I don't know what kind of expression people will look like when they see the real version of Zhu Bajie eating watermelon, anyway, Tang Ning can't hold back his laughter now. The image of the white fat man is too similar to Zhu Bajie.

"I said fat uncle, watermelon is cold, you hold the watermelon early in the morning and nibble on it, it will hurt your stomach."

"You care about me."

The white fat man's eyes widened, he raised his hand, and with a whoosh, a piece of watermelon peel smashed into Tang Ning in the air. Tang Ning's head tilted and flashed. Shaking his head and smiling, he took two steps and sat down on the crimson leather sofa across from him. Looking around, I looked curiously at this spacious office that was luxuriously decorated.

The decoration is really elegant, the color matching, and the style are very atmospheric, which shows that the design team responsible for decorating this room is very strong. It's just that the room is too messy, on the sofa, on the floor, on the table, a bunch in the east, a bunch in the west, large and small, all kinds of random piles of things, making this place like a big warehouse with sundries. If someone else is here, and the room is cleaned up a little more, it will look luxurious, elegant, rich and magnificent. can be such a master as a white fat man, tsk, it's a pity.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at his nose and his nose, and began to recuperate in boredom. I was anxious, but I wasn't in a hurry, waiting for the white fat man to speak first.

Fat and loose white tank top, one leg can fit into personal gray shorts, bare a pair of hairy thighs, flip-flops under his feet. Shy and bulging like a hill, like a half-sided bulge and a big belly on the ground. The white fat man who was sitting on the sofa like a mountain of meat just glared at Tang Ning with a resentful face, then ignored him, and reached out to grab a piece of watermelon, snorting, and gnawing until the juice overflowed.

"Uh-huh-hmm...... "Elbows turned in the direction of the dark brown, lacquered, wide boss's desk, and said to the middle-aged man indistinctly: "Something...... Woo ...... At...... Boom, boom...... What about the table...... You can take it with you. ”

The middle-aged man pulled out a bag of brown paper from the mess on the table. I opened it, looked at the contents of it, and after confirming that it was correct, I put it back on, clamped it under my ribs, and turned around and left. When he walked to the door, he stopped, turned around and said, "White fat man, that little brother is right, get up early in the morning and nibble on watermelon." Sooner or later, you'll gnaw at the problem. ”

Poof, spit out a few watermelon seeds, the white fat man's little eyes widened, and he grinned: "Get out." You're dumbfounded, aren't you? Don't think that if you do something trivial, you are qualified to be nonsense to the fat man. Even if it's your boss, the 'Eagle Owl', he doesn't have the guts. ”

"Hmph, kindness is not rewarded." The middle-aged man is too lazy to deal with this guy who doesn't understand human language. looked at Tang Ning, grinning at the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, but his facial muscles did not move, and the kind appearance that was squeezed out of long-term rigidity was ugly. "Little brother, you're good. How about a chance to get a hand? ”

Hand in hand, jargon, in the old age, businessmen refer to in public, in public, when there are many people, when trading goods, both hands are hidden in the cuffs or covered with a square scarf or handkerchief, in the case of others not visible, only rely on each other's fingers to communicate, contact, activities to bargain, negotiate the price.

Friends who practice martial arts refer to learning from each other and passing tricks. The seniors say this to the juniors, not only to save face, but also to give advice.

Tang Ning didn't know where he had won the favor of this senior who met for the first time. But the opportunity is rare. Of course, you can't miss it. His eyes were shining, his face could not hide his excitement, he hurriedly stood up, and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, when you are free, you must ask your seniors for advice." ”

"Hmm. Say. The middle-aged man was very satisfied with Tang Ning's answer. casually took out a small card from his pocket and threw it to Tang Ning, "This is my phone, I'm waiting for you." ”

"This kid is very difficult, he is stunned, be careful that you will be empty when the bamboo basket is empty!" The white fat man said strangely on the side.

The middle-aged man didn't return the mouth, just flattened his mouth, glared at the white fat man again, and then opened the door and left.

It seems that the relationship between this middle-aged man and the white fat man is not very harmonious, and they both look at each other unpleasantly, but the white fat man can use him as a driver. There must be something greasy in this, but Tang Ning is too lazy to delve into it, besides, it is not his turn to study and ponder the matter between the two people.

Tang Ning glanced at the white fat man lightly, but he was still patient, didn't ask anything, didn't say anything.

The white fat man finished gnawing four or five pieces of watermelon in a row, and the transparent coffee table on the fiberglass table in front of him was full of watermelon skins, watermelon seeds, and stains. Kicking and tapping, shaking his fat body, dragging flip-flops out of the bathroom in the suite, the white fat man's wet hands rubbed twice on the shorts, returned to the original position and sat down, crossed his legs, leaned on the back of the sofa, and glanced at Downing. He snorted from his nostrils and said, "Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, he can't even wipe the edge of the realm of cultivating gods, and he pretends to be calm in front of the fat man, so you don't have anything to ask?" ”

"I have what I want to ask, and there are quite a few, but, don't you have anything to say, fat uncle?"

"If you don't ask, I won't tell, suffocate you bastard boy. Hum. ”

"Ha, I'm sorry, fat uncle, you're old, 'really' guessed wrong. As for me, I'm not in a hurry. Anyway, I'm idle every day, and I don't have anything big to do, so we're here today to see who can consume more energy than whom. Tang Ning did the same, stretching his legs, leaning on the back of the sofa on all fours, his upturned toes swaying from side to side, grinning lazily, but he was strange in his heart. Where did this white fat man get so angry with himself? Wait, Tang Ning chuckled in his heart, his complexion changed slightly, his eyes gradually narrowed, and suddenly widened, is it because of that little girl who is coaxing the cow? She ...... that night He's dead?

The more you think about it, the more likely this becomes. Only in this way can we explain why this white fat man is angry at himself. But I couldn't take care of myself that night. was almost destroyed by others, where is the spare energy, distracted to help others?

But if that little girl really died like that. Tang Ning didn't feel very good in his heart, and felt ashamed. In that night's situation, no matter what you say, the little girl is still her companion. is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she looks like Feifei's age, Feifei is carefree all day long, and she grows up happily, but the little girl is already fighting to the death with the enemy, and she is desperate. If I had prepared a little more carefully at that time, maybe I wouldn't have ......

Alas, Tang Ning was remorseful in his heart, and at the same time, he was also aggrieved and unacceptable.

Stopped swinging on her toes, tilted her head, stared at the ceiling with her eyes a little distracted, and muttered, "That little girl, she ......"

"Her name is Lin Muxiang."

"Oh, Lin Muxiang......" Tang Ning silently recited the name a few times in his heart, sat up straight, and looked at the white fat man with hopeful eyes, even if he guessed the result in his heart, he couldn't help but ask: "She, what happened to her?"

"She's fine, just a little injured."

"Oh, she's fine, just a little hurt...... What the? Tang Ning's eyes sharpened, his blood surged, and he exploded in one fell swoop. He stood up and pointed at the fat white man. Qingxiu's somewhat handsome face is full of anger, her eyebrows are straightened, her temples are obliquely raised, her eyes are round, and the evil fire is running straight to her brain. The uncontrollable love surged all over the body, and the fire yelled at the white fat man: "White fat man, there is something wrong with you?" Since Lin Muxiang doesn't have a, you are angry at me? You are powerful, your cultivation is high, but I am not muddy, young master, if you don't give me a reason today, young master, I will fight you to the end. ”

The white fat man didn't know where to turn out more than a dozen things the size of invitations, swishing, wrapped in an incomparably huge force, and shot towards Tang Ning. Tang Ning subconsciously took it with both hands, and the huge force hit his body directly along his hands. Whether it was the spiritual power or the vitality of the automatic body protection, it was all dispersed, bang, the whole body shook violently, the qi and blood surged, kicked, and the footsteps continued to retreat, and they were knocked back to the sofa by this force of irresistible force. His face turned red, and he finally dispersed the external force and relieved his breath.

As soon as his qi slowed back, Tang Ning's hand flashed with golden light, and this time six sword hilts appeared in the palm of his hand at the same time, with a complete sword body, a small and unique shape, a golden sword that was no more than three inches long and no more than a finger wide.

The miniature sword buzzed and trembled in Tang Ning's palm, and he was surrounded by a spiritual force field that was like a substance. The pressure on the surroundings is increasing. It is like a volcano that has been brewing for a long time, and it is at the tipping point of eruption at any time.

Tiangang reincarnation. This is the biggest trick in his Tiangang swordsmanship, and it is said that when he has practiced to the realm of Dacheng, he can instantly send twenty-four golden swords at the same time, and he can sacrifice six swords at the same time, which is already the limit of Tang Ning's now.

The white fat man saw the golden sword in Tang Ning's palm, the strange light in his eyes flashed, and he said in a slow voice: "If you kid dares to destroy anything here, you can't afford to smash your bones." And it will make you sit in prison for the rest of your life. Unbelief? Just give it a try. ”

Tang Ning couldn't be angry, so he planned to make a big move to give the white fat man a hard blow, and at the same time wanted him to understand that he didn't have the courage to do it, let alone the courage to fight. But being squeezed by the white fat man's words like this, he really didn't dare to try it lightly.

Don't forget what kind of place this is. Whether it's a warehouse or an office. Those are all appearances, and what is really valuable, even priceless, is the pile of messy things scattered around the left and right. Because each of them is extremely important, and every one of them involves the nerves of many people, many forces, and many political groups at home and abroad. Even if he destroyed a little bit at random, he Tang Ning would have to walk around without eating.

With a flick of his wrist, the golden light dissipated and the small sword disappeared. The spiritual force field also disappeared and dissipated. Panting and sitting back on the sofa, he stared at the white fat man.

"Don't be busy glaring at me yet, look at what the fat man just gave you."