Le Xiaoyao left the team and completely lost hope in the battle with the orange network two days later, four to five is simply wishful thinking for a team like them, everyone was disheartened, and there was no training all day the next day, Zhang Xiaoying also returned to his parents' house to relax, Long Yutong and Lin Shan were trying to find a way to see if they could contact the people who could temporarily save the emergency, Shao Le also stayed at home, and he generally did not go out without summoning him, as if his father was hospitalized again.

Murong was alone in the crazy single row of passers-by at home, turning on the crazy killing mode, no matter whether he won or lost, as long as he killed and killed happily, he kept thinking about who he had offended, and he had invested so much money against them.

The only possibility is that Li Ziming has the deepest grudge against him when he came to Gangcheng No. 2 Middle School, but what he doesn't understand is that Li Ziming is just a high school student, how can he have so much energy, even if he has a strong background, but he won't even get involved in a game like the Intercity League for a little personal grudge, right?

As soon as he withdrew from a game, Murong heard a very rhythmic knock on the door, not slow, not fast, not slow, it seemed that every knock was so peaceful, Murong knew that this was her aunt coming, only she had this cultivation, Murong had rarely seen her aunt panic since she was sensible, and there seemed to be no difficulty that could make her sad.

Murong jumped up and hurriedly ran to open the door, sure enough, it was my aunt who came to the novels "One", "Ben", and "Reading", she was still so noble and elegant, with an extraordinary temperament, and her eyebrows revealed a deep wisdom about life.

"Auntie, why are you here?" Murong asked with a smile.

"Yo, why is the house so tidy now? Every time I came before, it was a mess, but this is when the sun hits the west and comes out? After Murong's aunt Hui Xinlan sat on the sofa, she was surprised to see that there were no dirty clothes on the sofa, and then turned her head to see that the floor was also clean, and the magazines and other magazines on the table were gone, and she couldn't help but feel very strange.

"Changed the evil and returned to the right!" Murong laughed dryly twice, covering up Zhang Xiaoying's traces.

"Do you know what day it is?" Hui Xinlan immediately returned to the topic, she stopped by here today to remind Murong.

"What day? Zodiac auspicious day? Murong asked strangely, yesterday the organizing committee of the competition announced that the suspension was for a good day, and today my aunt came over again and asked, is it really an auspicious day of the zodiac?

"What a mess, our Rong family doesn't believe in these things, today is your father's birthday, you know?" Hui Xinlan said softly, "It was your uncle who came here to remind me that no one can understand your father's temper, so it's useless for us to look for him, you can celebrate him on this birthday." I ordered all the cakes, and I will deliver them on time at 8 o'clock in the evening, so I hurried to find him, and came back for a birthday, and before I knew it, he was already forty-eight years old. ”

"Auntie, I don't have a birthday every year, why did you come here to remind me this year?" Murong asked puzzledly, in the past years, someone would remember the birthday of that year, even if it was his own.

"Today is a special day." Hui Xinlan said this sentence with a heavy heart, and left without explaining anything, seeing that there were some things that she didn't want to say or say.

After the aunt left, Murong felt that since today was his father's birthday, so many years had passed, only his mother would celebrate his birthday when he was alive, and then he never had it again after he died, but it seemed that he had never given his father a birthday, so let's make up for a birthday today.

Thinking of this, Murong hurriedly went out to find his father, his comings and goings were very regular, even if he lingered in those bars, he had already formed a habit, and Murong was also very easy to find him.

But today, when Murong stepped into a bar that he was familiar with, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

The bar was deserted today, with only a few people sitting and chatting, except, of course, the five people gathered around a table surrounded by a circle of sofas, playing a game of one foot of heaven and one foot of hell: fried golden!

Murong stood at the back and looked at a few of them, the one in charge of shuffling the cards was Xiao Gao, who often mingled in the bar, this kid was shrewd and capable, but his brain was not used on time, and he often gambled with people in the bar to make a living.

The other four who were playing were sitting on Xiao Gao's left hand side was Slender Qiang, of course, this was his nickname, as for what his real name was, no one seemed to know, because since Murong first stepped into the bar, others called this thin person who was almost the same as Slender Toutuo, and this was also an idle master.

On the left hand side of the thin and strong is a middle-aged man, with a fat body and neat clothes, at first glance, he is a successful person with a successful career and an extremely empty spiritual life, who comes to the bar to have some fun or excitement or something.

This kind of person is usually the target of people like Thin and Strong, and they are completely stimulated, but winning or losing thousands of dollars seems to be nothing painful for these middle-aged successful people.

That's how the world works, to each according to what he needs and to make the best use of it.

On the left hand side of the middle-aged man was a young man with a lewd appearance, when he saw that young man's eyes were red and his face was tense, Murong knew that he must have planted his heels, otherwise it wouldn't be like this, all the people who lost red eyes usually had this kind of expression, at this time they had entered the crazy world, and there was only the desire to win in their eyes.

But what puzzled Murong was how this guy could appear here at this time, and still gamble with others here, playing a game like fried golden flowers that can make people bankrupt.

To the left of the young man is a sloppy man full of alcohol, the man is squinting at this time and looking ahead, his eyes are empty, he doesn't know what he is looking at, let alone what he is thinking, Murong has lived by his side for sixteen years and he doesn't know how his slightly drunk eyes see obstacles on the ground all day, he is Murong's father, and it seems that he is also involved in this game of fried golden flowers.

What's going on?

In my memory, my father, although he hangs in bars all day long, has never gambled, and I have never heard of him gambling, why is he playing fried gold flowers with others now? Tricked into the game? It's impossible, he's a vagabond, who will hit his attention, those successful people are the targets of these gamblers.

There have been so many strange things that have happened recently, and Murong wonders if the end of the world is coming.

Otherwise, how could that guy who had been all day evil appear at the same table as his father?