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But the slap in the back was much heavier than the slap that Feng Ziqing shook his hand, and when he heard the explosion of the horn, the entire ear drum buzzed.

Buzz Buzz ......

The buzzing sound was like thousands of wild bees attacking together, and its sound shook the ear drums and numb.

The old man didn't look like a beater, but his slap in the face hurt more than a ****** knife. It hurts, it hurts, and the worst thing is that the face is swollen quite high.

If there is a mirror, Lan Qiuyi will definitely not recognize the guy with a swollen face like Zhu Bajie in the mirror, it is his Lan Qiuyi. The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle falling to the floor.

Seeing that Lan Qiuyi was slapped twice before and after, Wang Hengyu was happy in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly clapped his hands and said quickly, good fight, your mother is usually used to bullying people, and now that she has been beaten, you should always know that it feels bad to be beaten, right?

, it's better to beat your **** to death, see if you dare to hit someone!

You usually fight with people, think that there are a few birds in the bag, so you look down on people, and you shout this and that at every turn, it's disgusting to watch, now it's okay, you were beaten by a bald old man, you really deserve it!

While cursing in his heart, he looked at the bald old man, saying that he was an old man, because he was four-fifths bald on his head, and the remaining fifth was only a few loose hairs, and half of them were white, which looked weird, and people didn't know how to describe him to be just right.

He really couldn't write, because the hair was circled around his head, black and white, and some of them looked like wreaths with black and white patterns, which was funny to think about.

I have seen such an indescribably strange head on the street, but compared to him, it is a small thing. Seriously, the old man's head not only looks peculiar, but also has three spins in the center of the head, three spins the size of an egg, among which the one in the center is simply the vortex of the Taipingyang, and I can't see one for a while. Could it be that he is the famous bald Wu San at the top of the Golden Triangle.

Bald Wu San?

When the blue ball remembered the name, the old man melted like ice cubes on a June day.

Where did Wu San go?

He shouldn't have such quick hands and feet! An old man with an unknown name actually has such a fast skill, and his people and things should not be underestimated.

"You're Wu San, right?"

"Wu San? You took the wrong pill, didn't you? The old man in front of him glanced at him coldly, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter what my surname is and what my name is, the important thing is that you shouldn't hit me with slippers." Speaking of which, I didn't hurt you! But you hit me with your slippers, that's your fault. ”

"It's my fault......"

"Of course you're wrong!" The old man was afraid that he would not be able to say anything, so he hurriedly snatched the words from Lan Qiuyi's mouth again, "An old man like me is seventy or eighty, not to mention your seniors, but also older than you!" So you have to remember - a young student like you can't hit people with shoes, it's too rude to people. When I have time, I'll teach you how to be polite to the people around you. ”

"I made a note of it."

"I'm not asking you to remember, I'm asking you to learn the Western gentleman's manners." The old man looked at Lan Qiuyi, his eyes were full of disdain, "Young people should be polite when they are young, don't look down on people, it's not good for young people to look down on people, like you, it's easy to get into trouble." ”

"I, I ......"

"I'm telling the truth, don't quibble, you'll know when I'm done." When the old man said this, he looked like Zhang Dashuai in the TV series, - if he got him a military uniform from the Republic of China period, he stood in front of the person, crossed his hands on his waist, and said that he was Zhang Dashuai, but anyone who is familiar with Zhang Dashuai, I'm afraid no one suspects that he is fake, "You have to remember my words for a good life, what I said is true, young people, especially young people like you who belong to the rich second generation, don't mess around, like you just made a move, you provoked me, an old man, If I'm like those philistine old men and old women, you're going to have to pay me a lot of money. ”

"What are you going to do?" Lan Qiuyi heard the old man say that he had money, and immediately put his feet together, and wanted to run away with a smoke, and deny him to death, but he still didn't run in the end, after all, he was afraid of losing money, and he was afraid that the old man would lie to him because of this, and once he went to the hospital and lay down on the hospital bed, it would be a big problem, and an old guy like him couldn't let him go home for a year and a half, and it wasn't a question of how much money he would lose, the problem was that he was afraid that the old man would cheat him out of money, and let him pay him a few months in the hospital, "If you want money." If you open your mouth, I will give you as much as you want.

"What you said is true?" The old man stared straight at Lan Qiuyi, "Did I hear me right?" If you really can't use up the amount of money, you can take some money and donate it to me, it can be regarded as doing something good, accumulating some yin virtue, and when you die, Hades will not send you into the eighteenth layer of Abi Hell, but there is a lot of money that cannot be used up at such a young age, and the Lord of Hades is particularly tasteless, and likes to be jealous of rich people, so people like you who don't treat money as money when they open their mouths and close their mouths, Lord Yan is generally more respectful, and ordinary people have beaten the eighteenth layer of Abi Hell, and a rich person like you will enter the seventeenth layer of Hell at most! ”

"The eighteenth layer of hell and the seventeenth layer of hell are only one layer apart, according to what you said, I would rather be beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell, after all, there is no other hell under the eighteen hells, that is to say, the eighteenth layer of hell is the last layer of hell, what is the difference between you sitting on the eighteenth floor and sitting on the seventeenth layer of hell?" Lan Qiuyi squinted at the old man, and a nameless anger gradually rose in his heart, ****** people are really drinking water and teeth!" "Don't lie to me, you say, how much money do you want, as long as you open your mouth, I will compensate you."