Chapter 243 History of Jazz's Blood and Tears

Wu Xian looked at Ibel. The back of Jimei's departure was very depressed, and she was despised by a woman. But who can be blamed? Who says that the degree of openness abroad is too high?

If a 20-year-old person like me is still a qualified product, who will be despised by them?

However, recalling the wet kiss just now, Wu Xian couldn't help licking his lips. Although it was not the first time to kiss, it still felt quite wonderful, and for a young man who didn't know the smell of meat for nearly two years, it was simply a timely rain!

"Isn't it enjoyable?" The black widow's cold voice came, which woke up Wu Xianmeng who was trapped in YY.

Looking at the black widow beside him, he asked, "How long have you been here?"

"I came here when you saw the beautiful woman." The cute little face of the black widow is full of unhappy appearance, and she can hang an oil bottle on her mouth.

Wu Xian knew that the black widow was joking, but she looked like this, which made herself unresult, as if she had done something wrong to her.

"Hehe..." Wu Xian could only smile and didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Do you like that very much?" When the black widow saw that Wu Xian didn't say anything, she took the initiative to ask.

Wu Xian opened his eyes and looked at the black widow in front of him, as if he had heard a big thing. After a few seconds of shock, Wu Xian's face returned to normal. He looked at the black widow seriously and said, "I still have a gun. I'll oil the gun first."

After saying that, Wu Xian ran away, leaving only the dumbfounded black widow. Seeing that Wu Xian was so afraid of herself, the black widow couldn't help touching her face and said to herself, "Am I so ugly?" For the first time, the Black Widow doubted her appearance.

Wu Xian ran to his camp in one breath, gasping and didn't care about the cracked wound on his leg. Judging from the amount of bleeding, there was no big problem with the wound, so Wu Xian was too lazy to take care of it.

"If the black widow goes on like this, I guess she is not far from death. In this way, how can she have a life to play!" Wu Xian thought that for the series of actions of the Black Widow, Wu Xian could only imagine that the Black Widow was playing with himself and did not think it was an emotional matter at all. It can also be said that Wu Xian did not dare to think emotionally at all. It can be imagined that the legend of the Black Widow had a great psychological shadow on Wu Xian.

Just as Wu Xian wanted to lie down**, a head suddenly appeared by Wu Xian's bedside. Wu Xian pulled out his saber and flew over. At the same time, he also pulled out the spicy chicken Glock 17.

"Don't shoot, it's me!" Jazz's slightly embarrassed voice sounded from under the bed.

Wu Xian also put away the gun when he heard the voice of jazz. Seeing Jazz crawling out of **, there was also a blood stain on his swollen face, which had absolutely nothing to do with his previous elegance.

After seeing the safety, the Sir jumped from behind the marching bed to the march** and pointed to Wu Xian and said sadly, "Brother, do you make people live? With Sadako, it is inevitable to be punched and kicked by her, but at least he is a man who can carry it. It was not easy to get out of the clutches and come to your place to avoid the limelight. Unexpectedly, it was more ruthless than Sadako, and the knife came directly to greet you. And don't move your hand away. Do you want to draw a gun? Say it!"

Sir is now like a worker exploited by Zhou Pi, and even his generation is confused. Wu Xian took out his ear slightly and looked at the jazz's behavior like a shrew. There was a little silence for him in his heart. Is a good person really tortured like this by the black widow?

"How dare you say that if I didn't throw a flying knife just now, but drew a gun and shot directly, can you stand here and talk to me now?" Wu Xian asked. Say, why are you hiding from me?"

"Ha ha... Take advantage of your brother's light to avoid the limelight. As soon as he heard that Wu Xian had the intention to drive him out, Jazz immediately flattered him.

After saying that, Sir immediately felt wrong. It seemed that he almost died in Wu Xian's hands just now. What's wrong with him? Unexpectedly, it's so flattering.

"No! It seems that you can't resist me! How does it feel like I owe you something?

"So, do you want me to kick you out?" Wu Xian grabbed Jazz's painful feet and said, as if he felt that his words were not strong enough and said, "Maybe Sadako is outside~!"

"Brother, aren't you my own brother?" Jazz was about to cry without being so playful. When Wu Xian saw that Jazz was soft, he no longer pursued his intrusion into his room without permission. However, the reality seems to be the opposite, but now that Wu Xian has taken the initiative, even if Jazz has more complaints, he can only endure it.

Wu Xian bypassed Jazz and walked into his backpack, touched it, took out half a gold coin, held it up and said to Jazz, "Change two bottles of good wine!"

When Jazz saw what was holding in his hand, his eyes were straight, and his eyes did not leave half of the gold coin in Wu Xian's hand for a moment.

"Lafite in 1982, a bottle of Louis XIV!" Two bottles of famous wine came out of the Jazz. Wu Xian nodded with a smile. With a force in his hand, the half of the gold coin flew to the Jazz.

Jazz quickly took it and complained, "Do you know the value of this thing? It's not as spoiled as you."

Wu Xian smiled and said nothing. This half of the gold coin is also the harvest of his trip to Libya! Wu Xian also knows a little about the value of the things in his hand, at least much more valuable than the two bottles of wine in the Jazz newspaper, but Wu Xian doesn't care at all.

I know that in addition to collecting guns, Jazz likes collecting coins the most. What shocked Wu Xian most was that there were countless coins hanging on the walls of a Jazz house, most of which were coins of Z country, which were basically available in every dynasty, and there were some secret money. When Wu Xian asked the Jazz if he knew what year the money was, the Jazz began to explain vividly, saying that the money was the currency of the popular country. Due to their country's worship habits, their coins were also special, and the country has existed for a short time in the long river of history, so the money The coin is very valuable. I spent a million dollars to buy it back.

Wu Xian almost endured his smile and listened to the Jazz. However, seeing Wu Xian's red face because of his laughter, Jazz thought he had hit Wu Xian. An orthodox Z countryman is not as much as a foreigner. Can he not blush?

So that time, Jazz specially opened his cabinet and asked Wu Xian to pick up a secret play money to watch. Jazz also took a secret play money and said in an expert's look: "According to my observation, people in this era are particularly open, more open than us Westerners, and they actually took the spring 1 palace map so early... Am I right?" Jazz threw a look at Wu Xian, indicating that he was erudite and talented. It's really good for them to think of the picture of the Spring 1 Palace on the coins. At their level of sexual openness, the extent of our West, in today's words, that's scum!"

Hearing Jazz's serious tone, Wu Xian couldn't help laughing loudly and thundering. Jazz was shocked by Wu Xian's sudden laughter and asked with a little worry, "Xian, are you all right?"

"Haha... I have a stomachache!" Wu Xian covered his stomach and his breath was very unstable. For Wu Xian, this situation only appeared after strong exercise, but now he was defeated by Jazz in a few words.

Wu Xian laughed so hard that he stopped when his face began to cramp, but the jazz beside him already had a black face. Who told Wu Xian to give him so much faceless? It seems that this thing is his favorite. I guess he will announce his great discovery when he is not a mercenary, and then he can enjoy his old age.

"Sir, do you think the currency of this country that has appeared briefly in history?" Wu Xian asked the Jazz for this question, but Wu Xian wanted to laugh again after saying it, but when he saw Jazz's black face, Wu Xian stopped.

Jazz nodded, and Wu Xian couldn't help it again. Jazz's face became darker and darker with Wu Xian's laughter. In the end, Wu Xian really couldn't control his laughter and had to put some of his secret play money on the computer. But this process was painful. Because the smile was too fierce and tears blurred his eyes, Wu Xian could not find where the button was.

When Jazz read the words Wu Xian typed on the computer, a dark face became darker than black charcoal. He took out a bottle of vodka in his wine cabinet and poured it into his stomach without waste. After drinking, Jazz scolded loudly: "Z country liar! If I find him, I must put the money in his asshole.

Wu Xian looked aside and didn't say anything. Others rely on this way to eat. If you don't fool anyone, who will go? However, Jazz is also pitiful enough. Several hundreds of yuan of secret drama money have been carried to one million dollars. Can this not make Jazz angry? This is more profitable than mercenaries, and there is not much risk.

Looking at the jazz holding half a gold coin, Wu Xian suddenly recalled this funny story.