sent away Xiao Yiwen and Dawei's prospective girlfriends and hugs, and when they returned to the house, only Liang Huanhuan, who was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, and his father-in-law, who was making tea and drinking tea on the balcony, were left.

The feeling of emptiness and darkness made Wang Jian's sense of loss more and more intense, he was used to the noisy every night, but now he suddenly became quiet, and there was an inexplicable itching and discomfort on anyone.

"Don't look for it, there's no one left." Liang Huanhuan watched Wang Jian stick his head in at the door of each room to look twice, and sighed: "Are you so unbearable to be lonely?" ”

Wang Jian touched his head: "No...... It always felt like they were all still in the house. ”

"You are sick, and you must be cured."

At this time, the old man walked in from outside and said with a smile: "Human nature, habits are difficult to change. An empty room is more likely to be sad, come on, let's play a few games of chess. ”

Wang Jian's neck shrank: "I'm killing myself...... Well, come on. ”

In this way, Wang Jian was chatting with him while being abused and killed by his father-in-law. Not to mention, the old man is like a living and moving number, he knows everything, and not only knows, but also can tell why.

In the end, scumbags like Liang Huanhuan, who didn't read at all, came together to learn knowledge, and also said a lot of strange topics, such as the ridiculous thing about Wang Jian marrying several wives......

"It's a blessing, not a fate. According to the Buddhist definition, a qiē is karma. So true believers are very spontaneous, as long as they follow cause and effect. That is, to become a Buddha. ”

The language of the old man has connotations everywhere, compared with the quasi-rough embryo of Wang Jian and the elegant man like the old man, although there is another flavor, but in terms of connotation and temperament alone, there is still a long way to catch up.

And just as they were chatting energetically, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the monk stood outside in a yellow monk's robe. And behind him was Manhong.

The monk hadn't worn monk's robes for a long time, and Man Hong had never been so thin. She looked like a cancer patient who had been undergoing radiotherapy and chemotherapy for a long time, and her face was pale. Bloodless lips. Although she was sick and delicate, the hysteria in her eyes exposed her essence.

It's a monk, who wears monk's robes. is completely integrated with the world, although the expression is strict, it can even be said to be angry, but the compassion in the eyes is something that others can't learn.

These two people are like two extremes together, but they feel extremely compatible.

"Excuse me, several." After the monk walked in, he saw the weapon Wang Jian put on the table at a glance: "The monk owes you a favor." ”

"You don't owe me." Wang Jian smiled, and then pointed at Man Hong: "You don't owe me either." ”

After speaking. Wang Jian lit a cigarette for his father-in-law, took one himself, and threw another one to Man Hong: "I said no, what I don't want to do, whoever asks me to move it won't move." No one can stop me from what I want to do. ”

Man Hong walked to the sofa with a sad face, and said coldly: "After that, I will find someone to pick you up in prison, and I have already taken care of it." ”

"And." Wang Jian shook his fingers, as if he hadn't heard Man Hong's words: "No matter what your relationship with the monk is." The monk is a very clean person, don't take advantage of him. ”

Man Hong turned his head to look at the monk, smiled slightly, and there was a moment of purity and flawlessness in his eyes: "You think too badly, just like Lin Yaxuan did to you, and I did the same to Brother Long." Do you think Lin Yaxuan will take advantage of you? ”

"It should be, she always asks this guy to pick her up, in fact, she can drive herself, in the final analysis, she just wants to touch Wang Jian's buttocks." Liang Huanhuan stretched out his hand: "Hungry old woman, really helpless." ”

And the monk came over at this time, sat opposite Wang Jian upright, and folded his hands: "The monk is going to round that cause and effect, thank you." ”

"We're friends." Wang Jian smiled: "And I'm also for myself, thank you." I'm embarrassed to say it. ”

Man Hong flicked the cigarette ash lightly: "When will you do it." ”

"I'll have to wait for him to come out." Wang Jian leaned on the sofa and looked at the ceiling: "I have already said hello to Jiang Zhiyuan, he will inform me." ”

"Yes. Then let's go first. Man Hong stood up and squeezed out a little smile: "I know you dislike me." ”

"No, I don't dislike anyone." Wang Jian shook his head: "I just don't like it." ”

As soon as these two people left, Jiang Zhiyuan pushed open the door in civilian clothes, threw Wang Jian a bag of things, and turned around and left.

Wang Jian didn't leave him either, but opened the thing wrapped in brown paper, and found that there was actually a gun wrapped in a handkerchief and a stack of counting forms.

After opening these things, I found that they were all the physical abilities and specialties of those mercenaries. After Wang Jian finished reading it, he was amazed, these people are really top mercenaries, basically all kinds of skills are readily available, and the ability to work together as a team is extremely strong. Although the number jù does not represent actual combat, these things can also make Wang Jian not so lightly.

"This pistol is specially made." Liang Huanhuan studied it for a while: "It's Jiang Zhiyuan's matching gun!" ”

Wang Jian, who was studying the form, was stunned: "His gun? What do you mean? ”

"This is the special equipment of the super police, don't underestimate this gun, it's a status symbol, and it's a code. The rifling of this gun is unique and is the only ID card for the super cop. The people killed by it will not be investigated by anyone, including Interpol. Sun San's family has a big business, if you want to dig deeper, he will definitely not be guilty, and you will be unlucky. But if he was killed with this gun, it means that he was assassinated because he violated the interests of the state and the nation. So no one will investigate, since Jiang Zhiyuan was chosen as a super policeman, he must have the responsibility and authority of the party, so he gave you this. ”

Liang Huanhuan took off the magazine and looked around: "You see, there are special steel seals on the bullets, which means that this is his exclusive firearm." In other words, he wants to help you carry the black pot. ”

"Oh, send me to death, carry the black cauldron, right?" Wang Jian nodded: "It's good." ”

And the old man smiled: "He can not even carry the black pot, are you right?" ”

"Ha, I'm just kidding." Wang Jian picked up the gun and shook it around: "So that I basically won't be sentenced, right?" ”

"Yes, 100 percent not. As for putting you in jail, it should be to prevent them from fighting back wildly. Liang Huanhuan smiled coldly: "But even if they fight back wildly, who has the kind of going to storm the prison?" That's a rebellion against the nine tribes. ”

"These guys, they're so smart." Wang Jian shook his head and sighed, "I didn't think about it. ”

"Sometimes, the political mind can be used to save lives." The old man stood up: "I'm going to rest, I'm old, I don't have enough energy, get up early tomorrow morning and pick up your eighth uncle and your senior brother and sister." ”

"Senior brother and sister? Where did it pop up? ”

"Worry-free parents."

Wang Jian sighed, and then went to the kitchen to soak milk and prepare for bed without saying anything, but halfway through the soaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, poked his head out and asked, "Isn't this bad!" ”

The old man replied in the house, "You can think for yourself." ”

Wang Jian thought about it, patted his head and said to himself: "What a magical generation......

"Wang Jian come here." Liang Huanhuan stretched out his hand towards Wang Jianyi: "Come on." ”

"How?"

"Come and see." Liang Huanhuan pointed to a form: "This guy! It's the instructor of the Great Sage! ”

Wang Jian was stunned: "The instructor of the Great Sage? ”

As he spoke, he walked over and took the watch: "Unknown ability? Just four words? ”

"O instructor of the Great Sage! It's a little older than the Great Sage, I only saw it once, and then I heard that because I destroyed other people, I was full of treason. ”

"Because of what?"

"It seems that the gang raped his daughter-in-law and caused him to have a miscarriage, and in one night, one person killed one hundred and seventy-one people. None of them were spared, it was a killing machine. ”

Wang Jian nodded: "If you want me to do the same, there are ...... Won't those people shout? ”

"Now is the time to shout or not to shout? I'm telling you about this guy's combat effectiveness! What the hell are you thinking? I'm worried that you're going to be killed. ”

Wang Jian thought for a while, then shook his head: "He shouldn't be able to beat me, if I were him, kill one hundred and seventy people, about an hour." He used it all night. ”

"Do you kill one in twenty seconds?"

Wang Jian nodded very sincerely: "Theoretically, it's no problem, hold on for an hour and a half." ”

And Liang Huanhuan frowned: "No, I have to go to the Great Sage, I promised my young lady to take care of you, I can't explain if you die." ”

"If you care about me, just say it's okay." Wang Jian touched his head: "I won't misunderstand that you like me." ”

"I'll ...... You still don't want a b-face...... It's an outburst today, isn't it?

There's one more thing that bothers me. It's just that a friend of mine who posted a book on the same day just told me that he completely quit the circle because he couldn't make ends meet...... Actually, his grades are better than mine, so I won't mention the title of the book. But think about it, this is indeed the case, after all, he writes full-time, 10,000 words a day, and his monthly income is only 3,000 yuan...... It's really better to sell tea eggs.

And today, when he complained to me, I suddenly had a very sad feeling, I can still stick to this thing as a hobby, but one day, when the burden of life makes me unable to look up, I don't know how far I can go...... I'm scared, I like storytelling, I like my protagonist, I like my readers, I don't want to end like this, I'm scared...... rq