After Jiao Zuoren drank this bowl of porridge that was so salty that the salted fish was probably more than enough, and drank a whole bowl of water, he looked at the kitchen that was made a mess by the man who called himself Brother Qiao, and was full of MMP.

Jiao Zuoren held a broom and a mop to clean all kinds of broken porcelain slag and countless cigarette butts on the ground. Blood is dripping in my heart, MMP yo, how much does it cost to have so many plates, this money has to let him accompany me.

"By the way, where did this come from? I haven't been molesting Widow Li next door recently, and she saved me, what do you think is writing a novel? Play with me to save my life and ask for repayment? ”

Jiao Zuoren thought viciously, and was ready to quickly drive out the ghost beast man who trespassed into the house after a while. I completely forgot what I was scared of by this person.

"Wait... Could it be that dream? At this time, Jiao Zuoren remembered the inexplicable dream last night, and the weird sexy little short sleeves in his room that had become a "deep V", and he shuddered for no reason.

"Oh yes, what about bullshit? If it was true, I would have burped a long time ago, and I am not the hero of the novel, how can I still have an infinite resurrection? ”

Jiao Zuoren sat on the sofa in the living room, looking down at his abdomen in confusion, and stroked, "There is no wound at all, it's definitely a dream, right?" ”

"I said, Be a man! It's not good for you to sit in the living room and pound pipes in the middle of the day, I know you're young and vigorous, but we also have to be in moderation, right? The strange man walked downstairs with a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth, his hair tied back behind his head, and he was wearing a SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas that he didn't know where he came from.

"Damn, are you really going to stay at my house? Where the hell did you come from? Get me out! Looking at the mysterious pajamas on this man's body, Jiao Zuoren was already determined that he had to get this thing out quickly, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

Jiao Zuoren generally had to get up from the sofa, take three steps and do two steps, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to hold the "treasure knife" he had just thrown down, and pointed at the man in front of him who was still sleepy on his face.

The man didn't panic in the slightest, stretched out his right hand in his pocket, and waved it at Jiao Zuoren, and the only weapon in Jiao Zuoren's hand fell on the coffee table on the side bizarrely.

Jiao Zuoren was stunned when he looked at the "treasure knife" that flew away with his legs outstretched.

The man walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, and put out the cigarette in his hand on the coffee table, "Well, I know you're quite confused now, I'll just tell you this, you really stabbed people to death last night"

Looking at Jiao Zuoren's frightened expression, the man put his right leg on the coffee table, took out another cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"However, I saw that the road was uneven and pulled out a knife to help, and when people were ready to dispose of it for you, I got you back, plus you are more special, and then you went home alive, and then there was no more" The man spread his hands and looked helpless.

"Eh, I spent hundreds of flea markets on this coffee table, what can I do?" Jiao Zuoren almost didn't cry when he watched the movements of the man's hands, but after listening to what he said, all that was left was shock.

“woc？ I was really poked last night? Are they all disemboweled? And let you save it? Only then did Jiao Zuoren react, it turned out that it was indeed not a dream but a fact.

"ENMMM, IMHO, your taste is really a little too bad"

"Huh?"

"She's all disguised like that, it's a complete plus, you want to fall for her? Also a thousand and a half? ”

"What?"

"Tut-tut, the little virgin is really really terrible, it's really hungry, it's so pitiful"

"I'm tm...

"And can you stop you all the time, didn't I tell you, I have to call me Brother Qiao in the future, understand?"

Jiao Zuoren suppressed his urge to roll up his sleeves and beat people, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to beat this unscrupulous goods.

Looking at Jiao Zuoren's angry expression, Brother Qiao took another deep puff of cigarette, and then put out the cigarette butt in the bowl that Jiao Zuoren just brought him, of course, it was already an ashtray now.

"Congratulations, boy! Welcome to the real world. Brother Qiao stood up, his hands spread out, and his face was full of righteousness.

"I always feel that this kind of words, when they come out of your mouth, there is no sense of solemnity" Jiao Zuoren was silent for a while, but still said his heart.

"Okay, be a man, don't you wonder why you didn't die?" Brother Qiao waved his hand, not caring about Jiao Zuoren's complaints.

"I'll wait for you to say, wouldn't it be shameless if I asked directly?" Jiao Zuoren's face was filled with the smile that was characteristic of the victory of the mouth cannon.

"I really don't want to hit you, do I?" Brother Qiao gritted his teeth and punched Jiao Zuoren on the head viciously, knocking him down.

"Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I owe it" Jiao Zuoren, who was knocked down by this not light or heavy punch, was stunned and didn't dare to stand up, but squatted on the ground to admit it.

"Brother Qiao, tell me what's going on, I'm curious" After recognizing Jiao Zuoren, he immediately looked at Brother Qiao with an innocent and curious face.

"Okay, don't look at me with such disgusting eyes, I'm sick to my stomach" Brother Qiao looked at Jiao Zuoren, who was squatting with his head and pretending to be crazy and stupid, and began to guide the newcomers.