Chapter 74 I'm a killer, do you believe it?

Chapter 74 I'm a killer, do you believe it?

PS: Ask for a collection, a ticket, and a reward. Ha ha, leisure makes you feel good, can't you make leisure feel good?

Seeing the sunset in the west, the ancient city of Lijiang at dusk is covered with golden glow, and a little cooking smoke rises in the simple residential houses, making the whole ancient city look peaceful and quiet.

how could not calm down on Sunday? The shout when Feng Fei left reverberated in the mind of this guy for a long time. There were too many nostalgia and too much reluctance. There was a girl's most straightforward love. Why didn't she rush up? Why didn't she pull the girl out of the car? Why didn't she hold the disperse? The little mouth with the fragrance of virginity, holding soft lips in the bright sunshine of Lijiang, kissing? Love, allow nonsense.

The ancient city, dusk, cooking smoke, running water, the frustrated handsome man, this is a picture scroll of the ancient city of Lijiang, which happened to be installed in various cameras by countless photography enthusiasts, and then spread to the Internet, print magazines, newspapers and other media. According to legend, it finally appeared on the cover of a world-famous magazine. That is: a Chinese man in lovelorn.

And this man who experienced the taste of lovelorn for the first time has scolded himself countless times in his heart. After breaking up with Feng Fei at noon, he arranged his accommodation and came here and sat in the bar waiting for the rabbit. Now it was night. He drank more than 20 bottles of beer, but he didn't eat a little. Wine and dishes, there is no beauty at this time, but the wine is a little high.

Pedestrians on the street are gradually scarce, and the TV on the bar wall has begun to play the chicken-like party. The boss sits in a corner and laughs from time, looking at the drunkard in front of the door like nothing. This kind of man who ran to Lijiang on New Year's Eve is lonely and silent. What else can make a man so depressed than being disappointed in love? Zhen, the boss who has opened a bar in Lijiang for more than ten years, has only one comment on this kind of man, weak and incompetent. Hey hey, this kind of man has an advantage, that is, no matter how much wine he drinks, he will settle the bill honestly. They don't have the courage to run the bill.

The boss misread it this time.

Sunday is drunk. At this time, everything is already a double shadow. Several big men on TV wear Tang costumes to pay New Year's greetings to people they know and don't know. The two men, two women and four hosts praised the peace of the world with an extremely touching voice, and all the faces were full of fleshy smiles. Mom_*_Mom_*, isn't this against me? I don't know if I'm disappointed in love at this time? Zhou Tian was angry, and the consequences were very serious. The two picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it into the TV. With the sound of "pong", the wine bottle hit the TV, and the TV screen broke into pieces. Mom_*_Mom_*. Zhou Tian scolded, "Those who violate my China will be killed even if they are far away" (Zhibai), and opened a bottle of wine and pretended to be honest. Zi, a pair of eager eyes, looked at the empty street.

The bar owner saw that the drunkard in front of the door knocked over the TV and pretended to have nothing to do with it. He sat firmly in front of the door and was dissatisfied. You ran away when he smashed something. A TV is not worth much money. During the Spring Festival, I won't pursue it with you, but if you don't run away, it's wrong. This is too contempt me. What are you saying? In this Lijiang City, I am also a personal person.

The boss is a shrewd figure in Lijiang City. Who can open a bar in Lijiang is not a person? The boss is clear about black and white, and the world is clear. He doesn't want to have a quarrel for a broken TV. He just said that after smashing the TV, Sunday left. Unexpectedly, this guy is still sitting there, which is a little bullying.

A man in his thirties, dressed in blue and with an angry face, walked to Zhou Tian and said, "Brother, am you more handsome than you?" But it's also a Beijing film.

Sunday shook his head.

"Is that taller than you?"

Sunday looked back at the boss standing in front of him and shook his head again.

"Is that me richer than you?"

Sunday took a look at the boss and shook his head again.

"What made my brother dissatisfied with that?" The boss asked.

I still shook my head on Sunday.

"Alas," the boss sighed. This brother is about to be tortured into a mute by a woman. It's really pitiful. Why can't a man break through the woman's level? For example, yourself. Just smash a TV and smash it. It's the Spring Festival.

The boss took four more bottles of wine from the bar, opened two bottles for Sunday and put them in front of him, and put two bottles in front of him.

This brother was hurt by love, and why didn't he pay for it? There is a saying that he was also a fallen person in the world. Looking at the brother's eyes straight at the street all afternoon, thinking that he was waiting for someone, but no one could wait for him anymore. Thinking of this, he picked up the bottle and drank it all. He picked up another bottle and drank it up.

When Zhou Tian saw that the boss poured two bottles down in a blink of an eye, his eyes were a little straight. If the boss comes to do it, Sunday will not show mercy, beat him upside down, relax, and finally lose money. On Sunday, I was soft but not hard. When I saw the boss like this, I regretted for a while. Take out 1,000 yuan from the clothes and put it on the table.

The boss took the money, laughed a few times, and returned the money to Zhou Tian. "There is no need for brother compensation for a broken TV. We northerners pay attention to New Year's reunion. If you can drink with my brother here on 30 nights, I will be happy."

Sunday is speechless. Why don't I drink with you?

The boss took a few more bottles of wine and put them on the table. Whether he drank it or not on Sunday, he continued to drink them bottle by bottle. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bottles entered the stomach. The wine became sad, and my eyes turned red, and my drunkenness gradually appeared.

"Brother, I'll drink with you." Zhou Tian saw that the boss was so bold and knew that he was a temperamental person. If he pretended it again, he would still be a man. He picked up the wine bottle and drank it.

The boss smiled and didn't say anything. He picked up the bottle, touched Zhou Tian's bottle with the mouth of the bottle, and looked up and drank it again.

Two men sat in the bar, guarding the broken TV, and you drank one bottle. A wisp of sadness filled the bar.

In a blink of an eye, the boss had drunk and lay on the table, holding a wine bottle in his hand. Zhou Tian looked at the boss, and his heart surged with pain. He took out 2,000 yuan and stuffed it into the boss's clothes and got up to leave the bar. When I got to the street, I staggered to the hotel. Occasionally, firecrackers sounded from far and near.

The power of wine surged, and he was already very drunk. He secretly mentioned Dantian Zhenqi and kept the clear thoughts in his heart, so as not to force him to move forward.

At the end of the bar street, the eyes suddenly became wide. In front of them was a small square. A wide curtain wall stood on the edge of the square. The Spring Festival Gala was being played. Dozens of young people stood in the square, eating and drinking while waiting for the arrival of the New Year.

"his * aunt's" Zhou Tian scolded, "And this place, if I knew that I had come early, would the girl be there?" The man looked at the crowd, and several girls in revealing clothes screamed and dodged aside, hiding behind more than a dozen boys with inch heads.

Sunday looked at the girls one by one. Without Feng Fei, he was about to turn around and leave. A 20-year-old young man with short yellow hair surrounded Sunday with more than a dozen fellows.

"Kid you leave?" Huang Mao, the leader, said with a sneer.

Sunday tried to raise his eyelids, looked at Huang Mao and said, "Are you talking about me?"

Huang Mao said, "I'm not saying who the fuck you are." He slapped and was about to slap Sunday.

Zhou Tian felt a palm wind sweeping at his handsome face, hurriedly with his right foot as the axis, turned his body around and flashed his yellow hair.

"You do this first," said Sunday, shaking his body.

When Huang Mao saw that he didn't slap a crooked drunk, he was angry. He raised his right foot and stamped Zhou Tian's face and scolded, "Kie him to death."

Zhou Tian's depressed night finally found an outlet and smiled in his heart. There were dead ghosts everywhere. The side body flashed over the yellow hair's right leg, and before the yellow hair's right leg was recovered, he stretched out his left hand to hold it, turned his right hand into a knife, and fiercely cut the joint of the yellow hair's right leg fiercely. He only heard a "kake" and broke the yellow hair's right leg.

Huang Mao's mother fell to the ground and howled with her right leg in her arms. When more than a dozen colleagues saw Huang Mao's right leg being broken by Zhou Tian's palm, how dare they come forward? Zhou Tian scolded, "Looking to die" and shook his body and left the square.

PS: A small explosion, one chapter at noon today, one chapter in the evening, ask for a collection\red ticket\reward. Hehe