Zi Mao didn't bother to get angry at him again, took the paper handed over by the old man, happened to see the three big characters of Yi Jin Jing on the cover, and couldn't help sneering, Zi Mao carefully looked at the Yi Jin Jing in his hand to pass the time, the picture and text on it are abundant, it seems that the average idiot can barely understand it, of course, it doesn't mean that he can understand the depth of the text above, Zi Mao turned a page with a pastime and practiced it very simply, it didn't take long for Zi Mao to feel a hot flow through the whole body, and then gathered in the dantian, My stomach is swelling even more than before. Purple hair has a strong urge to fart, but this fart is unstoppable, God blocks the collapse of the gods, and the Buddha blocks the strength of the Buddha, "Could it be that this Yijin Sutra is genuine?" Purple hair's face was flushed, and he resisted this impulse, for fear that he would not be able to retract his momentum and collapse this fart.

"Hehe, handsome guy, don't make me laugh, do you still believe in this deceitful child's thing, my family still has Ben Rulai's divine palm, the weasel bought it for five yuan, if there is really that so-called magic in the world, believe it or not, an American missile will immediately drop from the sky and kill me!"

Then there was a loud "boom", and I saw that the old man with a bare butt was blown into the air and hung on a big tree not far away, and it rained dung in the air. For a while, the stench filled the entire backstreet, and the entire toilet had been collapsed, and it seemed that the purple hair was still not contained. The originally bustling, chaotic backstreet instantly quieted down, I don't know what happened to the release, "Oh no, everyone hurry up, the American missile is coming!" The bare-bottomed old man shouted desperately at the crowd below.

"Run!" I don't know who came, and the backstreets immediately rioted, whether it was hawkers or students, things were thrown away, stalls were gone, and they fled in all directions. Brother Biao didn't know who knocked him down, so he woke up from his daydream, but looking at the pedestrians fleeing one after another, he was at a loss for a while, "What about my Yijin Sutra?" Brother Biao found that the Yi Jin Jing in his hand had long since disappeared, and hurriedly looked around, "Oops! Who stepped on my hand! Brother Biao suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain in his hand, just wanted to see who stepped on him, and he didn't know who kicked his head, in the face of this sudden chaos, Brother Biao couldn't help but have a term in his heart - stampede accident! Brother Biao was shocked when he thought of this, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, looking at the completely crazy back street, whether Yi Jinjing could find it was secondary, and it would be worthless to be trampled to death, so Brother Biao stood up with the pain, put the high math book that was just sandwiched in his armpit on his head, and joined the crowd of people fleeing frantically.

Of course, Rainbow Heaven looked at the situation in the backstreet, and it was even more inexplicable, the red hair hurriedly grabbed a person who was running away next to him and asked what happened, and the man replied tremblingly: "Escape, China and the United States are at war, and the American missiles have hit the backstreet, and the backstreet toilet has been blown up!" With that, the man broke free of the red-haired hand and fled. As soon as Lan Mao heard this, he quickly pulled out his legs and ran, and was immediately kicked to the ground by Red Hair, "Damn, what are you running!" If we weren't uneducated, we wouldn't have fallen to the point of being a ** in the backstreet, thinking that we were dignified seven-foot men, who used to have no way to serve the country, and now that the world war is imminent, how can we endure the blood in our hearts, brothers! Join the army and serve the country loyally! Monkey Fur threw the old hen in his hand, waved his fist, and said it passionately, so everyone squeezed out of the crowd with Red Fur and went to join the army.

Although everyone in the backstreet is crazy, an old man in the corner is calm, still sitting on a small stool, smoking leisurely with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at the riot scene in the backstreet, and even sneering from time to time, "Hey! Weasel, do you know where the nearest army is? Although the red hair said that he wanted to join the army, he didn't know where to go, and he happened to pass by here and saw the beautiful weasel and asked.

The weasel raised his head slightly, and the red hair fully realized the contempt in the weasel's eyes, but the red hair said in his heart: "When I fight bravely on the battlefield to kill the enemy, and my military achievements are prominent, I will return to my hometown at that time, and then I will ask you weasel to lick my shoes and watch the door for my house!" Thinking of this red hair, he couldn't help but smile, but in exchange for the weasel's contempt.

"The army? What are you looking for the army? The weasel replied in an old-fashioned manner. Don't you know, China and the United States are at war, and American missiles have blown up the toilets in the backstreets! Blue Fur replied first, "That's it! The weasel continued thoughtfully: "Then you go to the police station." ”

"The police station? Can I also sign up at the police station? ”

"Now that the national crisis is at the head, all the people are soldiers, and the police station is also responding to the current situation to facilitate the people!" The weasel shook his head after speaking, as if it were real.

When the red-haired heard the weasel say this, he waved his hand, "Brothers! Sign up at the police station! After speaking, the others rushed towards the police station with a rainbow of momentum, but the red hair still stopped in place, "I said weasel, China and the United States are at war, do you still have the heart to smoke with your old legs here?" ”

The weasel took another puff of cigarette and said slowly: "If the country lives and dies for profit, will it not be avoided because of misfortune and fortune." The red fur was confused when he heard this, but the blue fur not far away shouted to the red fur: "Boss, don't talk to this old guy!" Didn't he recite poetry in front of you to show that he despised you for being uneducated, and it was important to join the army to save the country! When the red hair heard this, he felt justified, glared at the weasel fiercely, and ran to the police station.

"Hundreds of millions of dollars of missiles from the United States hit our backstreet toilets? It's really rumors that aren't terrible, but idiots who take rumors seriously are the most terrible! The weasel looked at the rainbow heaven in the distance, and a group of people sighed and said slightly.

"Weasel! Did you see my boss? Purple Fur stood in front of the weasel in rags and dung at some point, and held a few pieces of wet yellow paper in his hand. The purple hair's cry startled the weasel, and he exclaimed in his heart, "What, there's another one?" "It seems that the weasel seems to be old, and his old eyes are dizzy, and he mistakenly thinks the six people just now for seven people.

"Hey, what about you! Did you see my boss! Purple hair was dressed like, and he spoke unceremoniously, and the contempt in the weasel's eyes was still undisguised, "You go to the Fourth Hospital (mental hospital) and wait for them, and there will be police to escort them over later." ”

"And the police escort? So upscale? Zi Mao touched his head and seemed a little puzzled, "Heroes of national salvation, this kind of treatment is a matter of course." Hurry up, maybe you can follow behind! The weasel couldn't help but smile when he said this, but the purple fur believed it and hurriedly ran towards the fourth courtyard.