Wang Er Mazi was able to learn that Phoenix had come to the north, and in the final analysis, it was entirely due to Hong Qiling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hong Qiling would not have known that ten days ago, the dung pouring operation on Yang Tian under his remote command was carried out by Wang Er Mazi's subordinates.

He who was in an e-sports match would not know that Wang Er Mazi was dying at this moment.

Hong Qiling would not be even more interested in knowing what Wang Er Mazi was still thinking about now.

… Finding someone under Park Hwan Tae, I was given such an important task.

Let me go and connect with Balotelli! The other party is the famous king of the American Federation!

What are Elder Park's plans? I also want to develop and transform into the e-sports circle!? Could this be the clue to his re-emergence?

Wang Er Mazi's thinking is coming to an end.

He thought that Park Huantae's plan was not important to him, and he should have been a little happy - the other party gave him such an important task, but he probably didn't expect him to pay attention to it at all.

It's like a painting idiot who has been robbed of his most beloved painting, perhaps from the moment he was cut down by Liu Xiaobao, Wang Ermazi, who has no dreams, has only one obsession left in his heart.

This obsession is infinitely magnified at the moment, but it is getting farther and farther away from him.

You can't let me watch and watch from afar anymore.

All I can do is just wait and strategize, maybe one day Park Hwan Tae will compete with that little bastard who cut me down on my design?

Will I salted fish turn over? It's not necessarily what I want.

As I handed to Park Hwan Tae, I just want to get you!

And then, what will happen next...

… Maybe it's really not later, my head hurts, and every inch of flesh and blood seems to be burning.

Drink a luxurious glass of 100-proof alcohol and take a bath in 100-degree boiling water.

'Bang', like the sound of a ball deflated, my heart is also leaking...

Like being slashed by countless knives of different styles but all deadly, no matter how strange the resentment is, Wang Er Mazi finally stopped breathing.

The moment every living being comes to the end of a path, there are always countless things that come to mind in an instant.

As if the end was no longer the end.

In fact, there is this life, and there will be a past life and reincarnation.

Maybe life has no end, but after thinking about it a lot, Wang Er Mazi's life has come to an end.

Can't hear it, can't say it, sweet dreams will make people refuse to wake up, and the attachment to life will make people unwilling to die.

Death is not the end, maybe it's just the beginning - just like the road that Wang Er Mazi walked when he came, the end is not necessarily the end.

How far a person can go on a road is predestined or made by himself.

The silence in the air can't hide the smell of the room.

The small room with the dead lights on and the smell of decaying damp floats has two doors.

I don't know where the other door is for the time being, but the existence of the other door is enough to prove that this is not the end of the road that Wang Er Mazi thinks.

Wang Er Mazi didn't have a chance to push open the other door, in addition to him who had already died and fallen to the ground, there were also a man and a woman in the room.

To be exact, a burly old man with gray hair and a little girl half the size of a piece.

The little girl is very good-looking, and when she looks at the light to see the ubiquitous twist of Wang Ermazi's whole body that falls to the ground, she can only hug the thigh of the burly old man next to her.

"Don't be afraid of the child, he's dead." Although it was a little itchy and crispy by the little girl's abrupt hug, the burly old man was still extremely calm and confirmed the facts in front of him to the little girl again.

After two minutes, the little girl walked up with courage and timidly kicked Wang Ermazi twice.

Sure that this person was really dead as the old man said, the little girl was a little unhappy, and said with a pout, "Grandpa Park, what's the situation?" This melon baby is dead! He didn't make it clear what Yang Yue and Balotelli had planned! ”

As soon as the little girl opened her mouth, her mouth was full of Sichuan flavor, and she was dressed like a little adult, but she couldn't jump out of her own extremely naïve thinking, who else could she be if she wasn't the eccentric Xiao Yue'er.

She should have been busy with her phoenix sister in the Internet café in the ghost city, and she should never have appeared here.

But she just appeared here, so unreasonable, as if the death that had just befallen Wang Er Mazi's head, it would make people very unpredictable in a hurry.

"How could he say what he didn't know."

The scene in front of her was very cruel, seeing Xiao Yue'er, who was as big as her own little granddaughter, Park Huan Tae endured compassion and once again dug up the facts, since she had come, these were all things she had to face, and it was just a beginning.

Xiao Yue'er was no longer so scared at this time, thinking about why she came here, she said with some concern, "Then what to do, Balotelli seems to be a little crooked (the meaning of fierceness can be understood here as difficult to deal with. Oh! Wang Ermazi can't get such a fierce person as him! ”

In all fairness, Xiao Yue'er also thinks that Wang Er Mazi's story is very exciting, but what makes her feel that it is a pity that the story he tells is not as simple and easy to understand as a bedtime fairy tale.

Xiao Yue'er, who has seen a lot of fairy tales in the past, listened to the story told by Wang Er Mazi completely, but still couldn't figure out the twists and turns.

Based on her life experience, it is understandable that she will recognize Wang Er Mazi as the existence at the top of the food chain.

Park Huantai didn't know Xiao Yue'er yet, so the old man seemed a little speechless.

Phoenix would let such a child who had not yet woken up to connect with him, which he never expected.

Time can change a lot of things, he hasn't seen Phoenix in ten years, and he hasn't heard anything about her in ten years.

But as long as he was alive, as long as he wasn't old and confused, he wouldn't have the slightest doubt about the princess-like little girl's decision.

No matter how ignorant the little girl in front of her is, she also sent her, so there must be a reason for her.

Thinking like this, Park Huantai patiently explained to Xiao Yue'er, "In the final analysis, Wang Er Mazi is at best a little street fighter who collects protection money, and he can be compared to Balotelli!" ”

Xiao Yue'er nodded again and again, of course the old man would think that she understood, and continued to say to herself: "The uncrowned agent king of the American Federation who tried in vain to kidnap him, to be honest, he is so stupid that I am really amazed!" It was really an honor for him to die at the hands of Balotelli with such a good character. ”