All right.

In fact, Mo Xie's original appearance was mediocre, and he was also the 'Pingping' in 'Pingping', belonging to the kind of existence that couldn't be found by throwing it into the pile of people for hundreds of eyes, if he went to be an assassin, he wouldn't even have to pretend to do things.

As for what 'sword eyebrows', 'heroic' and the like, in fact, it is just the external embodiment of the word 'self-confidence', if a person has self-confidence, even if the dantian is empty, it can still look very sunny. Similarly, if a master loses his self-confidence, even if he is at the top of his martial arts, the whole person can appear extremely obscene.

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, Brother Mo, Can you tell me which hospital and which doctor you performed the operation in? Please!"

Zhang Xiaotong stood up from the sofa, and she bowed deeply to Mo Ye.

In order to pursue the trend and a certain indescribable beauty, the zipper of the white down jacket Zhang Xiaotong was wearing was ajar, and the inside of her down jacket was wearing a red deep V sweater.

"Sit down!"

Old Zhang Tou was not cool at that time - anyway, from the moment he saw Zhang Xiaotong holding hands with Silly Da Zhuang, he had never been cool.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled Zhang Xiaotong back to the sofa and sat down, and at the same time used a kind of 'stinky boy, what do you look at' look back and forth on Mo Ye and Silly Dazhuang's faces.

Mo Ye is okay, anyway, he consciously lowered his head before the 'scenery' was revealed, after all, as long as he wanted to see, it was not a problem whether he used his eyes or not, whether the other party was wearing clothes or not. And he has to go to Zhou Xinyan for a fight ten days later, although he seems to be sitting in this fly restaurant with Lao Zhang Tou and others, in fact, more than half of his heart has been invested in pondering the 'Shock Sword'.

Although the 'Concussion Sword' is huge, it also has a lot of flaws, and it is okay to use it to abuse vegetables, but when he thinks of really fighting against Zhou Xinyan, Mo Ye still has no bottom in his heart.

He is not afraid of Zhou Xinyan's infancy realm, he is only worried about the other party's endless means.

Compared with Mo Ye, who seems to be a gentleman because he is 'busy', the performance of stupid and strong is second-class.

"Hey, hey. ”

The corners of the stupid big and strong mouth flashed a trace of crystal, although Zhang Xiaotong had sat back and the 'scenery' had disappeared, his eyes were still on the lost 'landscape'.

Mo Xie saw Silly Da Zhuang touching Zhang Xiaotong's foot with his own foot under the table, and at the same time, Mo Xie also saw Silly Da Zhuang's third leg reading the "Independence Declaration".

So he looked up again.

"I'm sorry, but I have to keep it secret because of some agreements. ”

Mo Xie is pulling calves.

How does he know what plastic surgery hospitals, plastic surgery doctors, he knows the guy who made him look like this, and he still carries it with him, but first, he is now 'penniless', and second, even if he has points, he must not waste it on this kind of thing.

"Can't you really say that?"

Zhang Xiaotong, who was looking very sorry at the moment, was full of longing, and Mo Xie felt that Zhang Xiaotong's gaze seemed to drill two holes in his face.

Zhang Xiaotong called Mo Xie a 'classmate', they did stay in the same school, but Mo Xie was older than Zhang Xiaotong for two terms, and now he has stepped into society and Zhang Xiaotong is still studying.

"I'm sorry, I really can't say, but I can help you ask after the Spring Festival, and if possible, I will give you the doctor's contact information. ”

The worst thing about lying is that once you tell your first lie, you have to use one lie after another to fulfill your first lie.

"Cut! This can't be said, that can't be said! Go to the stick country and get a look and a sense of superiority?! Mo Xie! You are really good!"

After Lao Zhangtou, Silly Dazhuang also began to be uncool, and his unhappiness came from two places: one was Mo Ye's dog-like skin, and the other was that Zhang Xiaotong's attention had been on Mo Ye since they sat down.

Silly Dazhuang and Mo Ye are classmates of the same class and major, and compared to Zhang Xiaotong, he knows Mo Ye better.

He knew that Mo Xie was born in an orphanage, had no relatives and no reason, and went out to work part-time and work all day to make up tuition and living expenses.

Although his three years of communication with Mo Ye (specialty) add up to only a few sentences, this does not prevent him from expressing disdain for Mo Ye because of his family conditions and his perennial acquaintance with various 'brothers' on the Tao.

"The sissy from the stick country, labor and management can beat ten!"

The expression on Silly Dazhuang's face said.

"Stupid,, thing. ”

He added.

At this time, the first dish that Lao Zhangtou ordered before was served, and the waiter who served the dish happened to put this sentence of 'stupid, forceful, and stuff' in her ears, and she silently put the dish in the farthest position from Silly Dazhuang, and then quietly brought the lemonade that should have been placed in front of Silly Dazhuang and Zhang Xiaotong to another table.

Mo Xie saw everything in his eyes, including the expression of the stupid Da Zhuang who was about to give him a 'lesson' if he didn't agree, including the face of the old man who was getting darker and darker, including the gazes that the waiter and the surrounding circle of people threw here.

In this moment, he knew something:

With a stupid big strong man next to him, he can't eat this meal at ease.

So what should he do?

Did Silly Da Zhuang pick up Silly Da Zhuang and throw it out before he stained the coat he just bought by carrying his collar, or did he say a few words and try to calm down the atmosphere at the dinner table without making a big noise?

Mo Xie is not a long-sleeved person who is good at dancing, but at the same time, he doesn't want to make any big moves to break this meal and the life that has finally entered the normal rhythm.

So he took a compromise.

"Click. ”

Mo Xie picked up the glass containing the lemonade with his right hand, and under the gaze of a table of people, he crumpled the glass into pieces with one hand.

Debris spilled on a table, and lemonade spilled out on a table.

"What did you just say?

He shook his hand and wiped all the water traces in his hand with a paper towel, and everyone could see that there was not even a red mark left in the palm of the crushed glass.

What a hand, what a hard hand!

"Iron ...... Iron sand palm?"

Silly Da Zhuang is mixed in the Tao, and in some areas he knows much more than ordinary people, and even he himself is a person in 'certain fields'.

On the one hand, he has his subjective tendency to 'pretend to force', but on the other hand, his arms are indeed extraordinary, and the cold temperature does not hurt the arms in the slightest.

He practiced boxing, and he practiced some kind of ancient boxing method.

So when everyone was still surprised by the appearance of Mo Ye crushing the cup with one hand, he saw more things and thought more deeply.

It's not uncommon to crush a glass with one hand, and you can do it yourself, but it's very good to be able to crush a glass so lightly and without any obvious luck, and without hurting your hands.

In addition, the largest piece of the glass fragment on the table was no more than the size of a fingernail, and the other party's control of power and the depth of 'skill' could already be seen.

It's not been a day or two since Silly Da Zhuang has been mixed up on the road, and the parts that can save his body have not been lost, he is by no means really stupid.

So he deeply felt the horror of Mo Ye.

Among all the people that Silly Dazhuang knows, there is only one old man who has been immersed in the iron sand for decades has this ability, and just like Silly Dazhuang himself boasted that he could 'beat the sissy of ten stick countries', the other party can also send ten Silly Dazhuang at will.

Silly Dazhuang looked at Mo Ye's hand, and trembled unconsciously, he lowered his gaze while trying to find something and make something to hide his embarrassment, and said busily: "I didn't say anything just now, really, I didn't say anything." ”

One moment it's an angry man, the next it's a chicken cub.

"Guest, do you need to clean up the table?"

The movement of the cup breaking attracted the waiter, because Mo Xie deliberately controlled how the cup was broken, only the people at their table knew, and the waiter only said that Mo Ye accidentally dropped the glass on the stone table, causing the current result.

"Okay. ”

Mo Ye stalled his hand and motioned to the other party to clean up.

"Ten dollars for a cup. ”

The waiter added a sentence before going to get the rag.

"I've lost it, I've lost it, it's all on my account, it's all on my account. ”

Silly Da Zhuang got up in a hurry, and a set of nodding and waist movements were done so that people couldn't fault it at all.

The waiter picked up the bill from the table and drew a few strokes.

"Why did you order five dishes? Waiter, I'll order a few more, and then bring a box of beer, Brother Mo is here from afar, we have to pick up the wind and wash the dust for others! Yes!

Silly Dazhuang glanced at the bill, taking advantage of the waiter's lack of a walk.

There was still a hint of panic on his face that outsiders couldn't understand, and his speech was a little too fast, and even his hands were shaking.

Silly Dazhuang was frightened.