In the early hours of the morning, there was no longer the noise of the daytime in the bustling business district of the Southern Special Economic Zone, and there was silence everywhere.

Bang!

A muffled sound came from the dimly lit alley and finally disappeared at the end of the building.

On the side of the street, a few lights in the high-rise residential buildings were immediately turned on, and then turned off one after another.

On the empty road lay a young man, covered in ash.

His name is Qin Feng, and today is his 682nd day in this city.

Opposite him, there stood a thin and white man at this moment, this man seemed to have not woken up for several years, hanging a thin head.

I saw him swing the handle of the pot in his hand up and down as he spoke.

Qin Feng lay on the ground, and after a few minutes, his dull head was slightly clear. The moment the blood flowed down the corners of his eyebrows into his eyes, he immediately realized that he had been beaten by the grandson in front of him.

"I'll go to your grandfather's! You dare to beat me? Lao Tzu will fight with you!"

Qin Feng scolded as he rushed forward.

As a result, he found that he couldn't move, and his shoulders were firmly grasped by two strong dart men at this time.

Qin Feng glanced at the night sky, only to see that the night sky was dark and starless, and there was no moonlight, so he lowered his head helplessly.

Tianzun taught me three techniques, going to the sky and stepping on the air. The female snail passed me three points three, a point of life, a point of luck, and a point of the country.

The resurrected and reborn Qin Shi Huang has thousands of abilities, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, but unfortunately he loses all functions on the last day of the end of the month.

At this moment, in the face of several bodyguards, he had no choice but to endure.

"Blind your dog's eye. Wang Shao, you can offend this?"

After the thin man finished speaking, he threw the handle of the pot in his hand violently.

With a "whoosh", the pot handle flew past Qin Feng's ears.

Qin Feng came to work here for a few days, and when he was bartending to a guest today, he accidentally broke a bottle of Hennessy XO.

Usually when this happens, it's nothing more than a loss of bottles of wine. But that Wang Shao is indeed not a reasonable master, so he has to let Qin Feng lick the wine on the ground.

Qin Feng could stand this anger, and while arguing, he picked up the ashtray on the table and opened a melon on his head.

What are you kidding, the waiter beat the VIP guest, or directly use the ashtray to open the guest's head.

As a group of suit-clad bodyguards gathered, all entertainment in the bar also stopped.

The DJ stopped DJing, and onlookers filled the booths.

It's just that among the many colleagues, none of them came to help, and even the manager, who usually looks like a bull X roaring, doesn't know where to hide now.

Yes, this young man who doesn't even speak Mandarin is standard, and he basically doesn't communicate with others after coming here. Naturally, he has no friends, and no one is willing to help him.

What's more, the people who work as waiters are generally from families that are not wealthy and come out to earn a little money. When encountering difficulties for guests, let the guests pretend to be majestic and show off.

On some occasions, money and dignity are directly proportional, and more money can save face. And this kind of waiter who directly starts working when encountering unreasonable guests is really the best in the industry.

At this time, Wang Shao was also full of confusion, he had lived in a superior environment since he was a child, and this was the first time he was beaten, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

In the crowd, the security captain walked out, dialed a phone call, and finished the situation. According to the instructions on the phone, he called Qin Feng to the street at the back door of the bar.

After a while, the bar owner Li Gongzi got out of the Land Rover full of alcohol.

"Kneel," he roared at Qin Feng with his saliva flying.

"Kneeling" is impossible. Lao Tzu knelt to the sky, knelt to the ground, knelt to the elders during the Qingming Festival, parents for the New Year, you are a rich second generation, and you also want me to kneel. Lao Tzu used to be a generation of emperors, although the phoenix that landed is not as good as a chicken, people can not be arrogant, but they must not be arrogant.

"Bah" again.

The black-faced and big-eared bodyguard held a beer bottle and slammed it on Qin Feng's head.

Qin Feng shook off his slightly drooping bangs and stared at the black bodyguard.

glared at him. The eyes just met.

Suddenly, my eyelids sank and I fell into a dream.

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A woman in a short pink skirt twisted and twisted left in front of her eyes, and her black high heels knocked on the ground with a "knock! knock!"

302, a room number.

"Tick! click" The door opened.

"Honey, did you miss me," asked the woman in pink, turning her back to her stockings as she pulled off her stockings.

What's going on, who are you? Am I there?

"Woo! Woo!" black heels flew past his eyes, making two thumps on the TV stand.

Facing the bedside mirror, the black-faced and big-eared bodyguard inside stared at the stunner in front of the bed while taking off his clothes and pants.

This?this?This is not me?How is this a black-faced bodyguard? Obviously it seems to be in a dream, why is the protagonist this bodyguard? Qin Feng really didn't understand what was going on in front of him.

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"Hey, wake up!" a leg kicked in the abdomen with a scream.

I immediately felt stuffy in my stomach, and I wanted to vomit slightly.

endured the pain in his stomach and looked around, there was no woman in pink, not even a woman.

There were only white baboons and his two bodyguards.

"Good boy, you can still sleep, I'll let you sleep!"

"Smack" the white baboon gave a hard slap.

Qin Feng suddenly felt a hot fire on his face, and couldn't help but be angry, faintly feeling a hot air emanating from behind.

His teeth were clenched, his hands were clenched, and his eyes were glaring.

Look, his small eyes, no matter how small, have no light at all, and must have been mixed up in nightclubs.

I just wanted to scold him, but my eyelids sank, and the picture turned to another scene.

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Qin Feng was sitting on a chair for a while, with a mirror in front of him, and in the mirror was a white baboon.

He sat lazily in front of the mirror, squinting at the woman in pink.

Why is it a woman in pink again?

On a white chair, a handsome barber dyes her burnt hair.

"My dear, the day after tomorrow is my birthday. I've got my eye on a Prada bag, can you stay with me tomorrow?" she said, looking at her milk and milky.

"Wow" is a very beautiful young woman, with a round face, long eyelashes, and big watery eyes. Suddenly there was an inexplicable impulse, like the feeling of dry wood being roasted by the sun.

Is she talking to me?

How to wear the same clothes as the woman in the dream just now, socks and shoes of the same color.

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This.... Am I being beaten stupid? Why do I have two similar and different dreams? Who is this woman? Why don't I have any impression? Qin Feng was a little confused, feeling that he was not schizophrenic.

"Poof" the body is smart. I saw the thin white monkey holding a bucket, and Qin Feng's whole body was drenched.

"Cow, you're so good! You can still sleep after being beaten. Are you addicted to the beating, or do you think I'm hitting too lightly?"

Qin Feng ignored him, pondering what had just happened.

After thinking about it for a long time, I never remembered that there was this skill in the chapter of the three ancient volumes. I hadn't learned such a spell myself, so how could something like this happen all of a sudden?

Could it be... Passive skills?

"The stars and the moon are gone, and all laws return to the void. There are thousands of things in the world, and it is difficult to determine what there is and what it does not. ”

Qin Feng vaguely remembered that there was such a sentence in the ancient scroll, and at that time, he only felt that this was complete nonsense.

Now that I think about it, there seems to be some truth. As the Tao Te Ching said at the beginning, the Tao is the Tao, the very Tao, the name is famous, and the name is not famous. Everything has a certainty, which may be the reason why the emergence of sudden objects is a technique that it has not learned.

After realizing the reason for the strange thing, Qin Feng smiled and said to the white baboon.

"Your woman has an affair with this black-faced and big-eared bodyguard, and your woman wears a pink arm skirt and flesh-colored stockings to open a room with this black face, and it's room 302. By the way, that day you accompanied her to do her hair, and she asked you to buy a Prada bag, it should be the same day. ”

After speaking, Qin Feng smiled slightly mockingly.

For half a day, there was no movement. Several people were frozen.

After being quiet for a while, I saw the black-faced bodyguard running away.

"I'm X! Break Lao Tzu's legs. The white baboon screamed at the other bodyguard with the strength of the milk.

"Boom"

Hearing the sound in the bar, a few big men also rushed out.

A group of people caught up in the street and ran in the direction of the black-faced bodyguard fleeing.

In a moment, a pig-killing cry was heard in the distance.

"Today is a blessing in disguise. Such a special skill will definitely be able to be used in the future. Qin Feng stood up from the ground full of glass and pondered.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky is whitening, and the sound of rumbling sports cars accelerating in the distance wafts through the night sky. After tossing all night, Qin Yu dragged his tired body and slowly walked home.

Suddenly I felt a wave of dizziness.

He fell by the side of the road.

Not far from him, on a red Porsche, the woman in red, who was about to close the door, saw him fall in the rearview mirror.

After hesitating for a moment, she stopped closing the car door, moved her slender feet from the car to the outside of the car, and walked towards Qin Feng with her crystal slipper.