"Brother Qiao, I'm being bullied! Huh, you don't say it, come and cover me" Jiao Zuoren just pushed open the door and saw Brother Qiao sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, watching TV intently, so he immediately began to complain with a sad and angry face.

Brother Qiao, who was originally concentrating on watching the game, heard Jiao Zuoren's very contrived cry, and was so frightened that he almost threw the cigarette in his hand.

"You TM a T with an infinite blood bar, isn't it normal for Lala to be beaten with hatred, don't put this aside and pretend to be miserable for me" The half-finished cigarette flew above Jiao Zuoren's head, and Jiao Zuoren immediately returned to his previous hippie smile. Raise your hand and beat the cigarette off.

"Stomach opening again? Your way of resisting damage is a bit unique" Brother Qiao touched his chin and looked at the bloodstained Jiao Zuoren.

"Am I making up? You know I got a hammer? ”

"You know, someone notified me when they were eyeing you."

"Isn't that the equivalent of selling your teammates? Shall I report you? When Jiao Zuoren heard that Brother Qiao knew that he was being targeted, he didn't care about it, and he jumped to his feet angrily.

"You can't die, can you recover blood and use me to save you?"

"Why don't I think that's the reason?"

Brother Qiao didn't know when he lit another cigarette, took a sharp puff, and looked at Jiao Zuoren with a serious face, "The main thing is that I don't bet less on this ball, I have to watch it"

"You... Sister's" Jiao Zuoren looked at Brother Qiao's serious expression, don't think that he was going to say something to train him and encourage him by the way, the touching that had just been brewed disappeared in an instant.

Looking at Jiao Zuoren, who looked down, Brother Qiao leaned back lazily, slumped on the sofa and comforted, "Eh, it's not a big problem, you can't die anyway, besides, can I not care about you?" I'll be there as soon as you have an accident, I believe you're okay with Brother Qiao."

Jiao Zuoren is not the kind of person who drills the horns of the bull, especially after he has the ability to heal himself, it is difficult to die, and there is indeed no danger.

"Do you know what happened to the Japanese? Why did you kill me? ”

"It's the people on the slaughterer's side, people don't kill people, those who have not declared war can't fight to the death, at most it's a temptation to test you, and other people's abilities are useless" Brother Qiao smoked a cigarette, his eyes left the TV and looked out the window.

"I'll make up! Then why are you stabbing me? If this person had been stabbed and had died! Jiao Zuoren couldn't help but look at Brother Qiao's eyes wide as he looked at his abdomen, which had been stabbed again but had completely healed, full of confusion.

"Alas, I have to say it, I still want you to lose face, it's not that you're too vegetable, and it is impossible for ordinary people to stab people with a knife" Brother Qiao looked helpless, holding a cigarette and looking at Jiao Zuoren, who was no longer squeaking by his words.

"Oh, it's me who is too vegetable" Jiao Zuoren at this time was in a depressed mood and uncomfortable.

"Okay, okay, don't put that autism autistic, hurry up and go back to sleep, big night, I'll train you well when we go back after this trip, I'm going to lose this game, the thief is annoying" After speaking, Brother Qiao no longer paid attention to Jiao Zuoren.

Jiao Zuoren felt that he really had nothing to do in the face of such an old man, so he had to go upstairs to find a room to sleep.

"This kid's reaction speed is really good, he has a strong sense of danger, because he is not afraid of injury, he is really not bad" Not long after Jiao Zuoren went upstairs, the phone that Brother Qiao had been putting on the coffee table rang again. A hoarse voice was heard.

"Then you look at it, don't look at who it is" Brother Qiao listened to the man's words very proudly.

"Heh, it's worthy of your people, people fight back a lot of, it's really a distinct fighting style" The man's disdainful but helpless voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Hey! You're going too far, aren't you? We call this psychological tactics, you know a fart" Brother Qiao listened to the man's disdain for his "tactics" and immediately blew up.

"Hmph, you still don't have to be scared, think about what to do, the burden is very heavy on you" The man seemed too lazy to continue messing with Brother Qiao and hung up the phone.

Looking at the mobile phone with the screen black, Brother Qiao couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, I can't help it, Master's old man doesn't know where to slip away, leave me to carry the burden, how lazy I am, since this kid also has the ability, hehe" Brother Qiao's expression gradually changed from helplessness to evil.

Jiao Zuoren, who had just experienced life and death again, took a bath and lay down on the bed and fell asleep, and suddenly, as if he had a nightmare, he trembled all over, and turned over and fell asleep.

Brother Qiao stood up at some point, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, looking out the window, I don't know if it was really Brother Qiao's hand with a cigarette floated a black spot, but after Brother Qiao took a deep breath of the cigarette, the black spot gradually disappeared.

"Who is this coming over there? I really don't want to see you" Brother Qiao squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the street illuminated by the street lamp outside the window, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes, or was it pain?

It was still the same quiet night as usual. But there are some whose hearts are always troubled by the fall of night.