Coming out of the casino, the guard cautiously watched Huang Laoxi's old face turn from gloomy to sunny, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This old thing has a stinky face like constipation, and then laughs like a lewd pervert, which is simply elusive.

He actually wore such a valuable pendant! He was dressed in tatters, and he was simply an unreasonable schizophrenic.

The four guards scolded Huang Lao evil in their hearts, but their faces became more and more respectful.

Huang Laoxie got into the car without saying a word, and the four guards also opened the door and got into the car.

Watching Huang Laoxi's car start slowly, the four of them followed behind, talking enthusiastically about the identity of this great god.

This old guy is definitely not an official. Let's not say that the official doesn't have such a stretch of hand at all, let's just say that this old guy doesn't have the slightest official spirit at all. Say that he is a martial arts master, it's not quite like it, I haven't heard of a martial arts master with such powerful gambling skills, he can actually hear the dice, not so much that he is a martial arts master, but that he is the god of gambling. What's more, this old guy seems to know the dealer, and the two of them went into the room and chatted privately for a long time before coming out.

But if it is a gambling god who has retired from the rivers and lakes, then how can he know martial arts? What is especially suspicious is that this old man calls their leader the same as his grandson.

The four of them discussed for a long time, but they didn't understand the identity of this old thing.

Huang Laoxi's driving level is the same as his character, turning around in front, and knocking down a lot of roadside garbage cans and groceries along the way.

"He doesn't want to go back to Jirentang, does he?" said the guard who was driving the car, staring at the car in front of him. Jirentang belongs to the old town of Songshan. In order to preserve the local terroir, the local government did not carry out large-scale renovation of the roads in the old town, but preserved the stone paths with a long history and rich style to the greatest extent. These paths are criss-crossed, any stone pulled out is hundreds of years old, and there are ancient trees with signs hanging on both sides of the path, plus the appearance of the path is basically the same as the old house on the side of the road. Therefore, in addition to the locals, the road in the old town of Songshan is easy for outsiders to turn lost. Therefore, the guard was very curious about this old man who was dizzy and unreasonable, could it be that he actually touched it back with the memory just now?

The co-pilot's guard nodded: "It's definitely right, and then in front of it is Jirentang." This old guy is good enough, and he can find it back in the dark! Better than a male dog who smells urine and finds a home. ”

Several guards laughed uncontrollably in the car.

"But then again, I heard that this Tang Jiezhong of Jirentang is very powerful, how can I see that this old thing is as respectful as a third grandson?

A few guards were talking one by one, and suddenly saw Huang Laoxie stop, and hurriedly stepped on the brakes to stop.

Five hundred meters away from Jirentang, Huang Laoxie got out of the car and stood quietly on the side of the road. Several guards also hurriedly put the car in order, put away the hippie smiling face just now, and stood behind Huang Laoxie without saying a word.

"A few of you, wait for me here, and block the passing vehicles in this direction in reverse, and none of them can come, understand?" Huang Laoxie pointed in the direction he came from and said solemnly to the four guards. When Huang Laoxie said this, his temperament changed significantly again. It's like a knife that has been unsheathed in the dark night, and just standing there quietly brings a strong sense of oppression. This is especially true for the guards who train hard every day.

The four guards hurriedly lowered their voices and saluted: "Yes, chief." ”

Then, the four of them watched as the face of Huang Laoxie in front of them became blurred, and they crossed one afterimage after another, flying lightly up the courtyard wall like a big bird, and jumped down silently.

Only a few guards were left with their mouths wide open, stupidly in place.

I've got a grass, this courtyard wall is more than four meters! This old thing isn't a male dog, it's a birdman!

Huang Laoxie moved his real kung fu, and with Tang Jiezhong's skills, he naturally couldn't detect it. At this time, Tang Jiezhong was sleeping in his bedroom. Although Tang Jiezhong is also a martial artist, compared to Huang Laoxi, it is like the difference between cloud and mud, and it is not on the same level at all.

Although he can't see at night, Huang Laoxi's eyesight is indeed much better than that of normal people. Relying on the memory of the internal structure of Jiren Hall, Huang Laoxie simply identified the direction, and quietly touched the third floor like a cat.

A Tibetan mastiff lay quietly in the corner, its eyes staring at the ghostly old yellow evil. In the summer, the weather is hot, the dog is usually locked in the backyard and runs happily, and when the store closes at night, Tang Jiezhong will release his baby dog and play in the pharmacy. The fur of the Tibetan mastiff is too thick, and in this kind of weather, it usually lies in the corridor on the third floor at night.

The dog is a purebred Tibetan mastiff that Tang Jiezhong has raised for six years, and it was a great lama who saved Tibet that time, and the great lama gave it to Tang Jiezhong as a gift of gratitude.

This pure-blooded Tibetan mastiff was once purchased at a sky-high price of 10 million yuan, but Tang Jiezhong rejected it.

Nine tigers and one mastiff, nine dogs and one mastiff!

And this Tibetan mastiff, which is not much smaller than a lion, is even more remarkable; when Tang Jiezhong took him to the old forest in the deep mountains of Northeast China to collect medicine, Tang Jiezhong encountered a wild Siberian tiger! Of course, with Tang Jiezhong's outstretched hand, there is no problem at all in self-preservation, as long as he jumps on the tree, the Siberian tiger will be helpless even if it is fierce.

But the Tibetan mastiff apparently doesn't think so.

At that time, this Tibetan mastiff also knew what kind of strong enemy he was facing. Animals are more sensitive in their instincts than in humans, especially in the face of the king of beasts. However, even in the face of such a strong enemy, in the heart of the Tibetan mastiff, its own master must be defended.

That is determined by the innate sense of identity and belonging in the bloodline of purebred Tibetan mastiffs.

Tang Jiezhong was surprised to find that the Tibetan mastiff did not whimper and make a frightened sound, revealing a timid hum, but the muscles of the whole body were tense, and all the sharp and huge canine teeth were exposed, putting on a posture of a decisive fight.

The wild Siberian tiger obviously would not be afraid of the Tibetan mastiff, which was nearly one-third smaller than himself, and the Siberian tiger was not happy to see that the Tibetan mastiff was not in a posture of surrender and fear, but in a duel posture. Opened his bloody mouth and roared at the Tibetan mastiff, and the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests heard the roar of the king of beasts, and fled in all directions.

The Tibetan mastiff was also aroused by the arrogance of the Siberian tiger in the bones, you must know that the earliest Tibetan mastiff was used by Tibetan herdsmen to fight with wolves, although over the years, the wolves in Tibet have become fewer and less and almost disappeared, but the fierce genes in the bones of the Tibetan mastiff can not be changed.

The Siberian tiger roared at himself, the Tibetan mastiff's lush hair stood upright, the front legs were straight, and the hind legs were slightly bowed, posing a posture ready to rush up and bite at any time, and also opened its bloody mouth and roared at the Siberian tiger, which was no less than the king of the mountains and forests.