Go to the high-rise building in Zhunan and give a shout: God and ghosts are enemies, Master Wu Luo is here——

The people who wanted to flock to try to kill him, and the people who got rich overnight were not ten thousand but eight thousand.

"Well. They don't recognize me."

The implication is that most of the people I have seen are dead.

Qiu Bodeng glanced at him sideways.

No wonder, Zuo Yuesheng coveted this guy's bounty so much, and even compiled a statistical table of "One Night Rich in the World: One", but after meeting several times, he didn't recognize it... Also, so many legends, all There is no positive description of what he looks like, the key word is one knife per person, and he doesn't even know what kind of knife.

Not to mention, after the leader of the ten witches became famous, the solo swordsman suddenly swept the world.

——A swordsman wants to touch the light of this ruthless man.

Qiu Bodeng thought for a moment.

There are too many imitators, but they cover up the real master... Could this be the fan effect?

He put the solitary figure of the solitary teacher Luo Qingsuan on the brightly lit stage, and below it was a group of men dressed in big, three rough, monsters, ghosts and ghosts holding the light signs and shaking vigorously, shouting "Alo Aluo, my role model", And then one, two, three, four, again...

Qiu Bodeng didn't hold back, he laughed.

Shi Wuluo looked at him blankly.

"Aluo, my role model... ah ha ha!"

Qiu Bodeng turned to him and stared at him with a sullen face. After three seconds of seriousness, his waist bent down again.

"No, no! I can't walk anymore!"

He held Shi Wuluo's shoulders, and laughed until he leaned forward and closed his back. He accidentally knocked his chin on Shi Wuluo's shoulder blade, and suddenly "ouch", he leaned back.

Shi Wu Luo responded very quickly, grabbed his waist and stopped the person back.

He was a little taller than Qiu Bodeng, and his warm breath after hugging him was like fine sand, hitting his chest, making him feel hot through his clothes. Qiu Bodeng was already thin, and the waist under his fingers was even more slender... I don't know if it was really possible to wrap it around with one hand, Shi Wuluo instinctively tightened the tiger's mouth.

The jaw was suddenly bumped.

Qiu Bodeng raised his head and looked at him blankly: "Have you squeezed enough?"

Shi Wuluo's ears burned instantly.

This time, not even optics can save him...

Qiu Bodeng slapped his hand off.

Aggressively turned around and left.

Shi Wuluo was rarely embarrassed, and followed not too far.

The ancient alley is very long, but the walls are not very high. Some moss grows in the gaps of the gray walls, and the sunlight shines obliquely, stacking the shadows of the two people in front of each other, and cast half of them on the ground and half on the wall. Shi Wuluo turned his head and saw the shadow walking with people, walking past the gray wall mottled with moss, as if walking through the silent years of raindrops, new moss emerging and old moss.

It just kept going like this, and it didn't seem to be a bad thing.

Qiu Bodeng stopped.

"What's wrong?" Shi Wuluo asked in a low voice.

Qiu Bodeng turned his head expressionlessly: "Where does Zuo Yuesheng live?"

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Zuo Yuesheng grabbed the collar with one hand and fanned the wind, twisted the suona with the other, and kicked the door aggressively.

The smell of alcohol came.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

Lu Jing hugged a jar and rolled to the ground, snoring while snoring, and slept so well that he had nothing to do with "Young Pian Pian", blinding his pretty face.

Zuo Yuesheng turned to the table next to him and glanced.

The best snow rice paper was wrinkled like a rag, the top-quality Boshan stone inkstone dried up, and the first-class zihao pen was fried like a squirrel's tail... However, compared to last night, only eleven words were added on the paper, and the His mother's is: the sixth fold wrist lock is in love with the bracelet for this life.

Lu, ten, one, how are you!

Zuo Yuesheng was pissed off!

Yesterday, Lu Jing was in the hutong of Honglan Street, swearing that he could write the "Returning Dream Order" with three or four folds. As a result, as soon as he returned to the "Wu Shexuan" arranged by Shanhai Pavilion, the guy started to act as a demon after biting half a stick of incense... After a while, he said that the stool was too low, and it was not comfortable enough to sit on, which affected his performance; He said that the pen and paper were too bad, which hindered his writing; later, he said that he would like to have some good wine, and the ancient poets drank the famous poems alone...

Zuo Yuesheng pinched his nose and believed his nonsense, seeing that the senior sisters in Wenfang School were full of praise for the first few folds of "Return to Dreams" that he brought to Fu Ke.

It was changing tables and chairs again, and it was good wine and meat. In the end, wanted to oversee and was kicked out.

The reason is: your breathing affects my thoughts.

"I didn't write down that I'm a dog!" "What is the sixth fold, who are you looking down on? At least 30% off?!" Let's go, let's go." Recalling Lu Jing's vow last night, Zuo Yuesheng almost killed this guy with a hammer.

"call"

Lu Jing held the wine jar, turned over, and rolled to Zuo Yuesheng's feet.

Zuo Yuesheng took a deep breath, first stuffed two balls of cotton into his ears, then picked up the suona, put it close to Lu Jing's head, and puffed out his cheeks—

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Lu Jing fought with a carp.

"Your uncle's, went to the grave early in the morning?!"

Lu Jing tried his best to block his ears, but he couldn't stop the ecstasy voice at all, and his head was full of rampages.

"Stop! Stop! Stop—"

Zuo Yuesheng ignored him, his cheeks were bulging, and he was blowing more and more vigorously, dripping, and out of rhythm.

There was no need to sober up soup or pour cold water. Lu Jing, who had been hungover all night, was sobered by him as never before, and when he got up with a grunt, his facial features rushed up to grab his suona.