Otherworldly Merchant

Ye XIII is quite frank.

But think about it, I suddenly appeared in the tour, and it certainly wasn't a coincidence. Eighty-nine out of ten came for him.

“It's a pleasure to meet you. Your recent big pens have been amazing!” I smiled and shook his hand.

“Where, where.” Ye Xiao Huan said: "Mr. Zhang's fame has already been heard from the north and south of Dajiang, I just came out. Our chairman mentioned Mr. Zhang's name a lot. He used to tell us that his biological son was like Zhang Jiulin. ”

“Even if he had already released his words, anyone who could invite Mr. Zhang into Dragon Springs would have done a great job! ”

“I've always wanted to see the wind! I didn't expect to see Mr. Zhang in an exotic country. What an honor! I don't know if Mr. Zhang is doing his job this time or just hanging out. ”

“I can't talk business, I don't have the leisure time to play, I'm just here to pick up something.” I smiled and said.

Ye Xiaoyi heard this place, his eyes shifted for a moment, and he laughed: “That's a coincidence. So am I. Let's see which of us is lucky. I hear Mrs. Sister-in-law is a big star, and your son is smarter. ”

“Thanks for the compliment, my son is very naughty. If I don't hit him twice, I won't be honest. After a while, I'll have to settle the ledger with him!” I'm not a lowlife.

“Yo, you have to be careful. Don't be like those guys. You can't even find your way home. ”

Speaking of which, we looked at each other at the same time with a cold smile on our faces.

Squeak!

The tour bus suddenly leaned forward as a heavy brake rang.

All the other passengers were swayed and almost fell. I held onto the front back so that I wouldn't hit them. Ye XIII's legs were like roots, the tattoo was still motionless, and a fat man sitting at the end with more than two hundred kilos grabbed half a bottle of beverage with his hand and slammed forward.

Ye XIII seemed unintentionally to wave softly.

A wind blows out of the sky, and you can barely even blink your eyelids fast.

Pfft!

The fat man about to hit suddenly seemed to hit a wall and fell on his back, which was highly inertial.

The bottle in his hand slammed out and the drinks poured like rain. But when the wind blew, they all avoided Ye XIII and spilled my face.

I'm pinching an invisible needle. I'm not moving! Han Lao Liu and Ding Lan have repeatedly explained that if there is no danger to their lives, do not move lightly, let alone reveal their abilities. Although I don't know the exact plan, it looks like they might have predicted that this guy would definitely test me.

So this time, I didn't hide at all.

“I have paper towels here.” Ye Thirteen grabbed the paper towel, indistinctly, and wiped it directly against my face.

This was faster than ever, and a crippled video waved straight to the front door.

My whole body of muscles, my nerves are tight, but I'm still motionless.

Paper towels fell on my eyebrows and seemed to have been deliberately dotted.

I pretended not to thank him, “I'll do it myself.” I took the tissue from his hand and wiped it up.

In addition to the beverage, there was a cold sweat on my forehead.

This guy's technique is extremely rapid and fierce, and the force and angle are perfectly mastered. If he doesn't put it away in time, I'm afraid even if my brain door is made of steel, it will definitely be poked out of a big hole!

I don't know if he knows the art of yin and yang, but by the looks of it, he's at least a martial arts master! And a master I've never seen before.

In martial arts alone, maybe I can't even get 20 moves under him!

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry...” The fat man who fell, very sorry to climb up, even said to me.

“How did you do that?” I pretended to be angry and asked.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.” Fatty tried to argue with his face.

“That's right! Son of a bitch meant it. ”

Ye Xiao slanted me and spilled a drink. The fat man was supposed to listen to this. He was angry and wanted to argue with me. Then he thought, it was the driver's fault. Now he turned his head and said, “How did you drive? ”

“Sorry, sorry!” The guide hastily explained: “A child just suddenly crossed the road, and the driver was forced to fasten his seat belt. Hey, why are you untying your seat belt again?” The guide finally discovered the essence of the problem.

The whole car was violently shaken, but only this fat guy was thrown out, which means the guy didn't wear a seat belt at all.

While driving, the guide checked one by one. This guy must be too fat, uncomfortable, and secretly solved it again.

After listening, Fatty turned back on herself, so she stopped arguing and mumbled and sat back again.

The bus restarted and drove slowly forward.

Suddenly, Ye XIII's eyes settled sharply and stared out the window.

There were many people standing on the sidewalk outside the window, but I knew at first sight who he was looking at!

A little boy standing on the side of the street with a schoolbag, probably seven or eight years old, dressed in extremely worn dirty clothes, with two dark bare feet, a dark red scarf around his neck and a string of keys.

The red collar, the broken bag, the key bracelet, and this outfit are obviously the costumes of poor children at the end of the last century in the country.

Don't say this is Korea, even in China, children in such costumes are extremely rare! What's even stranger is that all the people who stood with him were blind, as if all of them could not see the strange little boy in the costume.

Ye XIII stared at the little boy for a long time, until the bus turned around, which turned back.

All of a sudden, his pupils zoomed in again!

Or did the little boy show up in front of the bus again? The little boy was so far behind, why did he come forward again?

The exact same outfit, the exact same colour hurried across from the front of the bus.

But this time the driver didn't see it, so he just rushed over.

Unobstructed, the little boy was like air, and the bus passed through him!

Ye XIII turned his head and the little boy was nothing and stood on the sidewalk again.

The place was changed and the person standing beside him was completely different. Only this brightly dressed little boy remained the same, even with the same movements and eyes as the talent!

It's like a cut from an old photograph, and it's stuck in the crowd.