In the face of the food that comes to him, Labrador will not learn to be hypocritical, pounce on it, grab it in one bite, and then gobble it up.

The sloppy old man finished eating, and wiped the greasy stains on his hands unceremoniously.

Anyway, one animal doesn't know how to be clean, beautiful and ugly. The old man bared his big white teeth and smiled triumphantly.

He hiccuped contentedly, stretched and wanted to lie down to sleep. However, in the next second, I saw him suddenly bounce.

Hearing only two "boom, click" sounds, where he was lying down just now, a spark flashed, and a long cement bench had been torn apart.

"His grandmother almost broke the old man into pieces!"

He pulled down his somewhat tangled hair, but at one end of his nose he smelled a strong smell of meat, still with a mushy smell.

"Strange? The old man eats chicken obviously, where does the dog meat smell from? I don't know whose family is the loser, even the meat is going to be burned, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

He wrinkled his nose and sniffed vigorously for a few breaths, and the gluttonous worm in his mouth woke up, and he was almost gone.

Just as he turned around and was about to go to rest on the bench on the other side, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large lump of pitch-black things on the ground, still steaming, and it was already charcoal.

"Heh, it's like this in a second. The thief is busy with my heart, and I won't die!" the old man jumped back in fright, and patted his chest with palpitations.

"What should I do? Left hand or right hand this time? Or ...... Change your feet?"

He said to himself, took out a fruit knife from his trouser pocket, and a small bamboo tube, and made a few gestures to his hands and feet.

"No, I have too many knives on my hands, and I am seen, and others think I am a masochist. ”

He hesitated, but he was ruthless, and stabbed himself in the calf.

Blood gushed out, like opening a floodgate, and it was about to fall to the ground as soon as it was seen. He was an experienced man who put the bamboo tube on it and collected it without dropping.

"Backed up, this place ...... How do you lick it?" he looked at his wound with a sad face.

He moved the wound to the outside to facilitate the collection. At this point, the blood had been collected, but there was some paste around it. He tried to change his position, trying to lick the blood clean, but he was always a little bit short.

An uncle who went out for a walk, when he passed by this pavilion, happened to see such a strange scene.

The sloppy old man bent over and tried to lick the outside of his calves. I don't know how his body and bones are done, soft as a dancing girl.

What's even weirder is that there is a lump of burnt meat next to him.

The uncle unconsciously moved to the side and left the pavilion quickly.

After the old man raised his eyes and looked at it, he reluctantly put down his legs, stuffed the bamboo pipe tightly, patted his ass and stood up.

"Alas, what a good place, the old man managed to sneak in, and it seems that he can't stay any longer. ”

Two days ago, when he happened to pass by here, he was attracted by the beautiful and quiet environment through the fence on the side of the road, and without saying a word, he found a wall covered by a creeper, and broke it in after brute force.

Along the way, like a thief, hiding in Tibet, today touching the fish of that family, and tomorrow touching the chickens of this family, but also this wandering day, very moist.

However, now that a trace has been found, a valuable Labrador has not yet been found, and those people have to bala turf to collect him.

With a sigh, he picked up the coke-like Labrador and walked to the lake on the side, and after searching for a long time, he found a large stone tied to it, and threw it in.

"You guy, dogs can't look at people, you say, other people's dogs, when they see the old man, they are desperately barking and barking, I can't wait to eat the old man and I alive. ”

"You're good, you're still sticky and won't leave, now it's okay, it's been cleaned up by the thief! Everything is the destiny of heaven, old man, I don't want to involve the innocent, reincarnated in the next life, remember to keep your eyes open, old man, I am the life of the Tiansha Lone Star, stay away from me!"

He looked at the lake in a daze, his ears moved, but he listened to a lot of footsteps coming in this direction.

He washed his hands by the lake, wiped his face again, shaved his beard with a fruit knife, and washed his hair with his hand, leaving his clothes in tatters that could not be washed.

In October, especially at night, the lake is still a little cold. The old man is in great health, not taboo at all, nor afraid.

Shaking his wet hair, through the dim light next to the lake, he could see his true face.

The thin cheeks, like a knife and an axe, give people the illusion that they are not easy to get close to. The raised eyebrows are like a sharp sword, and it looks not angry but mighty.

The whole person's temperament has changed greatly, which is completely different from the sloppy and sloppy obscene appearance just now.

Refreshed, he found a small deserted garden and went in. However, I don't know if he didn't have enough blood, or if he was really hated by God.

Another lightning bolt struck, at that time, only 0.01 mm away from him, a rockery next to him was clicked, and it exploded directly, and the flying gravel hit his face, and the face that had just been washed was immediately broken.

Not only that, but the hair that was originally wet was immediately dried, and the roots stood on end, as if it was about to explode.

"Wow, it's so moldy, it's been upgraded, this is not for the old man to live!"

The old man touched his face in distress, the blood stains on his fingers were wasted, but he didn't dare to absorb it back, so he could only wipe it on himself.

Maybe the bleeding was finally enough, and there was no movement after that.

The old man wandered around the huge villa complex, and then he saw the corpse of the big tree that had been burned into charcoal.

"What's going on here? Could it be that I'm going to pull it?"

"That's a bit of a surprise, I have to go in and have a look!"

Of course, he didn't do this for the sake of visiting here, but to find an opportunity to compensate the other party.

The door is locked, and the main road is impassable. He glanced at the balcony on the second floor, a disdainful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and a vertical leap jumped like a monkey and hung directly on the balcony.

Just as he was about to shake it and turn over and go in, he saw a cup of herbal tea splash on his face.

The tea irritated the wound above, stabbing him so much that he almost didn't let go.

Through the dark shadow, a man could be vaguely seen leaning against the railing, carrying a teacup in one hand and smoking a cigarette in the other, swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

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