Otherworldly Merchant

“It's me." Langhua replied unusually bland.

“Ranko? How did you get here?” The man across the street dimmed the lights a little.

That's when I realized that standing behind the lights was an extraordinarily big head, wearing a wide peaked cap, covering most of his face, and a round of extraordinarily stylish chin and cheeks, like a Beckham beard. With a large searchlight in his hand, he stood on the stairs like a black tower.

“You think I want to come? Hiding next to Zhang Jiulin is not a joke. Once he finds out, his life will be lost! Come on, pick me up, I'm tired!” After that, he removed the black bag behind him and slapped him on the waist with some fatigue.

The big guy grabbed it with one hand and didn't bother to back off: “Go away, I'll be waiting for you. ”

The two of them kept climbing up, and when they got to the first floor, I kept up.

They climbed five or six floors again, and they stopped climbing up and down the corridor.

From the wrecked layout, this floor should be the Presidential Suite of the Rotten Tail Hotel.

I followed them through several large and small houses to the master bedroom.

It was only then that it became apparent that several people were already waiting in this empty house or standing or standing.

There was a skinny little man sitting on the windowsill, his hair fluttering, his back against the wall, and a half-cut cigarette butt in his hand. It seemed that he had thrown that cigarette butt down.

This is the 21st floor, and once it falls from here, no one will survive.

But he sat on an unprotected windowsill with one leg and half of his body skewed out, and his body was extremely thin, afraid a gust of wind would blow him off.

When Langhua came in, he looked back and said, "Shit, you never know how to write two words on time, do you? I'll teach you. ”

As if Langhua hadn't heard, he grabbed half a bottle of Coke from the fat beard sitting on the ground and drank a big bite from his neck. That's why he smiled. "If you have the guts, try it! ”

“Die!” The skinny little guy threw away his cigarette butt and slapped the window stand with one hand, and the whole man flew over like a big bird.

The shiny hand has an extra snake-shaped sharp knife.

As if Langhua didn't see it, she drank it again.

Boom!

With the tip of the knife just over three inches away from Langhua's throat, it stopped sharply.

The skinny little man's hand was wrapped in an elongated black line.

That black line wasn't a rope, it was hair.

Standing against the wall stands a handcuffed lady with shoulders, a light blue dress, white heels, a sun hat with a circle of wreaths on her head, and a wide pair of sunglasses in the dark.

This outfit, like a beach trip, is a little out of line with the scene right now.

More notably, her thick shawl hair draped down to her waist like a waterfall.

One of them flew out, wrapped around the little skinny wrist.

“Well, when can you two meet and not fight?” A dull sound came from the corner of the wall.

The man was a skinny old man, dressed in a grey coat, with a few sparse goat beards on his chin, a white rag beard next to him, and it said, "Kill the fly." ”

Sitting quietly next to the old man, a little girl with short hair, holding her cheeks in her hand, seemed to be thinking about something, staring out the window.

But the direction she was looking at was just that pigeon's soul that kept spinning!

As you can see, she's the one who just found the pigeon's soul.

Moreover, Madam Xu said that the beautiful woman who helped her upstairs must be right!

“Aren't you the grandson of Chun? There's nothing good about cow, you wait for me.” The little skinny man finished harshly and put away his knife.

The hair of the beautiful sunglasses shrunk back.

Lan Hua smiled. “What are you playing with me? Don't you think my grandmother hasn't left? If my grandmother comes out, you can do it, it's not enough for her old man to pinch a finger! By then, you won't have time to be my grandson. ”

“Forget the usual quarrel between you two. Now you're in front of the outsiders. You want the outsiders to see our jokes? ”

Inside, a young man with glasses sat on the floor with a thick foreign book and his head was not raised.

The skinny little man and Langhua seemed terrified of the man, choking and not daring to make a sound, and looked at the other side inadvertently.

There are also a few people on the other side, or sitting or standing.

But all foreigners.

A pair of young people dressed as couples snuggled up against the window.

An old man in a tuxedo, half-closed eyes with a pipe, looked out the window.

A muscle man more than two meters tall, holding a standing position with one hand on his back, motionless.

A guy with curly little eyes touched his chin and stared at the sunglasses woman across the street.

There was also an old lady with glasses and gray hair, holding a cane and half against the wall, who seemed to be asleep.

From the conversation they just had, most of these Huaxians are master of Longquan Mountain. Especially Lanhua, who is hiding beside me and pretending to be a Shufangsai little fellow, is still the grandson of the elder and elder Chun on the Fourth Mistress of Longquan Mountain!

And the foreigners across the street, they can't really touch it.

From what the little skinny guy and the sunglasses lady just did, these guys are very simple!

It's definitely not a very small character.

And there were seven of them!

And the six foreigners on the other side who look like ordinary people, since they can show up here, and collude secretly with Longquan Mountain, it's not easy to mess with them.

But what are they sneaking around here for?

Pfft!

The young man sitting inside snapped and closed the book, pushing his glasses up and saying to the foreigners across the street: "Mr. Cohen, you're laughing. Now that we've brought what you need, it's time to open our eyes, right? ”

The old man with the pipe threw up a long breath of smoke and nodded slowly, using a foreign cavity with a very heavy nasal tone: “Very good. ”

With this response, the upside-down muscle man, flipped over, flipped over silently.

The old woman who took a close nap opened her eyes, and the couple who whispered through the window turned back, and the curly man who had been staring at the sunglasses was in love with her.

Opposite Dragon Springs, these people turn their heads.

Everyone's eyes are focused on Langhua's big pockets on the back of a big head.

Lan Hua reached out to pick up the bag from the big guy and opened it and said, “This is what I just got. It's still warm. ”