Many people find it incredible that I suddenly appeared here.
Even though there were outsiders present, Huang Shihui still ignored the warning and shouted to me: "Children, let's go. Let's go to the meeting together. There is a good show to watch today."
"Come on, Mr. Tong. I will give you my bench and I will ask you to hug me."
"You don't have to give up the bench to the boy team. I'll hug Mr. Tong."
In the midst of the joy, a harsh and vicious voice sounded: "The black-hearted Bronze Lion has no right to attend the meeting!"
"We have been eating individual cans of luncheon meat in the disaster area these days. We are so tired that our skin peels and blisters form. What qualifications does he have to come to the meeting?"
In the Shenju team, Guo Haiqiang cast the most resentful look at him: "He only deserves to be here. He is not even qualified to attend."
"What happened? Our unparalleled heroes have actually been reduced to sitting on the bench without even a minimum admission ticket? It's too much, it's too chilling."
"Search and rescue dogs are still prepared to eat royal food."
"This is worse than a dog."
Wu Jiukan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, yelled ferociously: "What, what is the name of a dog that just throws a bone when it is needed?"
"Stray dog!".z.
"What a stray dog! Calling him a stray dog is just flattering him. That's a fucking wild dog!"
"Yes, yes, that's right. It's a wild dog."
"Stray dogs still have homes. Wild dogs don't even have a home."
The group of people who are running against me are all members of the Shen Bureau.
Everyone in the Shen Bureau hates me the most.
It was me who made them lose their accounts and accounts.
This group of people wanted to peel off my skin and stretch my tendons, then cut me into eight pieces and cut me into thousands of pieces. Finally, they would boil me into oil, refine the residue, crush my bones and scatter me into ashes. They couldn't understand the hatred in their hearts.
"I heard that the wild dog's lover died in Daba Mountain?"
"That's not true. He's going to die miserably."
"It was buried for twenty-two days before it was discovered. The bones were rotten and maggots were oozing from the body."
"At last year's headquarters annual meeting, that wild dog's fiancée must have died too."
"That's right. The wild dog's fiancée died even worse."
"According to Dingo's own revelations, her fiancée was first killed, then burned, and finally buried alive."
"This is retribution! Retribution!"
"Any woman who follows this wild dog will end up badly."
"Hey. What is this kind of fate called in the fortune book?"
"Six relatives are buried in the grave and killed seven times!"
"Yes! It's the sixth death of relatives in the grave and the seventh death!"
"This kind of fate is awesome. It can conquer the sky, the earth, parents, wife, children, superiors and inferiors. It can conquer everything that is impossible!"
"Whoever touches it will die!"
"Isn't that hopeless?"
Wu Jiukan raised his head and shouted in hatred: "It must be hopeless."
"Heavenly evil! Killed seven times! Six relatives are buried in the tomb! No one can rely on him! He will die alone!"
"Death without a burial place!"
As Wu Jiukan and others entered the venue, the heart-rending roar still echoed in my ears like a thunderous cloud.
I felt very uneasy and had an ominous premonition.
It seems, seems, maybe, should, is possible...
I've fallen into a trap again.
It was just hindsight that I reacted now, but it was already too late.
Since returning to the city, I have never been as eager to start a game and make fortunes for myself as I am at this moment.
Although I know this is the biggest taboo among fortune tellers.
I even regretted not leaving decisively before clearing the level. .z.
Now, I am the turtle in the urn.
Don’t you know how deep this pit will be?
If there were other pitfalls, it would be easy to say, if it was the Digoose Plan, I would not give in to anyone even to the death.
Everything will be revealed just by the end of the meeting.
"Hiss. Ouch. Hmm!"
"Hmm. Hiss..."
Suddenly, a low and deep cry of pain came from the simple bamboo door.
Within ten seconds, a man who looked like an old farmer appeared at the door with a hoe, holding the door in his hand and shouting with pain on his face.
Holding the hoe, the old farmer limped into the teahouse. Unable to stand, he sat on the ground, pinched his calf and moaned softly.
I quietly walked over and asked the old farmer, but the old farmer looked at me warily: "Why didn't you go to the meeting?"
"not qualified."
Hearing this, the old farmer asked curiously: "Which unit are you from?"
"No unit."
The old farmer glanced at me, suddenly showed pain and screamed again, pinching his calf with both hands, feeling unbearable pain: "Do me a favor..."
The old farmer has gray hair on his temples, a slight stoop, and is dressed very cheaply.
A ripped white vest, a pair of army green ripped trousers, and a pair of muddy camouflage shoes.
I squatted down, picked up the old farmer's trousers, and was suddenly surprised.
"Bitten by a snake?"
"Cauliflower snake."
There were four teeth marks on the old farmer's calf, and there was a slight redness around the wounds.
"Why didn't you go to the meeting?"
"Similar to you, I have no qualifications."
"Turtle son Xiazi, they said there are snakes here and they don't dare to start a gang here."
"I don't believe that such a good snake dares to steal my business."
Kai Ke is a Bashu dialect, which means cooking.
The old farmer shouted angrily and stepped on the snakeskin bag under his feet: "It's just a nest of cauliflower snakes, scaring them into such a ghostly appearance."
"I will kill all the children in their family and have a dragon and phoenix soup to beat their teeth in the evening."
I looked at the old farmer’s wound and confirmed that it was a non-venomous cauliflower snake.
The old farmer sprained his foot while catching the snake and his ankle was swollen.
"Are you the owner of a farmhouse?"
"What kind of boss? I'm just a cook..."
The old farmer paused and said in a loud voice: "You look like the boss."
"Worker."
Responding softly, I held up the old man's head and stretched his left foot back and forth. After several times, I pulled with all my strength.
After a slight crunch, the old man's head and ankles were reset, and his painfully twisted face slowly relaxed.
"Thank you young man."
Saying thank you, the old man carelessly picked up his vest and wiped the sweat from his head, letting out a long sigh of relief.
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