The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 63
Hearing Murong Qian's question, Wei Ran wondered if the mask might be a sign of "a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered", and instantly became vigilant.

But Murong Qian just asked casually.

Therefore, the thin monkey was a little speechless for Wei Ran's excessive reaction, and only stretched out his head sideways in front of Wei Ran, who was blocking him tightly, and smiled slightly at Murong behind him, "My face is not worth much, not like the young lady. , if you are bumped into by an acquaintance, you will lose your identity!"

Murong Qian thought about meeting some acquaintances here, so she heard the sound of gongs and drums in the arena, as if the game had started, there were shouts and shouts in the arena, and one of the voices was particularly excited and ear-piercing.

Murong smiled slightly, calmly pulled Wei Ran, and put on the bark mask without saying a word.

Naturally, boxing in shanty towns cannot be compared with that in the city, not to mention the venue, even the boxers on the venue are not the same.

One of them was emaciated, as if he hadn't had enough to eat, and he was limp when he was punched, while the other was so beaten that he couldn't stand still.

"Can you punch him? Hook him, trip him, what are you hiding! Go up!"

As soon as Murong Qian and the others came in, they saw a red-clothed figure in the front row outside the court, jumping up, gesticulating and shouting, looking particularly excited.

From behind, the thin monkey saw the handsome young master who was not wearing a bark mask and was extremely excited. His eyes lit up, and he laughed, "It's quite lively today."

Wei Ran leaned close to Murong Qian's ear, and whispered, "Is this idiot here?"

Murong Qian didn't care why Xu Liancheng and Xu Liancheng appeared here at that time, and said, "Let's find someone first!"

Shouhou was still very efficient in handling affairs, and soon found out about the two people Murong Qian was looking for.

He hurried over and said, "Miss, the Ergou and Erhu you are looking for are on stage."

What a coincidence... As soon as Murong Qian glanced at the bench, the thin monkey hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve, "Miss, sit here, sit here."

Murong Qian nodded politely and sat down, and Wei Ran did the same.

The two were so polite and polite that Shouhou was very embarrassed, "Miss, young master is just being polite."

Wei Ran said, "Let's watch the game!"

The game was really nothing to watch, even the front shouted loudly at the beginning, they also shouted that it was boring and sat down.

At that time, he raised his elbow and bumped Xu Liancheng who was sitting next to him, and said in a lack of interest, "If I had known it would be so boring, I wouldn't have come."

"Then go back!" Xu Liancheng said as he was about to get up, but was dragged back to the stool at that time.

"Don't! It's all here." At that time, he smiled and comforted Xu Liancheng, then lowered his eyes in silence for a moment, and a different look burst out in his eyes.

He slapped his chest and vowed, "Look at me."

At that time, he got up and took out his wallet, took out a banknote from it, held it up, and shouted towards the field, "Whoever can walk down the field alive, this hundred-yuan bill will belong to him."

The thin monkey slobbered backwards when he heard it, "Scrap." Seeing that Wei Ran tilted his head slightly after scolding, he hastily slapped himself, "Look at my unrestrained speech, which polluted the ears of Miss and Young Master."

Wei Ran said lightly, "You are right."

Thin Monkey was overjoyed when he heard it, and continued to scold, until Wei Ran said "enough is enough", and he didn't stop.

But what they did at that time was really not very authentic. Now some confident stores in the city directly put up signs saying that they don't accept banknotes.

You must know that the current situation is turbulent, and the people in the capital are clamoring for restoration. No one knows whether today's hundred-yuan bills will become a piece of waste paper tomorrow.

At that time, it is really not human to pretend to be an uncle here and pay for his life.

But the atmosphere on the court has changed.

(End of this chapter)