Bai Gui Ye Xing

I took a look at this mahogany sword, of course it can't compare with my general's sword, I guess it can't even compare with the mahogany sword I used last time, but let's just use it, mother, who would have thought that I would meet monsters, If I had known earlier, I would have gone out with the general sword.

Uncle Cong felt quite relaxed, and took out a cigarette, smoking it, before walking towards the factory building.

Uncle Cong opened the door, and I followed in. It was very empty inside, about the size of three or four basketball courts, and there was nothing inside.

There were actually two figures, I took a closer look, and one of them was either that Monk Fang or who, he was paralyzed, I wanted to beat him up, bastard, dare to lie to me with fake products.

This monk Fang was still holding the Zen stick in his hand, as if he was trading. As for the other person, I saw that this person looked about 24 or [-] years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and wearing white casual clothes. A young man who looked gentle, he also held a black suitcase in his hand.

Fang Shi could see the embarrassment on the faces of the two of us when we came in, and said tremblingly, "Why are you two here?"

"Bastard, you cheated me of money. I was the only one who fooled other people's money. You're paralyzed. Give me the Zen stick," Uncle Cong in front of me reacted very fiercely, staring at Fang Shineng with an angry look on his face, and started cursing.

Fang Shineng blushed slightly, coughed and said, "Are you just talking about Zen sticks? I don't know what kind of Zen sticks you want."

This bastard actually pretended to be confused with us, I snorted, but I was still not as excited as Uncle Cong, I said: "Okay, give us the real Zen stick, you can open it as much as you want,"

"This gentleman is bidding 15 yuan, you can beat this," Fang Shineng pointed at the young man in a suit, looking at us suspiciously.

"Come on, you dare to lie to me for a mere 15," Uncle Cong snorted, and said contemptuously, "I paid 16."

When Fang Shineng heard this, a hesitant look appeared on his face.

"Hey, excuse me, I don't feel any more if I don't talk anymore," the young man finally spoke, with a smile on his face, and the other party Shi Neng said: "Sir, it seems that we have already started trading, you now It's not good to change hands suddenly,"

"Which guy from the Red Door Inn are you?" Uncle Cong skipped over to Fang Shineng, and said to the guy, "Snatch things with me, Wu Zhicong, are you courting death?"

"It turned out to be Mr. Wu Zhicong. I heard about it from my third sister." The young man cupped his hands and said, "That Wu Jiu called me Zhuangyuanlang, but I don't like that name very much. It's too ancient. I prefer my English name, **Lang, you can call me Mr. **Lang, "

**Lang, let me go, what a strange name, Uncle Cong frowned, and said, "You are the number one scholar, the third head of the Red Gate Inn,"

"The third boss is too vulgar. I prefer a more modern sound, such as the third boss, or the third shareholder," said the young man in a gentle manner, who looked like a doctor of sea turtles.

I frowned: "Cao, where are there so many strange names, Fang Shineng, let me tell you, the person in front of you is a monster, if you don't want to die, hurry up and come here with a Zen stick,"

Fang Shineng was dumbfounded. I pointed at the number one scholar and said, "You are a monster. This man's aura looks like a rich man. Don't try to fool me by saying that he is a monster. I'm not stupid."

"He's right, I'm a monster," Mr. Zhuangyuan Lang nodded, looked at Fang Shineng strangely and said, "If you have a good temperament, you can't be a monster."

On the contrary, Fang Shineng was not a human being, and the champion Lang Sheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he grabbed the Zen stick, and then handed a box of money to Fang Shineng and said, "Take the money and go, this is the time to go." The two of you will fight violently and grab things later, so be careful not to get hurt when you fight."

Oh my god, how can we say that we are villains, but he has become a great good man.

"Lots of nonsense," Uncle Cong bit his right finger, drew a Taiji diagram with his left hand, and read: "Shenbing is as urgent as a law, exorcising evil spirits, catching ghosts and beheading goblins, give me the act." Then he slapped the number one scholar Lang took it.

Zhuangyuan Lang didn't hide, he took two steps back after being hit, and laughed strangely. Slowly, his whole body rotted, and a stench came out immediately.

"Mom," Fang Shineng was almost scared to death, and ran out of the factory building with the box of money in his arms.

This Zhuangyuan Lang turned out to be a corpse monster, that's right, I've heard that the third head of the Red Gate Inn is a corpse monster before, the clothes on this guy's body were quickly corroded by the black blood on his body, and he was covered in blood. There was pus and blood everywhere, and it looked disgusting.

This guy looks a bit like a zombie in Resident Evil.

The No. [-] scholar was sent back two steps, but he didn't attack. Instead, he said: "Let's discuss it. If we can't fight, it's better not to fight. Fighting and killing is the most boring thing. Otherwise, wait until we revive Master Montenegro." Then I will give you the Zen staff, what do you think of this proposal?"

"Hmph, you really think you can take this Zen stick away," Uncle Cong snorted coldly, and said to me, "Huizi, look out for the exit, don't let this guy escape, let me beat him up today."

I nodded. If this guy is disgusting all over and doesn't look weak, I can't hope it.

I took two steps back and guarded the exit carefully. Uncle Cong rushed up, jumped up and kicked the Zhuangyuan Lang, who did not hide, was kicked in the chest by Uncle Cong, and retreated several steps .

The Zhuangyuan Lang said innocently: "Otherwise, I will let you beat me up, and then you let me take this Zen stick away. The third sister asked me to come and get it. If I don't take it back, I will be scolded again." , "

"Fuck, I don't believe that you don't fight back," Uncle Cong became even angrier when he heard that, and kicked Zhuangyuan Lang in the chest with a handsome roundabout kick. I don't know why I didn't use the talisman, and I started punching and kicking.

After beating for a full minute, Uncle Cong was covered in sweat, so Zhuangyuan Lang firmly grasped the Zen stick and let him beat it.

Uncle Cong stopped beating, panting, and scolded: "Paralyzed, stop beating, idiot, what is it, so resistant to beating,"

"What, actually, it doesn't hurt if you hit me," Zhuang Yuanlang asked weakly, "Have you hit enough? I'll leave when you hit enough. Third sister is still waiting for me."

My day, why does this number one scholar give me a dumbfounded feeling? I really don’t know how he became the third head of the Red Gate Inn where there are so many monsters.