Chapter 419 The King of Yan thinks you are more handsome than him and won't take you in

Hearing the weekend asking himself, the old man looked very proud. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said proudly, "Kid, I have a terminal illness, and it's an infectious disease!"

"..." After listening to the old man's words on the weekend, I couldn't help but climb a black line on my forehead. Listening to the old man's tone, he seemed to be proud of having an infectious disease and terminal illness. How could he not be depressed on the weekend? Moreover, if the old man really has an infectious disease and he will be quarantined, how can he wander around in the smoking area like an innocent person?

"Old man, you want to sit alone in a chair, so you made it up, right?" It was funny on the weekend, he said.

After listening to the weekend, the old man was immediately unhappy and said, "What are you talking about? I'm really terminally ill!"

Noting the old man's slightly red face when he spoke, he was funny on the weekend. He felt that the character of the old man beside him was very similar to Mr. Jin Yong's old naughty boy Zhou Botong.

After all, there are six other people smoking in the smoking area, and it is not easy to expose the old man's tricks on weekends and stop talking.

However, if you don't say it on weekends, it doesn't mean that the old man won't say it.

This old man had a face of Chongyang, the king of magic power, but he was also the character of the old urchin Zhou Botong. It can be imagined that when he was young, he must have been a beautiful figure.

"However, you don't care if I have an infectious disease." The old man pretended to be mysterious.

"Hmm?" Hearing this on the weekend, my heart couldn't help but thump, "How do you know that I'm not afraid of you getting infectious diseases?"

"Because you and I are the same kind of people." The old man deliberately lowered his voice and said with a smile, "Kid, if I'm not mistaken, you should also have a terminal illness!"

"Ah?" I was so shocked that I almost jumped out of the chair.

Yes, although he did not get a terminal illness or infectious disease on the weekend, his current condition is no different from that of a terminal illness.

If the old man is really a dying person, he and the weekend are indeed the same kind.

What I can't figure out on the weekend is how the old man can see that he has terminal illness on the weekend?

I knew that in Dr. Wang's consultation room before, Dr. Wang failed to detect the physical problems on the weekend. It was also because of this that Dr. Wang asked him to have a urine test on the weekend.

Dr. Wang is an expert in internal medicine in this hospital. His papers often appear in medical journals. Dr. Wang did not detect the weekend's symptoms through several methods, but the inconspicuous old man next to him on the weekend was detected. Is this old man a magic doctor?

But the problem is that even a magic doctor may not be able to detect the physical condition on the weekend.

But the question is that the old man did say that the weekend was also about to die. Is it possible that the old man was blind?

In order to test whether the old man is a nonsense charlatan, he simply put on a straight face on the weekend and put on a very angry expression and said, "Old bastard, you are terminally ill! Do you swear like this? Do you know that you are cursing me?

When he said this on the weekend, he played the role of a bully who bullied the old, the weak and the sick. He was confident that the old man would be too scared to speak.

However, what surprised the weekend was that the old man was not scared, but still maintained the signature smiling face of the old urchin Zhou Botong. Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Afterlife, don't scare people. I'm not scared."

"And I'm not a charlatan who likes to run a train. Since I said you have a terminal illness, you must be terminally ill. In my opinion, the old man, you have got a terminal disease, and you can't live for three days. You are a dying person.

"I advise you to spend money to find a few women to have fun. How boring it is to smoke here alone? Besides, don't ask the doctor to waste money. With that money, it's the king's way for you to use it to save me and accumulate some sinister virtues.

"You..." After listening to the old man's series of words, the weekend was shocked. Yes, whether the weekend is willing to admit or not, the old man in front of him is really a strange person.

"What am I?" The old man glanced at the weekend and said proudly, "Kid, do you believe that I'm not a charlatan now?"

"I believe it! I believe it!" On the weekend, his brain turned quickly. He thought that since the old man could see his physical condition at a glance, there might be a way to save himself, so he quickly took out half a bag of golden Kang from his pocket. Originally, he was going to hand one to the old man on the weekend. On second thought, he was reluctant to let the child not be trapped by the wolf. Simply, he would take half a bag of golden Kang. They all handed them to the old man and said, "Old man, come on, the younger generation, please smoke."

Seeing the half box of gold handed over on the weekend, the old man's eyes lit up, and his eyes couldn't help shining, looking like a rich man, as if he were holding real gold in his hand on the weekend.

The old man was not polite and "grab" the half box of gold Kang in his hand on the weekend.

"Kid, don't get close to me." The old man took out a golden health from the cigarette box and put it on before swallowing smoke and saying slowly, "Tell you the truth, I can't cure the disease next to you!"

"Can't you cure it?" On the weekend, he was slightly stunned and asked uncertainly.

"Yes." The old man had an attitude that was none of his business and enjoyed the taste of golden health.

"Since that's the case..." On the weekend, he grabbed the cigarette box in the old man's hand without paying attention, and even the cigarette in the old man's mouth was taken back by him. "I'm not a big man, let alone a philanthropist. Since you can't save me, don't smoke my cigarette!"

"You... alas..." The old man said with a painful sigh when he saw the cigarette back on the weekend, "Alas, the world is getting older!"

With that, the old man took out a three-yuan pack of inferior cigarettes from his pocket.

"What?" Seeing the old man smoking, he was slightly stunned on the weekend. Yes, what the old man smoked was the kind of three-yuan a pack of cigarettes he smoked before the weekend. Somehow, he suddenly missed the poor and white life.

It is true that although at that time, I could only wear old high school uniforms, smoked three yuan a pack of inferior cigarettes, and could only work for dozens of yuan every day, at least it was a period of grinding on weekends, which was a valuable asset in life. If it hadn't been for the experience of depression in the past, how would you be motivated to fight for today's "three tile houses"?

After such a while, I felt that the dark energy in my body was getting more and more out of my control. Those dark energy seemed to be crazy, rampaging around. If it hadn't been for the weekend, I'm afraid that those dark energy would have already put the meridians, gas and interiors in the weekend. The dirt has been broken.

Once the blood and internal organs in the body are broken by the dark force, then the weekend's life will come to an end.

At the thought of death, the weekend seemed to feel that I had returned to the painful years when I had just left school.

At that time, he moved bricks in the brick factory. Not to mention smoking gold, even three yuan a pack of low-quality cigarettes often cut off food.

At that time, on the weekend, he felt that three yuan a pack of cigarettes was the driving force for him to struggle. In order to think about when there would be a pack of three yuan cigarettes in his pocket, he sweated like rain in the brick factory and worked hard.

"Old man, can you give me a cigarette?" Seeing the old man enjoying it, he spoke cheekily on the weekend.

"Afterlife, don't you have a bag of golden Kang smoked by a local tycoon? Why do you have to smoke my three-yuan pack of rotten cigarettes?" The old man said curiously, "Besides, don't young people like you like to compare most? If you want to smoke, you need to smoke golden health, and you need to play with Crazy Dog on your mobile phone. Vulgar, unbearable!"

"I like to smoke three yuan a pack of rotten cigarettes." On the weekend, he answered the old man's question in a simple sentence. At the same time, he said, "Old man, how about I exchange all the golden Kang in my hand for a cigarette?"

"Hey, how can this be?" Although the old man is 70 or 80 years old, his hands are really too flexible. He said he was embarrassed, but his movements did not stop at all. As he spoke, he had handed a cigarette to the weekend.

On the weekend, he fulfilled his promise. While taking the cigarette handed by the old man, he handed half a bag of gold in his hand to the old man, then stood up from the chair and squatted down to the corner of the wall to pump himself.

Seeing him squatting in the corner of the wall and smoking on the weekend, a trace of slippery flashed in his eyes. He paused. The old man said, "Laosheng, your brain is broken by the crack in the door. You are willing to exchange half a pack of golden Kang for my rotten cigarette."

"I just like it!" On the weekend, he took a big breath of smoke and let the hot power of the cigarette burn his throat. "As long as I like it, even a grass, I regard it as a treasure, but if I don't like it, even if it's a treasure, I think it's a grass."

I don't know why, when I said this on the weekend, the eyes that had been almost pure seemed a little empty, as if the big-tailed wolf had been beaten and licked in a dark cave by a hungry tiger.

The crazy dark energy in his body became more and more violent at this moment. On the weekend, he felt that his throat was sweet, which was the blood overflowing from his lungs. If he hadn't deliberately suppressed it, he would have vomited blood.

People who have experienced life and death or love and hate are poets and thinkers. Obviously, weekends are such people.

"Why are you so pessimistic at such a young age?" After listening to the words on the weekend that sounded a little embarrassed but had a good taste, the old man said, "Who can not die? What's the difference between dying early and dying late? Besides, don't you have three days to get up? With that energy and pessimism, it's better to do something that can make you happy. Even after three days, you may not really have to die. Maybe the king of hell thinks you are more handsome than him, and he doesn't want to take you in?

"Does the king of Yan think I'm more handsome than him?" Hearing this on the weekend, I almost couldn't help laughing, "Interesting! Interesting!"

At this moment, a girl in white sportswear flashed at the door of the smoking area. The girl was tall and childish on her face. However, the slender legs wrapped in white trousers and the bulging curvature of her chest were like a ripe fat sheep.

This childlike girl is Tang Ziyan.

Tang Ziyan has been sitting on the bench outside the door of the smoking area and waiting for the weekend, but more than 10 or 20 minutes have passed and the weekend has not come out. After all, she was present when she vomited blood before the weekend. She was worried about whether something had happened on the weekend, so she blushed and rushed into the smoking area adjacent to the men's toilet.

Fortunately, there was only the weekend and the old man in the smoking area at this time, and everyone else had already left. Otherwise, Tang Ziyan would be ashamed to death.

The old man saw Tang Ziyan standing at the door and suddenly felt that his eyes lit up and his color was exposed, so he almost drooled.