In fact, if it weren't for the thumb-thick necklace that made me feel a little vulgar, the chicken boy was still a good person, at least we got along relatively well. Especially after I showed my ability to crank the sieve, the chicken boy was even more polite to me, and shouted that he wanted to worship me as a teacher.

I'd like to learn from chickens. After a few days of contact, I don't know how many girls I know who are girlfriends, plus those all kinds of pink beauties, confidants, more than the blessings of Qi people.

Song Jian has indeed been proud of the spring breeze recently. It is said that a master of black boxing was invited from the Eastern Province and swept all the matches. And I, too, was idle, and I was inexplicably a little lost. wanted to meet the master of the black fist, but was rejected by Song Jian: "Have a chance! Don't worry, no matter what, you are my brother!"

Brother or not, Song Jian and I both know it, but his words really changed some of my views on him.

"Ah, wood, I'll find you two pretty girls. "The chicken boy gave me a bottle of beer.

I don't know why, every time I step into this bar for the past two days, I always feel restless.

"Damn, I want you Zhang Luo too. Who doesn't know that I'm an invincible beautiful man!" After getting along with the chicken boy for a long time, I talked a lot more casually, and I raised the wine bottle to the chicken boy, trying to calm my emotions.

"Phew!" the chicken boy made a disdainful look at me, "I thought you were me!"

Not long after, the chicken boy really brought a girl over: "Count your blessing, my sister is alone today." CANDY, THIS IS MY BROTHER AMU. Hey, let's get to know each other and have a good chat!" the chicken boy squeezed his eyes at me and gave me an encouraging look.

I looked at it, and it turned out to be the gray-clothed girl who sent Ye Xianxian home and called me a pervert.

"Hello!" I smirked.

"Hmph!" the girl puffed out her cheeks when she saw me, and she recognized me.

"Hey. "I'm a little bored, so I'm going to listen to the sex jokes told by the buddy on the left. I can't name this guy, but the jokes he tells are really skilled, and many people are around.

"Low-grade fun. "The girl's voice was not high, but I could hear it clearly.

Hearing her say that, I was a little disgusted, and I didn't understand that this girl was wrong with that string. I took a sip of beer and relieved myself. The girl who came out to play put herself in such a high posture, to be honest, I looked down on it.

"Isn't it true that all men are virtuous?" The girl sighed, "I don't know where you think. ”

"Don't worry," I said, turning my face to the girl's chest, "we're all thinking about the women who have them." ”

"No matter how perverted the beast is, don't have a washboard. "I drank some wine, and I said something I said, but I didn't expect the girl to raise her hand and slap me.

Grabbing the girl's slap, I sneered, "Hey, shrews are even more unlikeable." ”

"If you have a seed, just wait for me. The girl left a message, picked up her satchel and prepared to leave.

"Hey," I said, gesturing to the bar where she had a half-glass drink, "I didn't say you were invited to drink." ”

The girl shook the bill, kicked over the stool and walked out.

I sighed and picked up the stool.

"I'm grass, what's wrong?" the chicken patted me on the shoulder and sat next to me, "Don't be so hot in the front (dividing line) scene." ”

"Fuck off!" I explained the matter roughly, with some interest: "Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately this girl is really wrong." ”

"I'm grass, this Ba Po is actually like this. The chicken boy handed me another beer, "But don't worry, I'll cover it this time, see who dares to come!"

"That's a dick!" I laughed and drank all the wine with the chicken.

Boy put his arm around my shoulders: "Teach me how to shake the sieve!" and handed me a sieve clock.

Touching the sieve clock, I shook it against the table. The sound of the sieve striking the bell wall was barely audible in the loud music. But by feeling, I still shook out four sixes.

"Damn, God of Gamblers!" the chicken grabbed the sieve, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"It's very simple, to feel, to hear, and to keep your hands steady. In short, it is to practice more and feel more. Spit on a stone and it will be wet at last. ”

"Damn, it's all for nothing!" The chicken boy waved his hand helplessly, "Damn, forget it, I'm afraid I'm old when I learn this thing, and I'm still a fart!"

I laughed, "Maybe you're old and strong!

Just when the chicken boy and I were a little drunk and ready to rest, several big men walked over, and immediately, a bright machete appeared in front of me.

I'm grass, I'm scolding. I thought the security of this bar was pretty good, but I didn't think that someone would be able to drag a machete in now.

I didn't have time to think about it, and the alcohol turned into a cold sweat. Once the scene of the movie was right in front of my eyes, and I was the protagonist who was chopped! Everything was real, but the knife tore the skin on my chest and brought me back to reality.

The bar was a mess, and all I was thinking about at this time was how to save my life, grabbing the chicken and rolling into the bar.

I touched my chest, and there was a bit of sliminess. I didn't think much about it, so I grabbed a wine bottle and pointed it at the bald head that jumped in. The exploding wine fascinated the bald head's eyes. Without even thinking about it, I stabbed the remaining half of the bottle into the bald head's stomach.

"You get out of here!" the chicken boy shoved me, "I don't believe they dare to do anything to me!"

The chicken's words are very weak, and everyone who comes is a surprise attack, although the chicken's reaction is very fast, but half of his body is stained with blood, and the injury should be much more serious than mine. I know he wants me to escape alone, but I'm definitely not the kind of boy who abandons his brother, even if it's on the verge of life and death!

"!" I threw two bottles at the nearest Quirky Boy, and grabbed the on the shoulder.

Ignoring the knife hand catching up again, I kicked open the back door of the bar and ran down the narrow alley with all my might.

"Be careful!" the chicken boy tugged at my shoulder.

As a last resort, I slid around and dragged the against the wall, staggering away from a blade that slashed at my throat. Grass, I whispered. A whip leg swept the waist and eyes of the comer. In normal times, the person who ate my leg would have already fallen down. At this point, he just shook his body, and the bright knife continued to be aimed at my throat.

"Whew!" I was overwhelmed by the chicken that was carrying more than 100 pounds, and despite the quick reaction, the knife still pierced my thigh. The moment I pierced, my entire muscles seemed to stiffen, and cold sweat instantly poured all over my body. One stumbled, and the chicken fell down with a "whoop".

The tearing pain stirred up my blood, and with a lame leg, I rushed head-on to the knife hand. The dwarf kicked him in his right hand with the knife, and with a hammered stool, he snatched the bloody knife. "Die!" I stabbed him in the lower abdomen.

I let out a low cry, got up the chicken, and ran away from the alley, which was only more than ten meters away.

The sound of small footsteps behind irritated my eardrums, and I felt the blood of the chick flowing on my back. I ran even harder. Every breath I breathed, the heat in my throat stimulated every inch of my nerves. It was as if my legs were filled with lead, and every step poured all my strength into it. At that moment, I really realized what it means to be struggling.

At this moment, the siren outside the house seemed to be a heavenly sound, guiding me forward. Relying entirely on the thought in my chest, I gritted my teeth and walked out trembling with my left hand against the wall.

"Don't move!" the blinding light shone on us.

In an instant, my tense nerves relaxed, and my red-stained legs seemed to be useless, without a trace of strength. His eyes were black, and he fell straight down with the chicken in his arms. Only at the moment of falling, I heard the chicken boy say fiercely: "fuck!"