Chapter 491 Author: It's okay to be idle

Looking at the ordinary look of indifference, Mao Jun's face became even more gloomy, and he said coldly: "This is Baoji, I am a local, if you know each other, everything is easy to say, Mao Jun will be grateful." Otherwise, I have a thousand ways to keep you from staying, but you can't do anything about it. ”

"Hehe, it's really interesting, Brother Mao, do you know what is the most important thing to defeat your opponent?"

Pingfan was not frightened at all, but he felt that the other party's words were very funny, obviously a responsible person, but he wanted to pretend to be fierce.

"What?" Mao Jun was stunned for a moment and asked stupidly.

Pingfan leaned his head over and whispered: "You have to determine the goal first, if you don't choose the right goal from the beginning, then everything will be in vain." ”

"What do you mean?" Mao Jun lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked puzzled.

Ping Fan laughed and said: "What do you mean, I think, what I said is very clear, in some things, I am not your enemy, so you don't have to be so nervous." ”

"You mean you're leaving? Leave Ah Xuan" Mao Jun's head was a little short circuited at this time, he just wanted this nasty guy to leave Ah Xuan.

Pingfan shook his head and said, "Go?" Hehe, it's impossible, when I want to leave, no one can stop me, and when I don't want to go, no one can care. ”

He said this sentence domineeringly, and in a trance, he seemed to be touched in his heart, as if this tone, this attitude was what he should show. yaпgě

"I advise you not to ask for trouble, if you don't leave, I won't be polite to you."

Mao Jun threatened, then slowed down his tone and said in a negotiable tone: "If you don't pester Ah Xuan anymore, I can give you a little compensation appropriately, just as the compensation for your help Ah Xuan." ”

"Compensation, what do you want to compensate with? Money? I don't have much money right now, but I'm not uncommon with that. ”

Ordinary said noncommittally, he didn't understand, why did the other party insist that he had other thoughts about Ah Xuan?

In fact, the reason why Pingfan agreed to go to Quancheng with Ah Xuan was just a choice under a daze, it didn't matter where he went, the important thing was that he wanted to live a quiet and ordinary life.

"Don't pretend to be high-minded, just like you, that is, an ignorant little girl, we are all men, let's make it clear, I don't want Ah Xuan to be deceived, what do you want, say it, I am not stingy with what I can give, and if I can't give, don't be delusional."

The more Mao Jun looked at the ordinary, the more he felt that this guy had bad intentions, otherwise, how could he be so calm, it seems that this is an experienced liar.

Pingfan was already very impatient, he stood up suddenly, and said confidently and firmly: "Whatever I want, I will take it myself, and I will never beg for charity from others, Brother Mao, you have a misunderstanding about me, I don't blame you." ”

"However, there are some things you better not try, or you may regret it in the future."

After speaking, Ping Fan picked up the teapot in front of him, directly pointed the spout to his mouth, tilted his head, and poured all the tea inside.

"Shhh, the tea is good, it really quenches your thirst, thank you, Brother Mao."

After saying that, Ping Fan turned around and walked out of the room with his own thoughts, he didn't want to continue to entangle with this person.

When Pingfan closed the door, Mao Juncai came to his senses, he slapped the table, pointed to the door and scolded: "Nima, you look down on me, threaten me on my land, I ......"

After walking out of the teahouse, he walked alone on the street, looking at the street where people came and went, he felt very warm.

He knows what he wants and what he doesn't want, and he wants to be able to integrate into this society and be able to enjoy a peaceful life.

When the other party threatened him just now, he felt his heart beating violently, and the blood in his body was boiling, just like a person walking in the desert encountered a pool of clear water, and his whole body emitted a longing.

Images flashed in his mind, full of severed limbs, blood, a slaughterhouse of slaughter, which resonated with his blood and gave him an impulse, a bloody and crazy impulse.

Ordinary people almost couldn't help but move, the joints all over his body were itching, and Mao Jun in front of him seemed to be an extremely tempting prey, which strongly attracted him.

The sudden killing intent was difficult to explain, he didn't understand why he suddenly had that urge to kill, and he vaguely felt that his body seemed to enjoy the killing feast more than the quiet life.

But as soon as this impulse appeared, he was forcefully suppressed, and he poured a pot of tea to dispel his killing intent, and then turned around and walked away.

The reason why he left in such a hurry was because he was not sure if he could control his hands, and if the other party continued to provoke, there was an offensive anger in his heart, and once this anger was ignited, the killing would be carried out.

He was a little nervous and a little afraid, once he couldn't help but do it, the result would become out of control.

For him, killing is like an addiction that will be difficult to regain once it is re-inhabited.

It was hard for him to imagine why he had such a strong latent interest in killing, the blood flowing in his veins seemed to boil only when he was killing, and the hunger and thirst for pleasure made him a little afraid.

For his previous affairs, Pingfan lost all interest in inquiry, he didn't want to be his old self, he wanted to start his new life.

And he couldn't understand why he was so angry, the other party only provoked two sentences, and didn't do anything excessive.

If you can kill someone just because of a few words, then you can't help but act too domineering.

In the bottom of his heart, there was always a voice that reminded him that he was different from those people, that he was high up and that he could kill and kill.

He doesn't like the feeling, what he wants is not to be on top, but to fit in.

Walking slowly along the side of the road, he was thinking about his own problems.

Sometimes he thinks that maybe it is much better to bury the past in his heart than to re-open it, at least, this quiet and ordinary life makes him enjoy it very much.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, he was a little relieved, his former self has become history, and he no longer has to search for the so-called truth, for him, it is more important to grasp the current life.

Since you don't like killing, you don't like your previous life, so let's spend your life quietly in the ordinary.

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