Chapter 12: Life History

The man's face showed a smug smile, but because the sharp pain in his arm was pulling his nerves, the smile looked a little hideous.

"Stinky boy, don't think that if you knock me down, you won, haha, as long as I have money, she won't leave, and she has to kneel and beg me."

The man smiled wildly, stood up with severe pain, and pinched the faint red flower on Liu Yan's chest with one hand: "Play as much as I want, fight with me, ouch......"

"Slut, get me to the hospital!"

Liu Yan helped the scumbag to walk out of the door, leaving Liu Lang alone in the same place.

"Stinky boy, you wait, it's not over between us!"

When the scumbag was leaving, he put down a cruel word, but Liu Lang didn't care about these things at all at this time.

Looking at the luxurious room, Liu Lang's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

It turns out that sometimes it's not easy to be a hero, and sometimes, being a hero has to pay a price!

Liu Lang's heart was very heavy, and even when he left this villa, he didn't even look back, and in his heart, he finally understood the truth of 'things gather like like, and dogs gather in groups'.

The female ghost Han Xiaoqi didn't speak from beginning to end, and she didn't even help, and at the moment when she watched Liu Lang beat the scumbag down, she was still inexplicably a little excited in her heart.

On the way back, the female ghost Han Xiaoqi walked beside Liu Lang and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?" ā€

"Hehe, nothing."

"But I don't think you're happy."

"What's there to be happy about?"

Liu Lang didn't want to speak, but the female ghost seemed to see something, and let out a long sigh: "Actually, you did it right, that kind of scumbag is the scum of society, and he should be beaten, if you don't make a move at that time, I will definitely be unable to help but clean up that scumbag, and I will even look down on you, well, it seems that I found the right person for you......"

The female ghost Han Xiaoqi suddenly said a bunch of inexplicable words, which shocked Liu Lang for a moment.

"What? What did you say? You're not just looking for me to worship you? ā€

"Hehe, of course not, but can you tell me why you're so good? I—I thought you were a soft egg! ā€

When she said this, the female ghost lowered her head in embarrassment.

As soon as Liu Lang turned his head, he saw Han Xiaoqi's shy appearance, and couldn't help but move in his heart, and secretly sighed: This female ghost is not terrible at all......

It is true that Liu Lang is afraid of ghosts, but to deal with one or two ordinary people, Liu Lang still has some means.

Liu Lang has always been skeptical about his origin.

In the eyes of outsiders, Liu Lang is just the son of an ordinary farmer, but Liu Lang's father always does some strange things, which makes Liu Lang a little dazed.

The two most obvious things are that since the day Liu Lang remembers, Liu Lang's father will give him a yellow pill every week, and he will leave home once every six months, and he will go for several days.

The taste of that pill was very bitter, but Liu Lang's father insisted on eating it, saying that it could strengthen his body.

Not to mention, he ate until he was eighteen years old, Liu Lang not only grew taller, but also had very strong flesh, and it was especially obvious that he was also very strong.

Liu Lang has always wanted to know what his father has eaten for him since he was a child, and where does he go every time he goes out? But Dad just refused to say it, and in the end he was forced to have no choice, so Dad said: "You'll know when you grow up." ā€

Liu Lang is depressed, he is now in his twenties, and he doesn't know anything yet.

Liu Lang is usually not aggressive, and for him, fighting is also a last resort.

Today really forced Liu Lang to be anxious, otherwise, he would not be so vicious.

After chatting with the female ghost Han Xiaoqi, Liu Lang's mood also improved, and his two hands unconsciously hooked Han Xiaoqi's shoulders, and said with a smile: "I'm done, let's say, what do you want me to do for you?" ā€

The female ghost's face turned red, and she quickly pushed Liu Lang's arm aside, and said in a coquettish voice: "It's not right now, I can't sue you, after a while, I will definitely sue you." ā€

As she spoke, the female ghost Han Xiaoqi disappeared again with a swish, which made Liu Lang look depressed again, and muttered: "Hey, if you don't see it, you'll be gone, and you won't even say hello, it's really rude." ā€

Liu Lang's heart knot opened, and his mood became much more cheerful, seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Liu Lang's stomach also gurgled open.

Looking at the sky, the sun has set, and there are more and more people coming out to shop.

It's okay to go back anyway, so why don't you just find a place to eat.

Liu Lang strolled around and unconsciously walked to a snack bar.

The snack bar doesn't look big, with only four tables in it, not even a single customer.

The owners were an elderly couple, who looked to be in their fifties, and were bored watching TV in the house.

Liu Lang saw that there were no guests inside, and he didn't want to go in, but it can be seen that there are no other restaurants nearby, and he is very hungry after a fight, so let's go in and eat two bites first. Thinking like this, Liu Lang pushed the door and entered the small restaurant.

The couple was watching a rerun of the most popular "Run, Brother" of the moment, and the old lady was laughing backwards.

When the old man saw the guests coming, he quickly stood up and greeted Liu Lang: "What do you want to eat?" ā€

The old man of the shop smiled, giving people a sense of kindness, which made Liu Lang feel a sense of love for his elders in a trance.

Seeing that the old man in the shop was so polite, Liu Lang hurriedly found a stool and sat down, and said, "Just come to a bowl of noodles and fill your stomach." ā€

"Holo."

The old man turned around and went to the kitchen to get busy. The shopkeeper didn't seem to notice Liu Lang's arrival at all, and was still watching the TV with great interest, bursting into laughter from time to time.

Liu Lang was idle and bored, and couldn't help but look at it twice. Not to mention, the actors in it are really hard enough, rolling in the mud happily.

Soon, Liu Lang was also attracted by those people, although he was not as exaggerated as the shopkeeper's smile, he also felt very happy.

After a while, the old man of the shop brought a bowl of fragrant hand-rolled noodles, just looking at the color, it made Liu Lang have a good appetite.

Liu Lang was very hungry, and he didn't care if it was hot or not, so he picked up the chopsticks and took a bite: "Well, it's so fragrant, it's delicious." ā€

Liu Langhu raised his head suspiciously, he didn't expect such an inconspicuous place to have such delicious noodles. Liu Lang glanced at the old man in the shop, couldn't help but stretch out his thumb, and said, "Uncle, you are absolutely amazing." ā€

"Hehe, I've lived most of my life, and that's all I have to do."

The old man smiled, sat down next to the old lady, and watched TV with relish.

Liu Lang watched while eating, watching the old man and the old lady sit together, watching TV with great interest, and inexplicably felt a kind of comfortable warmth.

Liu Lang was sweating profusely, and a piece of news suddenly appeared on the TV, like a crime scene.

Liu Lang didn't take the news to heart, but when he saw a pool of blood in the picture, the announcer said nervously: "There have been several serial murders recently, all of which were scratched on the chest and face, and the police have not had the slightest clue so far." ā€

"Hey, it's the seventh."

The old man suddenly sighed.

When Liu Lang heard this, he was immediately suspicious, looked up at the old man in the store and asked, "Uncle, do you know this?" ā€