Here Lies The Wicked

The air is filled with hot and dull fire.

Even if it's a dark night,

When Qing Ming Festival passed, the temperature was clearly felt rising every day.

At night in the city, it can't be clarified. Instead, it brings a foggy sense of distant haze. It's just that there are occasional young people moaning and moaning. In fact, many people are used to calling it, haze!

City, University City.

It seems that when every pupil was very young, he had been indoctrinated by society as a whole, that the university was an ivory tower and that countless people struggled to get into it, and that the cold windows read for twelve years.

But it wasn't until after entering the ivory tower that people were stunned to discover that the ivory tower actually had a seven-long desire, it was also a small society, and there was another side that was invisible in the shadows.

For example, a hairdresser who doesn't have the equipment but does business every day...

For example, I don't know why I always like red lights. There are lots of young ladies massage shops...

For example, youth hotels that often hang activity blackboards at their doorsteps, youth receive 10% off, Christmas 20% off, and Valentine's Day 20% off and a complimentary "package” meal service.

For example, a college couple's half-price crowdflow hospital also gave away a free "Sexual Knowledge Living Lecture" CD-ROM gift pack from the former Tai Dynasty...

And the university city at night is the busiest.

Couples, cyclists, internet cafés, barbecue stalls, beer bottle cups change shadows.

At this time, it appeared in the University City.

At this point, instead of staying in the underworld shop as usual, he appeared in the university city like an unemployed traveler, and at first glance he knew that he was a laid-off unemployed youth.

Three days have elapsed since the last day Mr. Fook was said to be coming back.

The Chinese usually say two days to pay you back, two days to gather for dinner, two days to go away… The two days here, is a time abstract, usually referring to ten and a half days later. But Zuo Qiantuo said that Mr. Fu came back in two days, but Mr. Fu really came back in two days.

So today, the third day, Fang is successfully laid off from work.

Seriously, it's not lay-off.

Instead, he gave up his chance...

……

Generally speaking, universities are open to the outside world and become free scenic spots, but that is limited to the day. From one night to the next, all universities look the same, and society is forbidden to enter.

Lao Shi University City, Teacher Normal University.

There is a small street next to the old Humanities College.

As a highly populated college city, from one night to the next, it is also very lively, small restaurants, food stalls, self-reliant college students who struggle to earn their living, internet cafes...

Even off-campus fortune tells the monks to come to the university city to steal the land, fantasizing about getting rich from college students.

At this time, the party is pretending to sit in front of a fate stand closest to the Humanities Academy, under the pretext of naming, in fact, to follow the special operations department movement in the old Humanities Academy.

Fang never believed in these Jianghu clubs, so he reached out his right hand. In fact, he kept an eye on the old Humanities Academy, which was separated by a wall.

Mr. Fate in front of him, an old man around the age of fifty with a goat's beard, still looks like he is wearing a robe, but this robe may be due to the prop suit, even if the paste is slightly white, it has not been thrown away.

But let's not say that putting on this obviously some years old white robe is really that slightly unusual, fairy wind tunnel bone.

Hmm.

People call this the sinister atmosphere of history.

The wine is still Chan's scent.

The fox is still an old fraud.

Mr. Fate first glanced up at the soy sauce squares. Instead of calculating fate immediately, the tone was faint. “Little brother, are you here to smash the scene? ”

The robe, blunt tone, not surprised, is really so exotic.

Fang Zhengyi was surprised.

Is this what they see?

Mr. Fate twisted with a faint grimace: "Little brothers know why men and women have said it since ancient times? ”

“Because a man's right hand kills too hard. ”

Square: “…”

The goddamn right hand kills too much.

This clearly means something to him...

Mr. Fate looked up at the square: “The pulse of the hands, first the innate, then the day after tomorrow, the man looked at the left hand and the woman looked at the right hand, because the man looked at the innate right hand and the woman looked at the guitarist, and vice versa. Little brothers this way, directly reach out your right hand, this is clearly come with a killing atmosphere. ”

Square: “…”

The goddamn left innate right killer.

In order to delay the calculation stall a little longer, Fang Fangzheng thought the snake and changed his left hand.

This time, Mr. Fate stared at Fang Zheng's left hand. He looked at it half the time. The more he looked at it, the more he said, "Little brother, are you single now? ”

Cough.

Fang Zheng hastily covered up his embarrassment with a dry cough.

Mr. Fortune continued: "Little brother, have you heard a word? ”

“What do you mean?” Fang is here to entertain.

“The bigger I get, the loner I get.” Mr. Fortune is still so faint.

“Left congenital right day after day, left hand represents the birth of a human being, little brother left palm shows the life of being alone, but I have a solution...”

Fang immediately darkened his face.

Is this a curse on him all his life?

After he practiced martial arts, his body was unusual. The bigger he was, the bigger he was, the bigger he was alone.

At first, he thought that the old clergyman was quite professional in front of him. He didn't even know it was two or three sentences away.

Fang directly interrupted Mr. Fate's unfinished words, haha: “I wonder if the master has heard another word? ”

“The master held hands with the poor monk, and the heifer would take the wire. ”

“ ”

Fortune tells me that Mr. Fortune is blushing.

“Pretending to be struck by lightning.” Square Heh.

Mr. Fate: “…”

Mm-hmm.

Fang suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and he didn't blink and stare at Mr. Fate in front of him.

Previously, due to the darkness of the sky, combined with the fact that not all attention was paid to Mr. Fate, at this time he looked closely and immediately found that Mr. Fate in front of him seemed familiar.

But he couldn't remember where the two of them had actually met.

Mr. Fate was stared at by Fang Zheng for a while, suddenly two strands of cold.

“You... what do you want to do?” Mr. Fortune is a little nervous this time and can no longer pretend to be faint and calm.

“Master, have we met somewhere before?” Fang asked with some thought.

Mr. Fate directly said: “Little brother, what I do is work hard, every time I count gossip, it leaks the sky machine, damages the Yin De, and wants to fold the life of the yang. Ten bucks at a time, you can't afford to lose money, you can't afford to fool around, you don't even want a discount on the ten bucks, do you? ”

“I remember you! ”

“Have you ever set up a stall in the People's Hospital of Lao Shi and sold fake secrets? ”

Square eyes squinted.

Right here!

+1 Normal Soul Qi and +1 Normal Soul Qi are flown out of the old Humanities Academy, a wall apart.

Square eyes squinting more like fox faces smiling.