There is always a group of people who tirelessly laugh at another group of people, but it is not clear who should laugh and who should be laughed at.

Gong San'er's face was on fire, he was unwilling to compromise anything, but passively regarded compromise as a habit.

"Have you had enough trouble?" A strong voice sounded at the door, from Meng Deng, who is also the boss of JOJO secretly, in fact, many people who understand know that Zhao Zihe is just a high-level dog leg at best.

Zhao Zihe shut up, almost the entire bar was quiet, after such a fuss, people who were not interested in it also became interested, often tragedy can only increase the fun of most people, which is also the inevitable darkness of human nature.

What kind of height is the current Meng Deng, almost everyone present knows in their hearts that the famous first place in Qingdao, when those old guys who are old and do not go out of the mountain enter the coffin, who still says that Qingdao is not surnamed Meng?

Gong San'er blushed, the so-called dare to be angry and dare not speak is like this, silently pulled up Xian Yang who fell to the ground and said that it was not too embarrassing, some wolves left, looking at the back, and some people couldn't help laughing, this time I saw that Meng Deng copied nothing, and laughed even more happily, it seems that this Gong San'er Xianyang has helped this JOJO the most.

"Is it really that funny?" The roe deer looked at the two laughing stocks, and did not want to stay here for a moment, his mission to cheer on the scene had been accomplished. There is another person who left for the same time as him, the former eleven poisonous Kui, there are some things, if you don't stay in the matter, you will never understand what it is to cry and what it is to laugh.

"Who should be qualified to laugh?" A guy who was particularly paranoid about these laughter said, although the voice was not loud, but fortunately, the atmosphere was not too noisy, and it happened to reach the ears of Meng Deng.

Lonely and clear, the flower snake sat alone at the bar, shaking the bar in her hands, and her bewitching red lips were gently raised, as if she could imagine what would happen in JOJO, but she was just wondering, what Zhao Kuangchao had experienced in the past year, but aside from a qiē, not only this pattern, most young people have transformed.

"You?" Meng Dengchao looked at Zhao Kuangchao, remembering the young man who had met Pan Weigong without saying a word, he hadn't seen him for more than a year, and Meng Dengchao even thought that this promising young man had died.

"What kind of bame am I, Zhao Kuang, can be copied by Meng Deng." Zhao Kuangchao laughed at himself, but he looked at Meng Deng's copy-for-tat, saying that he was young and frivolous, saying that the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and saying that Zhao Kuang was ignorant and had to be sent to death, but he dared to look at Meng Deng's copy, which was also a kind of ability.

"Okay, but do you really think you can go on in Qingdao?" Meng Dengchao looked at Zhao Kuangchao with an absolute attitude, although Zhao Kuangchao grew up like a god, but the two of them were still too far apart from each other.

"If you can't go down, Qingdao doesn't seem to be your turn to call the shots." Zhao Kuangran stood like this, his expression was calm and sharp, as if he was not facing Meng Deng, just a person with a head on his shoulders.

Almost everyone is talking about Zhao Kuangran's identity, and he is working against Meng Deng in Qingdao, which is not made by ordinary heroes.

Gong San'er seems to be more excited than Zhao Kuangchao in the center of the whirlpool, as if this limelight is not Zhao Kuangran, but himself, and he can't wait to say to the world that this man named Zhao Kuangchao is his buddy, a brother who takes his life.

Xianyang is a little confused, although this Zhao Kuangchao does not seem to be simple, but the person who bragged about Gong San'er blocked the killing of the Buddha and the killing of the Buddha, was two meters tall, weighed two hundred, and the hand-to-hand fighting tiger and wild boar was 108,000 miles, although so, but just by virtue of being able to copy Mengden, it would be beyond his reach, if he knew that this Mengden copied there for a stop, his hand was trembling with no ambition.

"It's a little interesting, who can say it, but you have to walk on your own, don't think about one step to the sky, do you know how many bones will be left behind in this step? I'm climbing up from your height, so I'll release the water. Meng Deng seemed to laugh, although it was an understatement, but it can make people inexplicably think of what Meng Deng used to look like.

Zhao Kuangchao was silent, he was not afraid of how many mountains there were in front of him, he was afraid of those red-eyed beasts in the mountains, they didn't care what a person would think, what they cared about, they just wanted to put themselves to death, this was a feeling of goosebumps when he thought about it, but at this moment, Zhao Kuangran noticed Gong San'er, this guy was smirking at him, Zhao Kuangran was suddenly relieved, fortunately, he was no longer human, fortunately, in the case that he didn't even notice, maybe a small but sturdy wolf pack was formed with himself as the leader.

Leaving JOJO, Zhao Kuangran and Gong San'er were both silent, Xianyang staggered behind him, he was very clear about his role, although this Zhao Kuangran didn't seem to be much older than himself.

"It's been a year of suffering." Zhao Kuang put his arm around Gong San'er's shoulder, some men's rudeness, but at this time, Zhao Kuang Chao expressed the most direct thing in his heart, in disguise, Gong San'er is the first person Zhao Kuang Chao knew when he came to this world, and he is also the person who has accompanied Zhao Kuang Ran's longest walk, and he is the one who is most similar to Zhao Kuangran, because in the eyes of others, they are like animals, and there is not so much excess sentimentality.

"I've lived a nourished life better than anyone else, but you, if it weren't for the bear-like look, I wouldn't have recognized it." Gong San'er snorted, didn't rush to lead Zhao Kuang to rekindle his feelings, just pressed the road with Zhao Kuang, and walked along the street lamp, Zhao Kuang ran a little hope to go to the end of this street lamp, and Gong San'er did the same, but he knew better than anyone else that the neon on the street was endless, like a human Yuwang.

Zhao Kuang looked at Xian Yang, who was walking at the end, he stopped and touched the two places on Xian Yang's back and stomach, and frowned, it was hard to imagine that this young man could carry this pain so far.

"This kid's name is Xianyang, I was subdued by me when I used to make trouble, I like my personality, I don't have the ability to do anything else, I have time for you ****." Gong San'er also stopped and picked his teeth, as if he didn't care about Xianyang's life or death at all, as if Xianyang was a tool, Gong San'er had this indifferent attitude towards people who were familiar with him, but if there was a real thing, this young master would definitely rush to the front.

"The injury is not light, you are still holding back, if you are holding on, I am afraid you will have to lie down for half a month, these people are not those little gangsters, almost all of them are internal injuries when they hit there." Zhao Kuangran looked at Xianyang with some appreciation, a very handsome young man from Yanggu, how could he fall in love with Gong San'er's way, but think about it, instead of wasting his youth on a woman's belly, it is better to fight for two years without knowing whether he knows how to live or die, win, the glory may be a lifetime, and there is no regret when he dies.

"I'm fine, I'm used to being beaten." Xian Yang squeezed out a smiling face, and was used to being sneered at by Gong San'er, and suddenly he was a little uncomfortable to be cared for so much.

"It's cheap, but the advantage is that the bones are hard, not as delicate as city people." Gong San'er stood directly on the nearby bench, not forgetting to sneer, and was glared at by Zhao Kuang, smoking honestly.

Zhao Kuang helped Xian Yang press a few acupoints, but only to reduce the pain, in addition to drunk three hands in this year, he learned the most is these touch bones and go to the acupoints, although there are some Jianghu Taoist taste, but fortunately, it is also a little useful, not groundless, like Xianyang's physique, you can carry it hard when you are young, but when you are old, you can bear the sins of the so-called old, but it is just a young man who does not know how to cherish it, but this kind of careful life, a man does not want it.

"You go back first, remember to lie down for me honestly, don't be too Gong San'er to talk about hard bones all day long, people are made of meat, not iron, I know it hurts, even if anyone thinks he doesn't hurt." Zhao Kuang patted Xianyang's shoulder, left Xianyang in place, and gradually walked away from Gong San'er.

Looking at Zhao Kuangchao and then at Gong San'er, Xian Yang felt that it was not that he couldn't fit into this narrow circle, but that he himself felt that he didn't have that qualification, and there was nothing good about life being too light.

Maybe unconsciously, a harlequin, a dirt bun in the mountains, slowly walked out of a world, from one height to another, maybe it was destined in the dark, but more than that, it was the suffering that they never had to be humane.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a year, you still haven't changed, I thought in Beijing, when I met you again, how can I say that after this year's drunken gold mini has to be stained with a little bit of wealth, I think too much." Zhao Kuangran smiled calmly.

Gong San'er smiled proudly, as if the petty popularity in his bones made him feel a sense of accomplishment, and looked at Zhao Kuang and said: "Answer truthfully, drunk three hands learned a few hands." ”

Zhao Kuang patted the wine jug dangling on his waist and said, "It's all here." ”

Gong San'er laughed happily, always feeling as if she had done something great.

"Qian Guozhong is dead." Zhao Kuangran said suddenly, stopped, looked up at the street lamp, didn't know where to start the story of Beijing, Zhao Kuangran tried his best to give himself a point to stand, but still couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong.

Gong San'er's expression gradually became colder, it seemed that this young master was also sentimental, after all, the two of them did not have a little relationship with Qian Guozhong back then. But there seems to be something that can't be touched anymore.

Things are not people, how many scenery do people see along the way? I can't see much scenery, and instead of being sentimental every day, I should think about the uncertain future.

Gong San'er thinks so, but he can only think that in the end, he still tosses himself with his love.