"After this incident, at least for thirty years, no one in this group of people in the upper circle will dare to show off in front of Lao Tzu!"

Guo Dalu patted Chen Ruihu's shoulder in the Tianxi Hotel, "If you encounter difficulties in the future, report my name!"

"Brother Dalu!"

When Chen Ruihu heard Guo Dalu's heroic words, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears rolled down, "I haven't seen you so high-spirited for a long time! What a heroic man you were back then, but when I saw you last year, your sharpness decreased a lot, and I was worried that you would collapse." ”

Guo Dalu said: "What are you crying about? The manly husband bleeds without tears, knocks out his teeth and swallows blood!"

He said softly: "Do you know how to sharpen a knife? When a knife is rusty or covered with dust, it needs to be sharpened! When the knife is sharpened, the blade is converged, the murderous aura is hidden inside, and the sludge and rough stone are companions, constantly polishing itself, and after grinding for a long time, this light will come out, and after wiping, the edge will be even more than before!"

When Guo Dalu said this, he suddenly let out a long roar, and his body flashed and he had already opened the window and rushed out, and a long laugh came: "I have a big knife, when will I kill Canglong?"

Chen Ruihu was shocked, "Brother Dalu, this is the twenty-sixth floor!"

The long wind whistled through the open windows, shaking everything throughout the house and flying with papers.

Chen Ruihu leaned in front of the window and looked down, between which Guo Dalu was like a grasshopper, stepping on buildings in different positions, jumping around in mid-air, and after a while, he had disappeared from view.

"Oh my God, is Brother Da Lu going to become an immortal?"

Chen Ruihu watched carefully, his liver thumped, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

At this time, on the eleventh floor of the Tianxi Hotel, there was a spider man cleaning the glass wall outside the hotel, but there were unforeseen circumstances, and the weather was good, but suddenly the wind blew the body of the aerial worker like a spinning wheel, and the safety rope was constantly rubbing against the bulge of the building, and it was about to be broken.

The entire floor screamed.

"Collapse!"

With a soft thud, the rope could no longer bear the weight of the spider-man, and it snapped, and the man howled and fell to the ground amid the exclamations of the crowd.

When Guo Dalu was talking to Chen Ruihu from upstairs, he had already heard the movement below, so he jumped out of the window, otherwise, who would be stupid enough to jump off the building without taking the elevator?

Just when this spider-man fell, Guo Dalu had already arrived at this person's side, reached out and grabbed the residual rope on this person's body, and threw him suddenly, and threw him to a large billboard not far away.

Guo Dalu walked forward with his body in mid-air, hung a golden hook upside down above the billboard, and smiled at the spider-man who was still howling: "Brother, you have to be careful when you work in the future, it's not easy to earn money!"

Before Spider-Man could react, he had already jumped downstairs a few times, turned around again, and disappeared into the crowded street, from the time he shot to the time he disappeared, no one could see clearly.

Guo Dalu went to the street, thought about it, and decided to go home.

Anyway, the warning is also warned, and the muscles are also showing, and in the future, when I act in Kyoto, there will be no taboos, and the gods and ghosts will be easy.

At this time, it was already dusk, some neon lights had been lit up, and the mobile phones on both sides of the street, those who lit moles, dug corns, pushed carts to sell corn, and sold sweet potatoes were all slowly emerging from various hidden fronts like night rats, looking left and right from time to time.

A burst of singing came from nearby, Guo Dalu followed the singing, and there were two middle-aged people standing up not far in front of him, holding a microphone and trying to sing softly, and a circle of people around him couldn't help laughing.

The singing skills of the two are good, although the sound is average, but the singing has a unique charm, not as good as professional singers, but also better than many little fresh meat singing, and even better than many film and television stars who have released records.

It's just that the two of them look a little stumbling, and they are not good people at first glance. It's not good to wear, the aesthetics are not as good as Guo Dalu, at least Guo Dalu also knows big pants with a small vest, plus flip-flops.

These two people are directly small vests, small pants, and bare feet, as if they have just been thrown out of bed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, uncles and aunts, sisters and aunts, if you think we can still sing, you can reward some money, one or two points is not too little, and it is best to give dozens or hundreds. ”

It was a slightly chubby man with a traitor's head who spoke, and his voice was crying, "You also saw that our brothers offended people under the overpass, and their clothes were pulled out, and the stereo was also smashed. ”

He was very embarrassed to cover his lower body with one hand and hold the microphone with the other, "Uncle and aunt, take pity on everyone, at least let us have money to buy pants, I'll do it for you!"

The traitor head spoke, bent deeply to the crowd of onlookers, and when he straightened up, tears fell, and he said in a dumb voice: "The song just now is a song we created ourselves, and it is not very good, please bear with me, and then I will sing a song of Guo Dalu Guo Ye's "Who is the Big Hero" for you, I hope you can like it." ”

When the traitor head spoke, the slightly thin man with a small flat head next to him kept trembling, and after the traitor head finished speaking, the guitar hanging around the neck of the two played at the same time, and the little flat head grabbed and sang, "Tricks, good martial arts, how many people in the world can reach the peak." ”

Xiao Ping sang the first sentence, and the traitor's head followed the next sentence, "Success, majesty, how many men are really heroes?"

This "Who is the Big Hero" is the theme song of the movie "East Becomes West", which was originally sung by Guo Dalu himself, and now the two say that this song is Guo Dalu's song, which really can't be wrong.

The song sung by the two is actually good, but their voices are trembling, and their images are indecent, even if they can sing ten points, they can only just pass. Therefore, after the two of them finished singing, there was not even a single applause, and the crowd around them watched the excitement for a while and left, but a few children threw out a few steel hammers, but then they were scolded by their parents for holding their ears.

Seeing the onlookers leave one by one, the two people holding the microphone looked at each other and were silent.

After a while, the traitor's head slowly squatted on the ground holding his head and cried softly, and the little flat head next to him sat on the ground with a gloomy face, cocked his right foot, and reached out to slowly pull out a piece of glass ballast tied to the center of his foot, and blood gushed out.

The traitor cried for a while, then raised his head and said, "Brother Wen, let's go home! This Kyoto is really not a place for people!, what's wrong with your feet?"

When he saw the wound on Brother Wen's feet, he was taken aback, and wanted to find a piece of cloth to bandage Xiao Pingtou, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't find a single cloth head. He gritted his teeth and took off the small vest on his body, "Brother Wen, let's wrap our feet first." ”

The flat-headed middle-aged man had a gloomy face just now, and when the traitor was crying, he was just silent and didn't speak, but at this time, when he saw the traitor take off his little vest, he bandaged his wounds on the crowded street in his small pants, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and tears fell, "Xiaojun, put it on, what's the matter with being naked?"

Xiao Jun said with a smile: "What's the difference between wearing it and not wearing it?

The flat-headed middle-aged man stood up on one foot and patted Xiaojun on the shoulder, "Regret coming to Kyoto with me?"

Xiaojun said: "It's a lie to say that you don't regret it, but if you say that you regret it very much, it doesn't count, anyway, we already thought about the current situation before we came." ”

He said to the flat-headed middle-aged man: "Let's go, Brother Wen, let's sell this set of stereos, and I will wrap your wound first." ”

The flat-headed middle-aged man hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded through gritted teeth: "Okay, sell it!

Xiao Jun also nodded and said, "Well, let's do our old job!"

The two of them supported each other in the surprised gazes of passers-by, put away the microphone, and wanted to leave this sad place.

Guo Dalu greeted him, "This set of stereos is broken, and it can't be sold for a few dollars, so it is estimated that you can drink two bowls of ramen." ”

He looked at the two of them, "Kyoto is not easy, and few people can stand up without suffering." You two wait a minute, I'll go buy two clothes first, and we'll talk later. ”

The middle-aged man with a flat head asked, "What are you ......?"

Guo Dalu smiled: "To be honest, it's the first time I've heard someone sing my song, and I think it's very fresh." ”

He said to both of them: "Let's make friends, I'm Guo Dalu!"