Although I have some clues as to who hosted the banquet for them fourteen years ago, I have never dared to draw a conclusion.
"Before eating, we must tell you the rules. Don't ask about the source, don't take pictures, and don't leak secrets." Nighthawk said the rules in a serious manner, while drinking wine for them one by one without showing any signs of strangeness.
"Of course, it would be perfect if there was an accompaniment today." A chubby woman chatted with the person next to her.
"Yes, yes, just like last time, Commander Liao..." Before he could finish his words, he was pushed back by the looks of other companions.
Nighthawk's expression remained normal. It turned out to be him. It seemed that his siblings had the foresight to let him cut off his wife early.
As the so-called luminous cup of grape wine, the nighthawk signaled everyone to hold the cup high in the setting sun at noon.
"Cheers!"
Everyone's face was filled with a superior attitude that they thought was noble. Even the children imitated the adults and drank the congratulatory wine.
"I've had a drink, when will it start?" a gentle-looking old scholar asked.
"Don't worry, it's coming soon..." His smile was so shallow that it looked like a mockery. At that moment, someone wanted to get up and teach him etiquette as an elder.
Who would have thought, "Ah ah ah...Grandpa, my hand..." The weakest child was the first to react.
The flesh on the little hands burst open layer by layer like peeling an onion, like a blooming flower. Then there were the elderly men, whose skin was like a wall in disrepair, and the folds were torn first... Everyone's face was full of excitement, "Ah! What's going on?"
"Ah...it hurts...your face too..." The cries one after another sounded like symphony music to Nighthawk's ears, which was indescribably wonderful.
"Child of the Ye family, how dare you...if your grandfather knew about it, he would not spare you." The middle-aged man who was slow to respond to the drug's effects threatened to take control of the situation.
After hearing this, Nighthawk loosened the tie at the collar with one hand and said sarcastically: "My grandfather has a message to tell everyone. The debts from fourteen years ago should be settled. No one who owes that child can think of being alone and enjoying his old age." He took his time and spoke alone, regardless of whether they still had time to listen.
"Uhhhhh...Night Owl! What a Night Owl!"
Nighthawk is Nighthawk's grandfather, a weird old man with a long beard.
"Ahhhh... why! That's just a defective product, a rag." In the past, unqualified children in the training camp were collectively called defective products, and they didn't deserve to waste a bullet even if they died.
"Ah... Grandpa, it hurts..."
"Children of the Ye family, children are innocent. Can you please spare them? Please!" The tearful plea seemed so ironic and ridiculous now.
"Please, stay behind!"
"Wow..." The children's cries just suppressed their prayers.
A family of men and women, old and young, knelt down and kowtowed, and kept hearing: "We were wrong, we were wrong..."
"Dong dong dong..." The dull and undulating sound of kowtows caused Nighthawk to slightly raise his sword eyebrows and yell angrily: "Now I kneel down and pray to stay behind, but at that time did you give him a chance to pray for his life!"
He swung the utensils all over the table to the ground, and the scattered broken glass showed his boundless anger: "Today, no one can get out alive!"
Looking down from a high position, he naturally saw the small movements of a middle-aged man next to him. The man exclaimed loudly: "Is the defective product from 14 years ago still alive?"
"Grrrr... what do you say!" He deliberately lowered his voice and walked closer, kicking the man in the head. His jaw was directly dislocated, and the phone and his hand were shattered under Nighthawk's feet.
He wants to make the culprit on the other end of the phone panic from now on.
The fun has just begun. One or two... piercing screams filled the entire villa building. The flesh on their bodies fell off at the touch of a touch, and each looked like a big-headed ghost. Seeing what they looked like now.
Nighthawk couldn't help but blush. At that time, Zuo Yang was lying like this in the oil paper, half-deadly calling him "brother". They were just paying off their debts today, and they didn't deserve his pity and sadness.
The white bones were strewn about in an orderly manner. The performance was finally over. Nighthawk, with cold eyes, walked out of the villa with a gentleman's steps and got into the car. He drove for about five minutes and pressed the button at hand.
There was a "bang" in the grass of No. 388 Linton Villa, and a black box was blown away. This was the magnetic field jammer he personally studied. Presumably, at this time, a hunter had received the radio wave and headed towards the villa.
But it has nothing to do with him anymore. He still has a gadget that needs to be followed up and developed, so he is very busy.
When the lanterns first came on, Wuyou woke up. Zuo Yang was guarding her by her side. She was puzzled: "Husband, aren't you sleepy?"
"I just woke up too, my dear." He gently tucked her hair behind her ears, and after all the fuss, her face shrank by a full circle, which made him feel uncomfortable and his eyes hurt.
"Husband, I had a nightmare." He said, lying on Zuo Yang's chest and started to cry again, "Fool, it's just a dream."
She stood up and said, "I'm going to wash my face." After saying that, she ran away. Zuo Yang knew that this girl was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable and secretly hid and cried.
"Holy shit! Husband, our house has been robbed!" Her cheerful voice sounded. Zuo Yang knew that she had adjusted well, so he stood up and looked for her.
A mess of clothes was spread out on the ground in an unorganized manner, and scattered wood chips were everywhere.
"Husband, are we too asleep? Look, our house has been demolished." She pointed blankly at the broken Yizi and half of the door.
Zuo Yang immediately received the message in her eyes and responded: "Madam, quickly take a look to see if you have lost any precious underwear sets."
As soon as the words came out, the two couldn't help laughing anymore, and her little feet took the opportunity to step on his big feet: "Bad husband, bad husband, you are a hungry ghost."
He scooped up the charming and innocent beauty who was causing trouble, and approached him: "Is it bad? He is only bad to the madam, and he is only greedy for the beauty of the madam." The passionate kiss deepened the connection between them, and he vowed to You can't suck all her blood away.
He pampers her when she wants to make trouble, he spoils her when she wants to go crazy, and he stays with her when she pretends to be stupid. As long as she is by his side, he will be happy with her in poverty and hell, just because her love is engraved in his heart.
"Um...husband." She cooed, making him want to mount his gun and fight the beauty right now, but he still managed to hold back in time.
She deserves the best in the world, and he is confident that he will overcome all difficulties on the day when the two exchange wedding rings, and on that day, in the temple of God, with the blessing of all angels, he will personally put on her a legitimate crown!
At that time, she was his bride, the honey he could pick alone.
He hugged her sideways and said softly: "Are you hungry, madam? Let's go eat something delicious."
"Okay" She loved him so much that he was so tender, just like the male protagonist in the novel, people couldn't help but cheer, "A beloved man is like this, and I am like a fine gentleman."
