[Pan Xie] Today and He Xi

Knowing that my recent strange state seems to be related to Poor Oil Bottle, the curiosity that has been dusty in my heart for a long time is a little bit around the corner, which makes me want to explore.But at the moment my state is really terrible, there is still bloody smell from biting my lip in my mouth, my nose is so sore, not to mention my limp left hand.I covered my face, blinked away the embarrassing physical tears, and looked at the black glasses that suddenly appeared.

The man seemed to be very interested in me, and I couldn't see his expression even wearing sunglasses, but he didn't feel any kindness.I was a little terrified by his laughter, and I unconsciously leaned against Poker Bottle.

I really despise my reaction... Even though this person broke my hand just now, I subconsciously approached him, as if I would feel at ease with him around.

Seeing my reaction, the black glasses smiled more and more ambiguously, but for some reason, I felt his whole body tense up.

"Mute, where is this kid coming from?" He still looked at me, but his words were full of meaning that he didn't take me to heart.Poker-Face ignored him, just stared at me for a while, and then put his hands on my shoulders.I was watched by him, and I chose not to resist very hopelessly.

"Really." Poker-Face squeezed my bones, it didn't take much effort, but it made me feel very comfortable.But I don't understand the two words he said, but they all seem to know who I am, or in other words, know my face.But the black glasses seemed to understand, my body relaxed, and I didn't feel that chill anymore.

"Who are you guys?" I finally couldn't help asking the black glasses, the guy Pokerfoil would definitely ignore me, but the black glasses didn't seem like a dull person.No matter what he said, I am confident that I can find some clues.

Sure enough, he didn't ignore me like a stuffed oil bottle. Instead, he looked at me with great interest for a while, and asked me, "What do you think? Little Third Master."

"You know my third uncle?" Most of the people who would call me "little third master" were under the third uncle's subordinates.But the black glasses don't look like those guys, and they don't show any respect to the third uncle, so I don't know who it is.

"The third master's name, as long as he is a gangster in the Tao, he will naturally know it." Hei Glasses said so, but his attitude was casual.I felt chills when I saw his appearance. This guy seems to have no scruples about the third uncle. What if he is the enemy of the Wu family...

But although I was a little flustered in my heart, there was no trace on my face.If not so long ago, I certainly would not have been able to do this and would not have thought of it, but now controlling my expression is as familiar to me as breathing, at least I will not show my timidity easily.And this also made the black glasses more serious.

"Young Master, you are so kind." The black glasses "praise" me in an indifferent manner, and then walked towards me. Even though the sunglasses blocked it, I could feel him staring at my face all the time.Let me go, this kid can't be glass, can he? !I thought of what he had said about Pokerfing just now, and my face turned green immediately, but there was a wall behind me, and I was about to lean over to Pokerfing, when I remembered that these two people were clearly in the same group.Just as he was feeling depressed, the black glasses had already stood in front of him, looking at me carefully, his nose was almost close to my face.I was covered in hairs, my back was leaning against the wall, but my expression remained as motionless as a mountain.

"Since you are also people of the Tao, you probably don't want to become enemies with my third uncle." I actually don't think they will be afraid of my third uncle, and the beam has already been formed, and they are more likely to kill me to silence them.I don't think I can beat them, but I'm not a vegetarian either.When I faced Poker Bottle just now, my mind was muddled, but now I am very clear-headed.

The black glasses can't see the change of my expression, but can detect the tension of my body.He raised his eyebrows, but when he was about to say something, he suddenly stopped, his expression very disbelieving.

The dagger that I had been carrying with me all this time, and which I had just forgotten for a while while facing Poker Bottle, was right on his waist and eyes, and the sharp enough edge had already scratched his clothes.

"A man's kidney can't be damaged. I only have one hand now, and it's not very secure." I raised my eyebrows and smiled, knowing in my heart that the moment I took out the dagger, I entered the familiar and wonderful state again, that kind of controlling the whole situation. This is the first time I have experienced this familiar and strange feeling in my waking state.Just suddenly, I really want to smoke...

"Of course." The black glasses are still sloppy, but I know that as long as I am distracted, he can violently subdue me at any time.Of course I won't give him this chance. After all, the current situation is due to the contempt for me by black glasses. I'm not good at fighting alone. "Come on, come on, raise your hands." My tone was laziness, and I didn't intend to fight this guy to the death, but my hand pressed the dagger on his waist unambiguously, and there was blood.

It's really great.I looked at the flat face with black glasses that didn't care and still smiled, and suddenly felt nostalgic in my heart.Then I tilted my head, and with a thought, I smiled and said, "How about a song?"

It may be that my style of painting changed too quickly, and he didn't react.On the other side, the oil bottle that had put his hand into his pocket was stunned for a moment.

"Really." I still laughed, "It's just that I suddenly feel a little like old friends with you." There is also an urge to beat someone with itchy hands.It must have something to do with my recent weirdness. As for why...

Something seemed to come out of my mind, but unfortunately, I still couldn't figure it out.

Poker Bottle's hand was already tense.

"Okay, let's stop playing. Little brother, don't make a move!" I completely followed my instinct at this moment, and my intuition told me not to let Poker bottle make a move.not to mention……

"Although I don't know what's going on, I've discovered something. I don't like the feeling of being peeped, and we probably won't be enemies." I retracted the dagger and pointed outside, "Don't doubt my Identity, I’m sure I’m myself...Although I don’t feel like myself. You can understand it as..." I thought for a while, "Split personality? You have to believe that I am not like this usually."

"Little Sanye is so brave." The black glasses smiled, but he didn't respond to my words directly, and quickly moved away from me.I smiled at him and made a goodbye gesture.

The black glasses didn't bother about anything, and left happily.But Poker-Face paused first, said "surveillance has been eliminated for a while" and left.After the backs of those two guys disappeared completely, I breathed a sigh of relief, my body felt weak for a while, and I leaned against the wall trying not to let myself go limp.Just now, my negative emotions suddenly increased wildly when I realized that someone was watching, and my immediate reaction was to find a gun.Coupled with the fact that Poker Bottle's hand stretched into his pocket really made me feel dangerous, it would be of no benefit to continue in a stalemate.

Today's facts are a bit like a dream, especially some obscure fragments that were analyzed in my mind in that state just now and suddenly popped up, which have completely confused me.And my broken hand... I don't know how it hurts.

I regained my composure, the sense of surveillance was gone, and now that I think of Poker Bottle's words, it was probably dealt with directly by the black glasses.The injury on my hand couldn't be delayed, I left that corner, straightened my spine, and walked slowly towards the nearest hospital.

It's so fucking cold... But... Is it an illusion?Or the strength of Poker Bottle is too great...Are my bones so fragile...