It was Wang Damao's call.

Wang Da Mao was originally not called by this name, just because he had a black mole the size of a peanut on his left cheek, which was covered with black hair, so others called him Da Mao.

Over time, his real name was forgotten.

Don't look at Wang Damao's name is not very elegant, and his body is as burly as a bear, but this guy is a sissy.

If it weren't for the name Wang Damao, who was called since he was a child, it is estimated that he would definitely be called Wang Niangcang.

A person actually has two very vivid aliases, which is also a strange thing.

What is even more strange about Wang Damao is that he is not only a gambler who does not lose to Lao Min, but also a matchmaker - and the success rate of matchmaking is as high as about 70%.

It is said that a marriage agency will dig him up with a lot of money.

"Something to put it bluntly, I'm very busy right now."

An hour ago, Lao Min, who was drunk with Wang Damao in a small restaurant, had no sense of alcohol at all at this time, and his speech was clear.

"Hehe, Lao Min, it seems unpleasant to listen to your voice."

Wang Damao, who weighs only 100 kilograms of weight, speaks in a beautiful voice - very good: "Have you got the money?" ”

"Nope."

Lao Min replied sullenly: "Is there anything else?" Don't beep if it's okay. ”

Before going home, Lao Min and Da Mao, today's losers, agreed to take the money and continue to return, and they wanted to overturn the group of winners.

However, he didn't want to tell anyone about the dangers he had just experienced.

Lao Min just wants to be quiet and plan a wonderful life in the future.

He wants his daughter to know: "Although your husband is dead, you can barely be considered a husband." But your dad didn't die. I can still make you like you were a child, proud of me, and gradually regain your old happiness. ”

"Well, neither did I. The old lady in the family doesn't give her life or death. I grass her brother-in-law's. ”

Wang Damao scolded, and the topic changed: "Oh, that's right." I didn't get the money when I got home, but I got good news. ”

Lao Min didn't speak, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and walked to the balcony.

"My stinky mother-in-law is not useless. The thing I entrusted her to do the other day, she really did. ”

Wang Damao laughed proudly a few times and urged: "Lao Min, come out quickly and let the family talk to you." ”

The corners of Lao Min's mouth trembled, and he whispered, "Thank you." However, my daughter now has a sweetheart. ”

After saying this, without waiting for Wang Damao to say anything more, Lao Min simply cut off the call.

In order to help her daughter get out of the pain of "bereavement", and never tie her head with white silk in the future, and make her look like a real little widow, Lao Min racked his brains before he thought of an excellent way with the help of Wang Damao.

Wang Damao's wife has a nephew who has just transferred from the army, the young man is 1.83 meters tall and handsome.

Regardless of their own conditions or family background, they are a good match with Min Rou.

If Min Rou, who is deeply trapped in the "pain of losing her husband", comes out of the pain, then only a new handsome guy will appear in her life and slowly drive away her dead ghost sweetheart.

But this is easier said than done.

Lao Min knows very well what kind of virtue his daughter is - Wang Damao's advice can arrange a good show.

After seeing Min Rou's photo, the maiden nephew who agreed with it would unconditionally follow the arrangement of the two elders, and all the expenses for finding someone to do things were covered in him.

In fact, Wang Damao's clever plan is worthless.

is to find someone to play the bad guy, to find an opportunity to bully Min Rou, and the nephew of the maiden family appeared in time.

Heroes save beauty.

In the end, he captured the hearts of the beauties and hugged the beauties.

Although this routine is old-fashioned, the more old the routine, the more effective it is, isn't it?

Wang Damao is like a general who strategizes, and he handed over the specific implementation steps of the plan to his wife to operate.

Tonight he went home and asked for money - after being scolded on his head and face, his wife told him that he could implement the plan.

So, he called Lao Min excitedly.

didn't expect Lao Min to be seriously stimulated, and decided to reform from now on, follow her daughter's choice, and vow to work hard to make her happy.

After blocking all the mobile phone numbers of Wang Damao and other gamblers, Lao Min had a kind of ease that he had never felt before.

There is also loss.

The life of the casino is far more exciting and exciting than the life of ordinary people.

Especially thinking of his daughter, who is only twenty-two years old this year, to be widowed until he is old for Li Die, and after letting this little yellow flower slowly wither, Lao Min is so distressed that he can't do it, and he looks up to the sky and sighs: "Alas, Li Nannan, you are creating evil." You know? ”

Li Nannan's sins after his death are far more than Min Rou.

Toyo.

Tokyo.

In a certain private training hall, Gala, who was standing at the door, glanced inside the arena from time to time.

In the plastic field, a woman wearing a black judo uniform, with her forehead and waist, but tightly wrapped around a white silk, was screaming, holding a wooden katana in both hands, like crazy, slashing at the coach one after another.

All women have amazing perseverance.

This is directly related to the anatomy of their women's bodies.

When it comes to explosiveness and violence, on the whole, they are far worse than men.

But when it comes to staying power, when it comes to doing something that is within her power, a woman can top three men.

For example, if a man and a woman pull weeds in a field, at the beginning, it must be that the man is fast, and the swishing for a while is a trip, which can pull down the woman far away.

But when they start the second round, they feel visibly overwhelmed.

Women, on the other hand, will always maintain the state they were in at the beginning.

The same is true for knife practice.

When Sakura Ueshima decided to practice knives, the coach she hired heavily once told her that she had to make 1,500 knives a day before she achieved a small success in a few months.

As a result, it has been more than seven months since the day of training, and Sakura Ueshima has been slashing 3,000 times a day.

Even in the first few days, her arms were swollen twice as thick as they were frequently chopped.

She didn't give up and insisted on it.

God admired this kind of hardworking woman the most, and soon let her efforts be rewarded.

The first coach hired with a lot of money, as early as two months ago, was no longer her opponent, took a bonus, and happily went.

Now this coach's name is Jiro Koyama, who came out of the deep mountains and old forests of the East, is in his fifties, 1.53 meters tall, and has a face full of bitter and hateful folds, which looks inconspicuous.

But he is the younger brother of the head of the Oriental Broken Knife Stream, and he is also the ex-husband of Sakura on Ueshima, and he is the good friend of the benevolent brother who was hanged by Li Nannan.

After hearing that the wife of the deceased now vowed to learn martial arts, Jiro Koyama took the initiative to come to the door, and after showing off his little hand a little coquettishly, he convinced the woman and worshipped him as a teacher.

A master is a master.

Jiro Koyama not only has to train Sakura Ueshima's martial arts, but also temper her cruelty.

A martial artist, if he wants to become a top master, must not only have exquisite moves, but also have bloodthirsty determination.

Only bloodthirsty warriors can stimulate the potential in her bones, and when fighting to the death with others, they can often kill the winners in training under the horse.

The Oriental Broken Sword Stream was originally regarded as the largest cult in the country, and was despised by righteous people.

Sakura Ueshima's natural physical flexibility, as well as her childhood dance foundation, provide the most favorable conditions for her to become a quick master.

Coupled with her almost crazy persistence, Jiro Koyama can teach it with half the effort.

Of course, Jiro Koyama didn't teach his mastery to Sakura Ueshima in vain.

After all, there is no such thing as love for no reason, right?

Every ten days, Sakura Ueshima would give Jiro Koyama a junior high school student, which was paid to him.

In the East, as long as you are willing to spend money, you will never have to worry about not having a childish junior high school student, and you will be willing to serve a deep mountain man.

"Stop!"

When there was a loud sound, Jiro Koyama waved his knife to separate the slash of the cherry blossoms on Uejima, jumped backwards, and shouted to stop.

Sakura Ueshima immediately placed the knife diagonally across her right shoulder and stared down at the floor slightly, sweat dripping down her chin.

The sword she was carrying was of a very peculiar style, half as short as an ordinary katana.

It's like a wooden katana that has been snapped from it.

Broken knife flow.

If you don't use a short knife, what is the broken knife flow of hair?

There are clouds in Huaxia martial arts, one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, and one inch dangerous.

The short knife is close to the hand-to-hand combat, which is more suitable for women who lack strength but have a nimble step.

"Change the knife."

Koyama Jiro looked at Ueshima Sakura's eyes, a flash of satisfaction, and said in a gloomy tone.

Gala, who was waiting at the door, immediately ran over.

In both hands, he held a real knife made of stainless steel.

Broken knives.

The blood groove is deep, and there seem to be blood stains left on the blade of the snowflake pattern that were outdated yesterday.

In order to temper the cruelty of Sakura Uejima, who is supple by nature, Jiro Koyama became her coach and asked her to kill a living creature every day.

In the beginning, it was a small sheep.

Subsequently, the lamb was replaced by a puppy.

Later, it was replaced by a big dog.

Last week, at the behest of Jiro Koyama, Gala changed her prey to a wolf.

So far, Sakura Uejima has killed twenty-one sheep, twenty-nine puppies, thirty large dogs, and four wolves.

Sakura Ueshima took a deep breath and handed the wooden knife to Gala, taking the broken knife from his hand.

When the woman took the broken knife, Gala, who hadn't really seen her much years ago, couldn't help but shiver after inadvertently looking at her.

In his impression, even after Sakura Ueshima was forced by her leaders to snub her and had to kill an undercover agent, she was still a woman who made water - especially every time she saw the astonishing whiteness under her collar, Gala's heart would ripple and she began to think about it.

But now, even if he was given ten more dares, Gala would not dare to think anything wrong about her.

I will only complain in my heart that Boss Li will die if he dies, why do you want to change a human being into a god of death.

Only the god of death will have Uejima Sakura's current feelings, only cold eyes.

Gala admits that the current Sakura Uejima is more suitable than her second husband to be a drug trafficking boss in the East.

After the news of Li Nannan's death came, Sakura Uejima, who had not eaten, drank, slept or spoken for two days, found the best tattoo artist in the East and tattooed a black python on her crystal back.

and the black skull on her hips, reflecting each other.

It was also from that day that the Uejima cherry blossoms were no longer the original Ueshima cherry blossoms.

Her face is still so beautiful, her waist is still so soft, but there is a kind of palpitational anger all over her body.

For this reason, Gala wondered: "Isn't it normal for a woman to die and a man to make such a big change?" ”

He doesn't understand the love of Sakura Ueshima.