Liu Ruyan held up the wine glass and said, "Cheers!"

Bai Ze clinked glasses and said, "Cheers." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Both of them are good drinks, and they drink them all, and they drink in a hurry.

Liu Ruyan's eyes were confused: "Cheers!"

Bai Ze's eyes were clear: "Cheers." ”

Cup after cup, Liu Ruyan hid her mind like the fog, the fog was thick, thick, and began to sink, so Liu Ruyan's eyes also began to sink, her face was red, her eyelids began to sink, she was drunk.

Liu Ruyan drank cup after cup with Bai Ze, Bai Ze seemed to know what was wrong with her, and he seemed to know what was wrong with her.

She has someone in her heart, and the person she likes also has someone in her heart, who seems to understand, but also doesn't seem to understand, or pretends not to understand.

Liu Ruyan drank a lot today, she fell on the table, couldn't get up for a long time, maybe she was really drunk.

Bai Ze held the wine glass, and the breeze and moon were bright outside the window.

Drinking to others, Liu Ruyan is already drunk.

Drink to the moon, and the moon will not respond.

Therefore, the more you drink this wine, the more tasteless it becomes, and the more you drink it, the more boring it becomes.

Bai Ze looked at Liu Ruyan and said with a smile: "You are drunk like this, you won't be able to get up tomorrow, see how you invigilate?"

Bai Ze put down the wine glass and picked Liu Ruyan up from the chair, Liu Ruyan kicked the slippers, the hairpin fell off, and the long hair floated down like a waterfall, lazy like a drunken cat.

She kept kicking her feet and muttering, "Put me down, let me down, let me down, come down......"

She was a twenty-seven-year-old woman, not young, but at this time she was playing like a little girl, constantly talking drunk and muttering something, and Bai Ze couldn't hear it clearly.

Bai Ze carried Liu Ruyan through the hall into the house, hugged the bed, and was about to put it down, but Liu Ruyan suddenly hooked Bai Ze's neck of Bai Ze, and breathed out the fragrance of Baihua's wine, but he opened his eyes and seemed to be drunk and awake.

She looked at Bai Ze blankly.

Bai Ze looked at her blankly.

Her face turned red, and she finally let go of Bai Ze, revealing in a drunken state: "Who are you, why are you in my house?"

Then as soon as his eyes were closed, he threw his head back on the pillow and couldn't sleep.

Bai Ze's face was helpless, he just smiled, just shook his head.

As soon as he turned around, his hand was grabbed again, and Liu Ruyan only grabbed one finger of him.

Bai Ze was stunned and looked at Liu Ruyan, but she didn't move for a long time.

I was about to tear it open.

Liu Ruyan muttered: "Tonight, don't go." ”

Don't go, okay?

This voice was like saying to Bai Ze, and it was like a dream talk, constantly echoing in the small room, and constantly echoing in Bai Ze's heart.

Bai Ze said softly: "Okay." ”

Bai Ze helped Liu Ruyan take off the short stockings on her feet and helped her cover her with a thin blanket.

Liu Ruyan muttered: "Nightmare, fear, nightmare." ”

Bai Ze smoothed her hair and walked to the bedroom window, it was dark and quiet outside.

On a summer night, insects and birds chirped, and an old man selling sweet potatoes dragged a car, looked up, but looked in the direction where Bai Ze was, as if he was looking at Bai Ze from afar.

Bai Ze also looked at this old man.

The old man pulled the car and stopped, looked at Bai Ze as if he was smiling, and looked up for a long time before continuing to pull the car.

Liu Ruyan's residence was with a balcony, Bai Ze seemed to be thoughtful, smiled, but jumped from the third floor.

Stepping on the number of flowers and walls in the neighborhood like a cat to cross the street.

He's a cat, a cat that smells fishy.

The old man who sells sweet potatoes dragged the car, the car was very heavy, and the old man dragged it very hard.

Sweet potatoes were sold on the empty streets at night, but none were sold all day, and there seemed to be a depressed expression on his face.

Bai Ze rushed forward, but stopped in front of him in advance.

Bai Ze said: "I buy sweet potatoes." ”

The old man smiled, but said, "My sweet potatoes have to wait, and you are willing to wait." ”

Bai Ze nodded and said with a smile: "I am willing." ”

Bai Ze accosted: "Uncle, when did you come here to sell sweet potatoes, I haven't seen you before." ”

The old man smiled, his face was full of wrinkles, "I only came here to sell it recently, but I didn't expect that the people here don't like sweet potatoes." ”

Bai Ze smiled: "Why, do you still come out to sell sweet potatoes in this weather in summer?"

In summer, sweet potatoes are generally difficult to sell, and occasionally they are sold, but also when the sky is just dawning, in some public places, such as schools and hospitals, but this old man is different.

The old man said: "In summer, sweet potatoes are generally sold in the morning, but I sell them at night, only to people who are destined." ”

Bai Ze said: "What is a destined person?" ”

The old man said: "The person who is willing to eat sweet potatoes at night is called a destined person." ”

The old man said, turn on the stove and start the fire, and it will start to bake.

The old man asked, "How many do you bake?"

Bai Ze just stretched out his two fingers, his ears moved, and suddenly he heard a sound of breaking wind, and Bai Ze took a step back like a ghost.

With a snap, there was a deep bullet hole where Bai Ze was standing just now.

Sniper rifles! or anti-materiel weapons!

Bai Ze immediately ran, sighing in his heart that it was such a big battle.

The place chosen is also a good place, this street is a laneway, just such a straight street, full of high-rise buildings.

There are also no barriers on the streets.

The old man was still roasting sweet potatoes and said with a smile: "Young man, don't be so curious. ”

When Bai Ze was running, he jumped behind the old man, which happened to be the sniper's dead end.

Bai Ze smiled: "I'm also curious, how long will it take for your sweet potato to be baked." ”

The old man shook his head and said, "You have to have a life to eat." ”

Bai Ze was just about to speak, when his ears moved, he heard the sound of breaking wind again, and immediately turned his head sideways, and a bullet grazed his shoulder and hit the ground in front of him.

Bai Ze muttered, "Not a handful?"

The old man stretched out four fingers.

Bai Ze exclaimed: "You really look up to me." ”

As soon as the words fell, four bullets shot towards Bai Ze from different directions, intertwined into a tic-tac-toe shape.

The astral realm is not invulnerable, from this moment on, every step Bai Ze takes, it seems that he is gambling with death.

It's a pity that Bai Ze just came out in a hurry, he didn't come out with black clouds, nor did he come out with mountain rain, he was unarmed, like fish on the display board.

Bai Ze danced in this small space, like a strange mechanical dance, with an unusually strong sense of rhythm, in fact, he was dodging bullets everywhere.

The old man applauded while roasting sweet potatoes, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, looked at it, and threw it at Bai Ze, on which was a blood-red killing word.

The bounty amount is already 40 million.

The old man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it slowly, and stood there calmly roasting sweet potatoes, as if he was not afraid of accidental injury.

No one can escape his sniping, and there are more than twenty so-called eye-above masters on the rivers and lakes who died in his hands.

Jianghu people have an unwritten rule not to use hot weapons, and if they use it, they lose their dignity and make Jianghu people spurn.

But he doesn't care, he's a killer, he only cares about the purpose.

It's just a pity that at the same time, four anti-materiel sniper rifles are aimed at Bai Ze, and Bai Ze can still deal with it with ease.

Well, with the addition of firepower, how many bullets can a person face at the same time.

The old man clapped his hands, and four young people appeared on the left and right sides of the street at the same time, a total of eight young people, and eight pistols with silencers, which had already been ambushed.

No one can hide from this deadly sniping, and the old man firmly believes in it.

The old man only roasted a sweet potato, which was for him to eat.