Death Sutra

Hey, a large bowl of wine fell heavily on the table, splashed a little and ran down the table, Shi Qingjue hurriedly avoided, and picked up the wine bowl, whispered: "Too much."

"I am not drunk tonight." The pub was noisy. Gao Yang didn't hear Shi Qingjue. He drank a big mouth and grinned. "What do I say, this time I saw the Dragon King, joined the Dragon Army, you Thank you all?"

"Yes, I am very grateful to Big Brother." Shi Qingjue took a sip, I really don't know where the benefits of this wine are.

"As a big brother, I have to say a word, what is the main book? You will work hard, you should have an officer to be a pawn, to fight the enemy, to be a bigger official, to play the pen every day, to die to toss Don't be famous. Listen to me, let me be a soldier."

Shi Qingjue used the drink to cover up. After a while, he put down the wine bowl and found that Gao Yang still looked forward to seeing himself. "The family is compassionate... I am not a monk now, but I think it is better not to kill or kill less, say me. This martial arts can't be compared with Big Brother."

A simple tout can't pass, Gao Yang's face is changing, and the slightly puffy little eyes are like Huang Guang. "What kind of martial arts do you still kill? What are you still doing? You are now in the south city, lifeless. Even drinking is much less fun than before."

Gao Yang’s voice was loud, and a nearby alcoholic businessman looked up and slanted him. He said in a sardonic tone: “Like murder, go to the South Wall pub, there is nothing left there.”

"Haha, do you think I haven't been there?" Gao Yang waved. "Man, come back two bowls."

The guy came in coldly. "You have already drank four bowls."

"What about that, is there any wine not to be sold?"

"You have to put the accounts of these four bowls before you can get new ones. One or two dollars."

Gao Yang’s eyebrows gradually rose, and Shi Qingjue hurriedly took out his money from his arms. He didn’t even ask how the four bowls of wine figured out one or two dollars. “This is my request.”

Gao Yang grabbed the money before the buddy. "Who is who please, please, what are you worried about? I am not without money." The mouth said. Gao Yang put the silver into his arms and pulled out a wooden sign. He threw it on the table and pointed at the replied: "Open your dog's eyes, what is this?"

The guy glanced at him, sighed angrily, and turned and shouted: "The treasurer, the dragon army waist card."

After a quarter of an hour, Gao Yang walked out of the pub. There is no good face to Shi Qingjue around me. "What are you doing with me? Let me teach them and tear down the broken shop."

Walking out of a distance, Gao Yang’s anger was almost gone, and asked: “It’s still early, where do you want to go?”

Shi Qingjue looked at the black night sky, remembering that he was still living a hard life a few days ago, and this time he should be doing a late class. Can't help but feel a thousand, he knows where he wants to go. I am embarrassed to speak, I really hope that Big Brother can have the eye of the old man.

Gao Yang misunderstood the silence of Shi Qingjue, "Go with me and take you to a good place."

After walking out of the two streets, Shi Qingjue was a little scared. "Don't leave the military house too far."

"Afraid of what?" Gao Yang angered. "Can't I protect you? Go!"

Shi Qingjue had an ominous premonition. It seemed to be an accident this evening, but he developed a habit of obedience in the four Sangha blues. Gao Yang was exposed to fierce light, and he no longer dared to raise objections.

The business of the South Wall Tavern suddenly became better. With it as the center, more than ten streets and lanes belong to the Tianshan Zong site. Although Tianshan Zong and Jinpengbao also issued a ban on killing, they have never been implemented seriously. Therefore, it is still the same as before, and it attracts many swords. The knife comes here to relive the old days.

This also means that people who dare to open a shop here are very good, especially the South Wall pub, which is the rudder of the Tianshan sect. The knife rushes to the reputation of freedom, but no one dares to default on the wine account. Fight each other.

The two were late, and they finally found a table in the corner and huddled with four other guests.

The two strong men were fighting in the middle of the pub, and the excited guests shouted loudly. Shi Qingjue was scared and shivered. He whispered Gao Yang: "Nothing will happen. This is not the site of the army."

"Hey, Laoziba doesn't get things done." Gao Yang honestly took out the money, and then he had to pay the wine after paying the money. The man's action was very ugly and he soon came up.

The wine here is extremely expensive. The most common and inferior wines have a bowl of silver and a bowl of silver. Shi Qingjue feels quite worthless. "The people here are very disciplined, do not touch tables and chairs, and do not hurt innocent people."

The voice just fell, the two men who struggled in the shirts had been divided, and one's arm was unloaded alive. On the ground, there was a scream of screams, and the winner screamed at the audience with a spoil.

The cheers quickly pressed the voices of the two men down.

Shi Qingjue was so scared that his face changed and almost fell from the bench. "This, this, this..."

Gao Yang was not interested. He didn't even turn his head. "The gambling fight, the winner is one hundred and two, and the losers don't have it. I want to participate."

"They are really dead." Shi Qingjue heard about the brutality of Nancheng, but after seeing it, he still couldn't stand it. He looked down and didn't dare to look again.

"Of course, everyone is watching this, and then thousands of two silvers are on you, not working hard."

Sure enough, one point was won, some people happily collected money, and some people shook their heads with a sigh.

Shi Qingjue felt that he was about to vomit. "Grand Brother, after drinking these two bowls of wine, let me go, I am a little sleepy."

Gao Yang didn't take care of him, and he took out the waist card of the Longjun soldiers and watched it over and over again. "His grandmother, I thought it would be a bit useful to use. It turned out to be worthless, losing, too bad."

Shi Qingjue took the waistband and put it under the table. He looked around with vigilance. "Can't this thing be lit here?"

Gao Yang laughed. "You, courage is as small as a mouse. I really don't understand. Why are you still vulgar? You are not suitable for you. You want to live here, you have to live, you want to live well." You have to be more embarrassed than others. You are a dragon king, because no one dares to provoke a heartache, from a small killer to today's leading boss."

"In fact, there are quite a few ordinary people in Saitama City, and they live very well."

"A good fart." Gao Yang was angry. "Let's get up early and get up early, tired like a farm animal. You have to look at other people's faces. You don't have enough money to drink a bowl of wine. You think about life like that. It's also simple. Go to the animal market in the south and sell yourself. You still have it. Not too old, someone must buy you."

Gao Yang said that the more gas, the end of the bowl and drink, and the wine is down, but the anger is still stagnation in the chest, so he picked up another bowl of wine and drank it. I feel finally better.

The rude and savage tall brother seems to have a heart, Shi Qingjue did not dare to ask questions, waved his hand to come over, and took out the last bit of silver, "two bowls of wine."

Gao Yang clenched his fist and said with a grin. "For life, change money, and then take money to buy life. This is Yuyucheng. You have to be embarrassed to run faster than money."

"Now no need. The Dragon King issued a ban on ban, it is a change. When he becomes the master of Saitama City, the rules will change greatly, and Saitama City will become as normal as other places."

Gao Yang squinted at Shi Qingjue and looked disdainful. "You are really simple. The monk has been for a long time, and his head is also confused. You Yucheng is the Yuyu City. No one can change it. No one wants to change it. Is the Dragon King really banned? It is nothing more than pleasing the rich people in the North City and let them help. Feeding the army, when the dragon king wins, he has to kill himself, and it is a bunch of people, and he still forbids a fart. Everyone is waiting for this day."

"No, no." Shi Qingjue didn't believe it.

"Why not, this is not what I said, everyone knows. Hey, man, you said, will the Dragon King kill people in the future?"

The guest next to him had already drunk too much, swaying and turning around, saying, "The Dragon King does not kill people... Is it waiting to be killed?"

Gao Yang felt that everything was explained clearly. "Little bald, I am not a smart person, you are not. The Dragon King is, the one-step king is, the Central Plains is, I know a little, the wise people rely on deceiving these people." So, the Dragon King said that he would not kill anyone. It must be prepared for the killing of the killing. The one-step king said that a killer did not stay. It must have hidden the most powerful ones. The Central Plains people... What did the Central Plains say? ”

When Gao Yang said this, Shi Qingjue immediately looked at him. "The Central Plains said that the people of the Western Region should be the owner of the city."

"Right, the final result is definitely that Saitama City is controlled by the Central Plains."

Shi Qingjue admired the five-body cast, "Gao Big Brother, I really don't see you have this kind of knowledge... I don't mean anything else."

Gao Yang grinned and he only saw the expression of the other side admiring.

The alcoholic drinker next to the outlet was out of date. "Cut, what's the matter? Stay in the South Wall pub for two days. This kind of thing can hear your ears out of the old..."

The alcoholic companion smashed him twice and prevented him from going on.

One arm fell on the wine table, and the other alcoholic squats and ran. Shi Qingjue was too scared to move. Only Gao Yang stood up and glared at the person.

The winner who had just participated in the gambling came over, and his upper body was still **. He was half shorter than Gao Yang, but he looked more refined and his muscles sparkled.

"Give you food," said the strong man.

"One is not enough, I have two." Gao Yang did not back down, untied his waist and threw it to Shi Qingjue. "First give the old man a name."

"You don't need it, you dare to take the dragon's waist card to pick things up here, just to find death, what name?"

Gao Yang picked up the wine bowl on the table and didn't know who was on the table. He poured a large mouth and threw the bowl on the floor. He pulled the shirt off and threw it to Shi Qingjue. "How much silver is there, and we will make a small fortune tonight."

The two walked to the venue in cheers, Shi Qingjue holding the knife and clothes, looking at the residual limbs on the table, disgusting and vomiting, and there was no way to stop Gao Yang.

The buddy came over and put two bowls of wine in front of the guests. He took up the stump and left. After two steps, he turned and asked: "Do you want to bet?"

Shi Qingjue shook his head desperately.

"You should bet and your partner is likely to win."

Shi Qingjue turned and found two more people at the table, a tall and majestic high and a young knife.

"My name is Zhang Wei." The old man said, "I want to talk to you."

(Seeking for a recommendation) (To be continued.)