The blue-haired man glanced at Duchamp from afar, took his plate, and walked towards Duchamp's table, ready to take a seat opposite Duchamp. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, there's already someone here." Duchamp had food in his mouth and vaguely motioned for someone to leave, opposite Learmour's position.

"It's not empty now, when someone comes, let him sit next to him." The blue-haired man sat down, indicating that he didn't mind at all.

Duchamp glared at the blue-haired man fiercely, took the toothpick, and continued to deal with the stock on the plate.

"Hey, how can you use a toothpick to eat crabs!" The diner on the opposite side tapped the edge of Duchamp's plate with a fork.

"How do you eat that?" Duchamp looked up and asked in surprise.

The blue-haired man smiled as he had succeeded in his treacherous plan.

"Of course it is." As he spoke, he took a fat crab leg from Duchamp's plate very naturally, easily removed the shell with his bare hands, extracted the whole crab meat, and threw it into his mouth.

"It's a technical job!" Duchamp muttered, trying to disassemble the crab in his hand in the same way, and the blue-haired man finished eating one, and then took another crab leg from his plate, demonstrating the correct way to eat the crab again.

After throwing the crab meat into his mouth again, the blue-haired man asked, "You can't do such a simple technique as dismantling crabs, you are not a native of Zhulai, right?" ”

"I'm from Pvenis, and we don't have crabs there." Duchamp said in frustration that he tried and tried, and found that he really had no talent in the matter of dismantling crabs.

"I'm from Gatapunia!" The blue-haired man glanced at Duchamp's unconcealed rudeness and nodded thoughtfully.

"Why, what do you have to say about Gatapunia?" Du Shang glared at the blue-haired man fiercely, and then, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the data fed back from the detection skill showed that this person was an eighth-order martial artist.

"I heard that there is a shortage of food over there, so it's understandable that you're so choked, little brother." The blue-haired man seized the opportunity of Duchamp being swallowing food and came up with such a sentence. Duchamp was choked and frantically grabbed Olivier's glass.

"This handsome guy, since the local prices are so low, why should he have a soft spot for the food on other people's plates!" Olivier took over the topic in time, and with an impeccable demeanor and posture, he gently picked up the food on the plate with his fork and brought it to his mouth, his eyes staring at the two people next to him who were eating with their bare hands, his face full of superiority.

The blue-haired man smiled while smoothly dismantling the crab legs, "Where, I'm serving others." As he spoke, he put the dismantled crab leg back on Duchamp's plate, stretched out his hand stained with juice, and stretched it out towards Olivier: "This little brother's demeanor is really impeccable, and it makes people yearn for it at first sight." ”

Olivier did not fall for this, but deftly shrank back, moved his chair to the side, shook his forehead, and said proudly: "Of course, as long as I am Olivier, I can overshadow everyone else." ”

He stared at the blue-haired man, and his mouth let out a voice of admiration: "Oh, your demeanor is also very admirable, in addition to this hand juice, it looks like you grew up in a family of generations of nobles, received a good upbringing since childhood, and now holds authority, only such a person can be rich in such a bearing." ”

The blue-haired man didn't expect Olivier to say this, he was stunned for two seconds before he said: "I can't see that you are so wise, but you guessed wrong, I am an ordinary civilian, and I make a living by helping people collect some business information on weekdays, how can there be such a good thing as holding power as you said." ”

"Yes!" Olivier had a look of 'I don't believe it at all'.

"But this little brother, you seem to be graceful, your words and deeds are free and easy, at first glance, you were born in a rich and noble family, and your life is completely free of troubles and pressures." The blue-haired man fought back with a smile.

"Well, you are so wrong, I am a wanderer, who lives on the help of friends, and now I don't even have money in my pocket for a meal. But I'm carefree, carefree, and always casual, so you guessed the same. Olivier said as he posed in what he thought was free.

After a few more in-depth discussions with Olivier, the blue-haired man found that he had completely found the wrong interlocutor, although the young man in front of him was gorgeously dressed and brightly dressed, but he was completely funny, he quietly said a few perfunctory words, and changed the interlocutor.

"This handsome guy doesn't look like an ordinary person, with the might of a soldier in his eyebrows and eyes, and an innate sense of responsibility in his temperament.

Mura was stunned, he didn't expect this stranger to tease him. Before he could come up with a countermeasure, Duchamp had already made some noise with a fork next to him, indicating that he was still there. He stretched his neck extremely funny, and said with great disgust: "I heard you two pretend to be divination immortals to each other just now, then you can count it for me, it's accurate, even if you are the number one person, I will call you big brother in the future." As he spoke, he raised his head flirtatiously and looked up to the sky at a forty-five degree angle, waiting for the blue-haired man's response.

Duchamp thought triumphantly in his heart, brother fell from the sky, relying on the cover of the illusory tree, only half of the strength can be revealed, if you can calculate accurately, then unless it is not a human being, it is a god, and it is not a loss to call you a big brother.

The blue-haired man glanced at Du Shang, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "You are very smart and lucky, and you are used to taking shortcuts on weekdays." You must know that the most taboo thing for smart people is to take shortcuts, so you will not be able to show your talent, you will not be able to exercise your real strength, and you will never be able to become a real strongman. ”

When Du Shang heard this, it was like being pricked by a needle, and he thought weakly: "Brother really loves to open the golden finger, and there is already a feeling that he can't stop, is this blue-haired man blinded or really has a set, yes, it must be blind." ”

He quickly persuaded himself, raised his head, and straightened his face: "What you said, basically every fortune teller will say it to the fortune teller, and the nonsense that is universally applicable is not counted." ”

The blue-haired man laughed: "Everyone in this world is different from everyone else, how can there be a one-size-fits-all fate. Don't worry, I didn't expect you to be the talk. ”

Duchamp couldn't stand this stimulation, he has always been a person who can take off his face and put it in his pocket at any time, and as soon as his face turned, he immediately changed to a dog-legged smile: "That's right, you are too accurate, I will call you brother in the future." Brother Lanmao, I also think that I am extremely talented and different, so how can I overcome this little problem, give full play to my immortal talent, and become a well-known powerhouse in the world? ”

The blue-haired man didn't expect Duchamp to step on the ladder, which was even more unexpected, and the 'blue-haired brother' sounded weird and awkward, he groaned in embarrassment for a long time, and said: "Since you have recognized your shortcomings, as long as you work hard to overcome them, becoming a strong man is naturally just around the corner." After finishing speaking, his heart was tired for a while, and he didn't realize that the attempt to approach this group of people just now had made Duchamp completely broken.

"It's not difficult to become a strong man, I'm already strong now, I can fight the gangsters on the street, but I still want to be a peerless powerhouse, that's the key!" Duchamp deliberately emphasized the word 'peerless'.

The blue-haired man showed a mocking expression on his face: "To become a peerless powerhouse, the key is to have a strong heart, as long as you think that you are a peerless powerhouse in your heart, and treat every opponent as a gangster on the street, you will not be far from a peerless powerhouse." After saying that, I couldn't help laughing.

Du Shang was stunned for a moment, leaned his face over, and asked cautiously: "Then if I think in my heart that I can defeat a seventh-order and eighth-order powerhouse with one punch, can I also do it?" ”

"Styri, what nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight! Also, this gentleman, you have taken my place. Everyone else at this table is my companion, can you get another table? After Learmor scolded Duchamp, he politely negotiated with Brother Lanmao.

"Oh, is that so? Sorry, I didn't notice that there were people sitting here. The blue-haired man glanced at Leermu a few times, looked at his appearance, and observed his breath, but he was just an ordinary person, and immediately got out of his place, picked up the plate, and ran to meet the newly baked crab.

Mulla muttered unconsciously, "This man is so strange! It always feels unusual. ”

"Of course, he is a master, and he can see through my weaknesses at a glance." Duchamp said with a smile and wrote an 'eight' on the table.

Mulla turned his head and glanced at the blue-haired brother, trying to lower his voice: "Really? ”

Duchamp nodded slightly.

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