping" sounded!

Tranquility spreads like a tsunami!

"What?!"

"How?!"

"Ah——!h

The Japanese held the knife and did not move.

The old man grabbed the old guy and turned back.

Stoneware wine pots shattered to the ground. Shattered on the side of Nakamura's head. Patches are bloody.

The dry boss staggered on both feet.

Nakamura's head is red and meandering.

Slowly, it flows into a small pool under the head. Bright red, constantly expanding.

Boss Qian suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

The old man gradually loosened the old man's shirt.

The old man pushed him away and ran out the door.

More than 100 people gathered at the venue, and there was silence.

Only the wild laughter of the dry boss tearing his throat and piercing the roof swirled and echoed.

Sunny and scorching sun. Eerie and bone-chilling.

Sunset. Sprinkle the earth.

There is a ruined temple in the western suburbs of Yongping. The plaque is so old that you can only see one word clearly: temple.

The plaque was respectfully placed on the ground, leaning against the gray wall, with an intact blue brick on the left and right feet. It can be seen that it is respectful and respectful, and the temple in the world is not dusty.

Because the hall where this plaque was hung is gone, even the beams of the house are gone. Only this plaque. Remember his name and surname, and stay in the place of his birth.

Behind the plaque are dozens of flat-roofed tiled houses. Only the first dozen or so are half-new and not old.

The rest of the houses, even the tiles are rotten.

The main room is particularly magnificent. Although it was repaired the day after tomorrow, I also wanted to see that the incense was prosperous that day.

The main room is silent.

But from the next room came the sound of drinking and fistfighting. All are men.

"That's it...... This is ...... here."

There is no strength and a male voice. A pair of black boots stepped in front of the temple. Dust is fine.

Yu Yin holds the iron flute in his left hand. In his right hand, he held a young man with a blue nose and swollen face.

However, after standing for a while while at the plaque, he still walked inward with his belt in his hand. As if there was nothing.

The setting sun shone on the sand of the land. The young man was gently thrown into the sand in front of the main house, but fell heavily to the ground. I fell so loudly that I felt dizzy and couldn't get up at all.

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