[Tomb BG] The wind comes to Wushan

Looking at the little brother, he just tore up the photo of his girlfriend, he must be angry. "

This incident left a deep impression on me. Even when I see this photo now, I can still recall the tense appearance of the two of them as if they were facing a big enemy. However, I was so wicked that I didn’t tell them about that photo. The truth is, let them worry slowly and guess slowly, haha.

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"Unexpectedly, when you went to Hainan this time, you took the same order..." Ye Cheng looked up at the ceiling, with blue veins popping out in his right hand, and his expression on his face was as if he had been constipated for a long time-this situation lasted for more than ten seconds, and then he finally As if the intestinal obstruction had been cleared, he hunched over, sighed, and threw away the card he had been rubbing in his hand for a long time, "[-]."

"Thirty thousand? Huh." I flipped the cards neatly, "Bullshit."

Talking about business at the mahjong table is a custom in our corner.Mr. Chen has been talking about serious business for many years, and he has practiced his stunts all his life.What TV dramas and novels often show that playing cards and chess with superior leaders can’t win, but they must also lose without leaving a trace. When we come here, how can it be so troublesome—that bad old man has long been clamoring for defeat ╮(╯_ ╰)╭

And the worst poker player, needless to say, is obviously our "card table gun god" Ye Cheng. "Fire every time", "Fire wherever you point", "Never miss"... Those words that can be thought of to describe the real guns are not too much when they are used on Ye Cheng.It is said that as long as you play mahjong with him, you will never have to worry about a game of cards being yellow. In the words of Monk Hua, "Ye Cheng...he will always fire guns in the game, giving you the opportunity to touch yourself. I won’t give it to you (smoking vicissitudes of grief)”

Ye Cheng has become accustomed to shooting cannons, he threw me ten yuan cursingly, and said very stubbornly: "Here, brother will reward you."

"Oh, let's reward you more."

The guy stopped talking.

"Okay, okay, you two don't raise the bar." Monk Hua recounted the cards while looking at my opponent who hadn't said a word since the beginning of the game, "Dumb Zhang, the old man plans to play in a few days. A little bucket, it seems that there is something he wants in it, do you want to go?"

I was depressed: "Why don't you ask me?"

Monk Hua glanced at me, clicked his tongue, and said: "You money fanatic will definitely go, why do you need to ask? And the old man said, you must go this time." Then he turned his head and asked Zhang Qiling again, "Are you going? ?”

"Ah."

>>>031 Five Willows

>>>Mr. I don't know who he is, nor his surname.

Countless volcanic eruptions, billowing thick smoke filled the whole world, the sun and moon disappeared, the earth began to split and tilt, and then I——

Rolled to the ground.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Ye Cheng, the god of heaven, lifting my bed board obliquely, with an impatient expression on his face: "I got up, Zongniang, I have to meet someone today, so I can buy some goods by the way!" The famous label is not "novice + money master", but "a dimeless old fritters".Buying goods with him is like going grocery shopping with an old lady from a wealthy family. The vegetables we buy in the end must be excellent, and we can more or less fill our own pockets.Can... meet people?

I crawled forward to the mobile phone that fell on the ground with me in the usual posture of soldiers avoiding the hail of bullets in the Anti-Japanese War. I flipped the cover and looked back. I recalled the time when Zhang Qiling came to find me when I was in Qixing Lu Palace, and I said to myself early in the morning. It turns out that it is a glorious tradition of the fourth master's family to run to disturb people's dreams.

Ye Cheng is a rich man, a good one - if he hadn't spent all his money on the soft girls who went up and down his bed like a lantern, and hadn't ruthlessly fired all kinds of cannons at the card table, and hadn't Mysteriously depositing a large sum of money into a card that he has never seen him use.But even so, he is still a gentleman.

Mr. Kuan would never live without a car.

I heard that even Wu Xie used Xiao Jinbei to travel when going out, but Ye Chengcheng didn't have a car.Not only does Ye Cheng have no car, neither does Monk Hua, nor does Langfeng, let alone Zhang Qiling with a black account. My monster uncle, and also has a shady job, if he gets caught in an accident while driving by himself, it is hard to guarantee that he will not be found out.

The location that Ye Cheng casually reported to the taxi driver was about an hour’s drive away from where we were, and I was so exhausted that I almost fell asleep in the car.After finally getting my feet on the ground, I looked up and saw that it was an antique tea house. On another look, the whole street has such a style, like a film and television base.

The name of the teahouse we entered was Danbo. In terms of storefront and decoration, it was probably one of the best in this street, and considering the price... it was probably the best in Changsha.As a result, Ye Cheng ordered Junshan Yinzhen when he came up, and the waiter was so happy that he smiled.

"Are we here to meet the chairman? Serve with such expensive tea." I couldn't drink it when I thought that a sip of this tea would cost hundreds of dollars.

"Lei Lei Leu," Ye Cheng shook his finger, showing off his substandard British suburban English, "This tea was served to us, and we are going to meet the owner of this teahouse today."

"Eh?"

When I was surprised, the chair next to me had been pulled away. The man looked about the same age as Mr. Wu, but slightly shorter and darker than him. He could tell he had run past the entrance.When I was still breathing, I was notoriously inaccurate in the working circle, but now that I am dead, and I am living by Chen Pi Asi's side, I have a lot of winks, who is in charge, who It's a waiter, whoever is honest and who is hypocritical can see it at a glance - of course, Zhang Yingdi reconciles the fox is an exception.

"Master Jian." Ye Cheng briefly introduced.Since he didn't stand up formally and respectfully, I knew that the other party's weight in the Tao was not important, but I still stood up and nodded to him: "Mr. Jian." Then I obediently poured tea for him.As the saying goes, take someone's soft hand, eat someone's soft mouth, and fight together another day to touch the bright weapon. Uncle Jian leaked something to me~

The man called Master Jian didn't raise his glass, but kept squinting and staring at me. After a while, he laughed to himself: "Sit!"

Ye Cheng and I quickly formed an eye contact team, "He's sick" and "Sit down, don't talk nonsense" flashed invisible sparks in mid-air.As soon as his butt was touching the chair, he heard the man surnamed Jian ask Ye Cheng in a drawn-out tone: "Is she the sincerity of Fourth Master this time?"

Ye Cheng nodded.

So the man stared at me with meaningful eyes for a long time, and finally smiled sinisterly: "Go back and tell Fourth Master, I'll take this order."

Countless volcanoes erupted, billowing thick smoke filled the whole world, the sun and the moon disappeared, and the earth began to split and tilt. I seemed to hear the scavenger clan blowing the horn of eating.Even if the meter of the taxi jumps to twenty, the fear that man brought to me has not completely subsided. I poked Ye Cheng who was sitting in the front seat and said, "Hey, what is the origin of that surnamed Jane?"

"Damn it, isn't it Zongniang, I don't know about Jian Zhuang in our industry?" He made a fuss, "Go back to Baidu by yourself!"

I really want to kick him out of the car.

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Of course, Du Niang didn’t tell me who Jian Zhuang was, but Du Niang told me that even if the sky falls, there will be people taller than you standing up for it, and even if those people are all on the ground, there will still be G cups and silicone My sister will support you, so you should eat, drink, sleep, and enjoy yourself~

Following God's will, I threw the purchased tools into the warehouse and slept until dark.Usually my cohabitant will not stay at home honestly at this time-I have seen it when he gave me the wallet last time, and there are VIP cards of various nightclubs stuffed in it.

Standing up, feeling in a daze that something was wrong, I touched my face... rub, Ye Cheng, I curse you for not doing it tonight! -_-!

Ye Cheng used to like to pretend to be a god, but after I came, he got another part-time job - a Taoist priest.When I first came, Ye Cheng’s room was full of demon mirrors, Zhong Kui’s posters, mahogany swords and golden bowls, and he always carried a couple of garlic in his pocket when he went out. One day, I fell into a drowsy sleep, and I just felt that someone was watching me. I patted it on my forehead, and woke up the next day to find that a talisman had been pasted on my forehead!

"Yeah!" Ye Cheng looked at me with a bad face and clapped his hands in a classic gesture, "Master Dao, I'm not afraid of your rice dumpling!"

"...that's Bruce Lee!"

"Hey, you still know Bruce Lee?"

If I remember correctly, this incident can be regarded as a turning point in the relationship between Ye Cheng and me. Since then, the messy mental dregs in Ye Cheng's room have decreased a lot, but he has the habit of sticking notes on my forehead. It still hasn't been changed - it's just that he doesn't have to post the dog blood talisman with his saliva, but stick it with a post-it note instead.

I tore it hard, and there were some ugly simplified characters written on the sticky note on the yellow background: Brother will not harm you, if you wake up, go here (with address), let that guy teach you how to save your life! ——Ye Cheng.

Save, save your life?

Just to be on the safe side, even if it's a Hongmen banquet, I plan to go there, but since it's said to let the other party teach me how to save my life, then I...do I want to mention bacon?After thinking about it, I decided not to come to the door empty-handed, so I carried a basket of fruit before getting in the car.

The address written on Ye Cheng’s note was too out of the way, so the taxi driver threw me at the intersection, and I asked people around like a headless chicken under the dim light. After a long time, I finally