Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Lao Li didn't care, he laughed: "Xiao Su, if I didn't experience it personally, I would be like you, thinking it's bragging. But I can say responsibly that every frame of the night was engraved I've lost my bone marrow, and I'll never forget it in my life."

"Okay, okay, keep talking, Lao Li, ignore him." The driver next to him---Xiao Jing patted Xiao Su's arm: "Don't interrupt, be patient, and listen to Brother Li."

In front of the hospital bed, there are all little eyes eager for knowledge.

Lao Li coughed a few times, raised his 45° bright face, and sighed deeply with the sadness of memories: "It's too late to say it, but then it's too late, the robbery talisman on my chest, which moved in response to the catastrophe, has long been there My chest spontaneously ignited, a golden light flashed in front of my eyes, it was too late to say it was too fast, a pair of giant hands appeared in the golden light, and bounced the hill-like stone away effortlessly.

At that time, there was only a loud bang, and when I opened my eyes again, a huge stone was blocking the car, and the car was not scratched at all.This is not my bragging. If you don’t believe in evil, take a taxi and go to the mountain immediately. The stone is still in the middle of the road.You say, is this a miracle? "

Xiao Jing and Xiao Su yelled strangely in unison: "I'll go, is it true?"

The girl eating melon seeds held onto Lao Li tightly: "Who drew the life-saving talisman for Brother Li? How much money did you ask for? Let me introduce it to my sisters."

"Yes, yes, tell me quickly, Lao Li, we want to hear this."

Old Li looked around inscrutably, and waited for these envious voices to subside, then raised his index finger to seal his lips, and smiled triumphantly: "Shh~ this is... a secret!"

The patients who survived the catastrophe got together and joked with each other.

Time slipped into the afternoon.

The girl eating melon seeds hummed a song, and returned to her ward with a full harvest.

Pushing open the door, a woman in a blue dress with long hair was sitting on a folding chair looking at her mobile phone, with a fruit and flower basket on the table.

The girl was overjoyed, rushed over and shouted: "Xiao Tian! Why are you here?"

Yu Shutian put away her mobile phone, bent her eyes and smiled: "For Chenchen's sake, no matter how busy you are, you have to take a look."

Chenchen pulled Yu Shutian up and walked around in front of the window, tsk-tsk praised: "The great beauty with both strength and beauty is finally willing to put down work and go down to the mortal world? Impossible! After all, do you really miss me, or do you have something else to do?" The picture?"

Yu Shutian giggled, and snorted coquettishly: "Little debt collector, I'm really worried about you! You can encounter such weird and bizarre supernatural events. Before going home, go to the temple to worship and get rid of bad luck. "

Talking about luck, Chenchen was showing off a bit, so she recounted the adventures she had just heard from Lao Li to her best friend, and added a sentence at the end: "Xiaotian, my luck is really good. The girl who followed Youyan in the car and didn't deal with her is still dumb."

As soon as Yu Shutian listened to Yuyan's name, his eyes lit up: "This person turned out to be a small celebrity with a low reputation, and he was very unpopular with passers-by. Later, I heard that he was doing an online celebrity live broadcast to bring goods. Is it true or not? of."

Chenchen nodded mysteriously: "Xiaotian, let me tell you, this Congyouyan will definitely become a big hit!"

Yu Shutian smiled: "Want to rely on variety shows to make a comeback? It's hard!"

Chenchen raised her finger and shook it: "No, no, no, he doesn't need to be in the entertainment industry at all, as long as he is willing to draw symbols and sell them in the live broadcast room, he can earn a lot of money."

Yu Shutian was thoughtful: "You mean, Cong Youyan is actually a Taoist priest?"

Chenchen picked out a peach from the fruit basket, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, smiling all over her face: "Perhaps, he is still a Taoist priest..."

Yu Shutian was stunned for a second, and her smile deepened: "That's really great, I also want to ask for a good luck talisman."

……

Emerald Bay here.

Shang Heyin's cell phone rang, and after he glanced at the caller ID, the smile on his face disappeared.

The phone rang relentlessly.

Shang Heyin ignored it, and turned on the TV patiently to watch.He didn't answer or hang up, just let the phone continue to ring, draining the battery.

Since Yuyan was sweating profusely in the kitchen making ointment, and took time to go to the living room to drink water, after hearing the phone ringing a few times, he was still working, picked it up curiously, and took a look.

Three words---vampires flashed brightly on the phone screen.

Seeing my daughter-in-law pretending to be watching TV, she looked unreasonable.Cong Yuyan rolled his eyes, and took it cheaply.

Without waiting for the other party to get angry, he took the lead in questioning: "Hey, smelly beggar, there is no leftover food at home! There is no food waste at all! Before the stray cats take a walk, look in the trash can at the gate of the community. There are chicken bones there. There are a lot more."

The other party was irritated by the series of speeches from Youyouyan, thinking that there is still something to ask for, so he had to hold down his anger.

"I am Xiaohe's second grandfather."

Cong Youyan narrowed his eyes contemptuously, and elongated his voice: "Oh~~~"

"You remember? You called him to answer the phone!"

Cong Youyan finished digging his ears, and blew on his fingertips: "No! Yin'er doesn't have a second master at all! Hang up!"

"Hey, hey, wait, wait."

"Beep..." A busy tone came from the phone.

Old man Shang stood there holding his mobile phone in a daze. He didn't expect that the guy who answered the phone would hang up as soon as he said it, without leaving any room for it. Looking at the phone in his hand, the old man didn't know whether it was embarrassment, shame or anger, or both.

"Smack!" The phone was smashed to pieces by Mr. Shang with all his might!

"It's not over!" Mr. Shang sat down angrily and panted.

The servant at the side hurriedly brought hot tea, but Mr. Shang waved his hand distractedly, the servant put down the tea set and stepped back silently.

This is the study room of the old residence of the Shang Mansion, with heavy curtains drawn all the year round.

A black humanoid silhouette sat quietly in the shadows, and when the old man finished getting angry, the shadow raised his head slightly, curved his lips in joy, and revealed a small canine tooth.

Mr. Shang's lingering anger still persisted, and he said angrily, "Sooner or later, that kid will have to be killed."

"Whoever you want to kill is your private matter." The man smiled miserably: "It's not good for others to interfere."

Mr. Shang was blocked for a while, his anger gathered in his chest, he couldn't get up or down, and his face gradually turned into a liver color.

The man drank tea slowly, and after taking a few sips, he put down the tea bowl: "As a human being, you have to do whatever you want, and don't wrong yourself. Don't even mention it, I like this kid's character very much."

Mr. Shang said harshly: "Master, you like this? Then please help me and find a way to take it away for me! Last time this kid planned to play tricks on me, I was going to be blown up."

The man's fingertips slid across the tea bowl, except for the tea, he just smiled.

Mr. Shang was so anxious that he leaned over and said in a low voice, "The head of the family, he also killed your brother, and the token that our two families agreed upon—the White Dragon Jade Pendant, is now in his hands."

"Shh~ Shanglao, the words of snakes and snakes come out of your mouth! Let's not learn from those gossips, okay?" The man raised his fingers, smiled and shook: "Don't use provocative tricks, Shanglao, Telling the truth is not something a smart person does! What's more, I know the cause and effect of things!"

Mr. Shang's heart skipped a beat, with a trace of guilt on his face, he just wanted to struggle to say something soft.

The man got up to say goodbye.

Mr. Shang was so impatient, his throat was like a crater, and he wished he could immediately pour a few glasses of ice water over it to cool it down.

When he walked all the way to the door, the man turned his head quietly: "Dark Dragon is grateful to your ancestor for taking care of him, and the three life-saving favors he promised have been settled. I'm here to tell you---don't bother us again in the future!"

Old Mr. Shang bent his waist even deeper, and squirmed his lips: "The head of the family, the old grandson... Please give us back. The third family knows that it is wrong, and is willing to pay the ransom."

The man stood at the door, pondered for a few minutes, and nodded slowly: "Okay, for the sake of acquaintances, the price is -1000 million. Give them a week to raise money, prepare the money, and hand it over to the old place."

Mr. Shang bowed humbly to thank him.

The door of the room rang once, accompanied by an inaudible laugh.

The moment the sunlight came in, the figure of that person disappeared.

Mr. Shang leaned on the wall and lifted himself up with great effort. His face was extremely gloomy. When he clapped his hands, the servant waiting outside the door hurried in, bowing his head and waiting for orders.

The old man paced back and forth in the room: "Let the third family immediately prepare a ransom of 1000 million, only one week! Tell them clearly, the family's bonus, his family has no more."

The servant nodded in agreement, and quietly backed out.

Mr. Shang walked back to the desk with difficulty, his head was throbbing with pain, he took out his handkerchief and rubbed his forehead, where there was a cold sweat, and he thought he was lucky.

Slowly took out a cigar, lit it, took a few puffs, and Mr. Shang completely relaxed: Alas... what kind of shit is this? After this period of time, I will think of other ways to repair the relationship with the dark dragon Bar.

……

The entertainment industry is so big, the water is really deep.

Among them, all kinds of whistleblowers, insiders, participants, and resolvers, all around this pond, want to get a share.

He Yuanyuan led the team of the He Family Courtyard, just after pressing the last variety show accident, the big V on the Internet --- Che Jilu, started to act.

This person is said to be an "enthusiastic citizen with a great sense of justice" who has been fighting counterfeit goods for 100 years.

He followed behind the He family compound, sending out countless exclamation points, and posted a vitriolic Weibo on the matter: "The girl from the He family is a cleaning company that specializes in floor cleaning. Look at the rhythm, it's really good! It's great! You are a professional player in this line of work, and it is normal for you to work for money, but the key problem is that your artist is actually a scumbag with poor moral character. He murdered his brother, siblings, and poisoned his own father. Vicious and thoughtful, I beg the girl from the He family to show up and explain."

A video is attached at the back---Shang Liangzhi is lying in the hospital with thin bones, panting and coughing, and from time to time he will let out a panic cry: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts, don't come here, don't come here. When he woke up, Shang Liangzhi rolled his eyes and looked at Xia Fang dully, and asked: "Is Xiaowei back yet? Let's go and beg Xiaohe. Give the kid all the property, and beg him to let us go."

As soon as this big V Weibo was released, the number of clicks surpassed the official statement of the He Family Courtyard in an instant. Many people followed suit and forwarded it, and many people forwarded it to ask questions.

Shang Heyin glanced at the phone briefly, then threw it aside, noncommittal.

Picking it up from You Yan, he became furious: "Who is this bastard?"