A tramp named Chun Er

Blue-haired sat on the sofa, frowning and closing his eyes, as if he was resting.

It was hard for Xiang Lei to imagine that he could be in a room with this kind of person peacefully at such a time, but obviously he had to go through him if he wanted to save Chun'er.He didn't even know the origin of this person, could he really save Chun'er based on his one-sided words?But there is really no better way now.

The room was quiet, only the click of the clock and the sound of the two breathing one after another.After all, there was really nothing to say between the two of them.

The sky gradually darkened, the two of them had their own minds, and neither of them thought to turn on the lights. Outside the window was the bustling ancient street, and various neon lights shone through the window on the coffee table on the mirror, reflecting colorful lights.A yellow headlight flashed outside the window, then reversed, and after a moment the lights went out.

Sensing this unusual light, Lan Mao opened his eyes and glanced at Xiang Lei.After noticing that the other party also had a serious expression, he sat up straight and smoothed the wrinkles of his clothes, and smoothed his slightly messy blue hair with both hands.Then he clenched his fists and quietly waited for someone to open the door and went upstairs in the dark.

With a bang, the light was turned on.The person who came was big and round, with a big gold chain hanging around his neck, and his body was covered with tattoos except his face.Followed by two younger brothers with similar styles, he is a flamboyant man. If the season is suitable for scenic spots, he should wear a mink to show off in the market.

After turning on the light, Lan Mao stood up, straightened his back, and stood up straight: "Brother Mao~"

The visitor raised his hand at Lanmao and sat down opposite him.The subordinate immediately lit a cigarette for him.

He exhaled a puff of smoke rings, squinted his eyes, and said sarcastically in a rough voice with an accent: "Don't know, you'd better call me Maozi, so I can listen to you." After a pause, he took another puff of cigarette, Then he snuffed out the cigarette with his fingers and flicked it, hitting the ashtray impartially.He said, "Sit down and talk, Brother Feng, aren't you tired standing with a hole in your stomach?"

Hearing him say that, Lan Mao was neither surprised nor polite, anyway, standing like this, he felt that the wound was about to open again.So after sitting down slowly, a smile continued to spread on his face: "Brother Mao is really well informed~"

"Hmph." Brother Mao twitched his lips and let out two cold laughs. After looking around, he skipped Xiang Lei who was on the sidelines with a tense and guarded face.He continued: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Brother Mao, don't pretend to be confused." Lan Mao leaned forward, without a trace of a smile on his face, and stared at the visitor seriously: "I have stayed in Wanjia these years, what I should know and what I should not know I know it all. Since you know exactly why I have a hole in my stomach, you should also understand why I came to you. "

"Haha, then the wise will stop talking secretly. What do you want to do?"

"All family spirits are exhausted. But this summer is coming, the sky is dry, and there will always be some lunatics who will accidentally play with firecrackers." Lan Mao's indifferent eyes are the same as his blue hair, saying this It can emit cold ice when talking, and there is no temperature at all.

Maozi put down his upturned Erlang legs, and looked at Lan Mao carefully up and down. His eyes were like X-rays, and he wished to see the inside of the person through the flesh. He asked, "Why? You are desperate. Alright."

"Is it bad for you? Or are you afraid?" Lan Mao's sharp gaze met Mao Zi's equally sharp gaze, and the tense atmosphere between the two was crackling.

There was something in Lan Mao's words. Although Xiang Lei didn't understand it very well, he still had some idea in his heart. It sounded like murder and arson...

Xiang Lei has always been an honest person, and at this moment he was somewhat frightened: "What are you going to do?"

Hearing the voice, the two looked at each other with murderous intent.Maozi looked at Lei as if he had just realized that there was still someone sitting in the room.He asked Lan Mao with puzzled eyes.

Lan Mao didn't turn his head back, he still looked directly at Mao Zi, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "There are some things that you and I can't do well."

Maozi looked at Lan Mao, sat back to the original position, put Erlang's legs on his knees, and looked at him with a strong smile: "You are very thoughtful. When?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Xiang Lei watched the two go back and forth.There are countless question marks in my heart.But no one gave him an answer.

Lan Mao ignored Lei and continued, "Nine o'clock tomorrow night."

"Okay, wait for my news." Maozi stood up, said this and left.Blue Hair didn't stand up, but just watched him go.

Xiang Lei couldn't hold back anymore, he stood up, looked down at Lan Mao and said with gritted teeth, "What the hell are you going to do?"

Lan Mao raised his head and rolled his eyelids, looking at Xiang Lei with a somewhat innocent look: "Save your Chun'er."

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The author has something to say:

This chapter is a bit short, but after much deliberation, it is still appropriate to conclude here.Babies, I'm going to zoom in on the next chapter!