"I exchanged fifty coins."

"Let's go, I'll take you to shoot."

The cart that left the song at night, she often came in her previous life, and her favorite thing was the machine here to fight zombies.

"Do you know how to play with guns?"

"A little."

Mo Bingyan was very modest, and Mu Yang said that the boss would not only play a little, but it was okay to shoot the gun with a head, but people were playing with real guns, not this kind of fake guns.

"Come on, you try."

Ye Lige handed him the gun, and then threw a coin, his face full of excitement: "You can start fighting in a while, hit those zombies, try to hit the head, you can score high." ”

"Hmm."

Mo Bingyan raised the gun and tried the feel, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly: "Understood." ”

"Cripple, can you see the big screen when you sit so low? Why don't you give us the spot? ”

A man and a woman walked over.

The man dyed his yellow hair, hooked up with his girlfriend in a small suspender cool suit, they just stared at Ye Lige and Mo Bingyan one was fat, the other was lame, and they looked like they were bullies, so they came over to grab the opportunity.

"The men in our family are much taller than you even when they sit, but you can't see it."

The night song is very poisonous, and it means something.

The yellow-haired man's face turned red with anger in an instant: "Are you a dead fat woman looking for a fight?" ”

"Say you're blind, you're really blind, it's you who is looking for the beater, don't get out, if you don't roll, I'll just press you to the ground and rub it, and make you cry and call your mother my grandmother."

Ye Lige's eyes flashed fiercely.

Mo Bingyan was the most taboo for others to call him lame, but this yellow-haired man committed a taboo.

"Damn!"

As expected from the night song.

The yellow-haired man roared angrily and slapped Ye Lige and waved it over, and in that instant, Ye Lige moved faster.

"Smack!"

A hard slap in the face.

"Smack!"

Kicked him the kneecap.

Everything was just in an instant, and Ye Lige returned to its original position and didn't seem to move, but the yellow-haired man had already fallen to the ground crying wolf, his face was red and swollen like a pig's head.

The slap of the night song is not light.

The kind that tried his best, the yellow-haired man's teeth were fanned out, and the worst was his knees, which were estimated to have broken bones and couldn't get up.

"You, you hit someone."

The coolly dressed girlfriend pointed at Ye Lige and screamed, and everyone around looked at her.

"How can I hit someone."

Ye Lige looked innocent, and pulled Mo Bingyan back slightly, this battle made the cool woman dumbfounded.

Security came.

The manager also came.

Before they could speak, Ye Lige complained first: "Uncle Li, this yellow-haired man wanted to hit me, and as soon as I dodged, he fell to the ground and swollen his face, and he refused to get up, I think he purely wanted to touch porcelain." ”

“……”

The corner of the cool woman's lips twitched, this fat woman is too bad, she can open her eyes and talk nonsense like this.

"She lied."

"She hit me."

When the yellow-haired man saw that his girlfriend didn't speak, he endured and shouted in pain.

The manager looked at Yelige, and then looked at the yellow hair lying on the ground, and subconsciously wanted to stand on Yelige's side, but the excuse of falling was too exaggerated, and no one believed it.

"What the hell is going on? He couldn't fall like this even if he fell. ”

"Really, it's that magical."

"He fell, that's it, it's probably damned."

Lige was still gloating at night, and the manager looked embarrassed: "Lige, this is too much to say, otherwise I will call the police, and you will talk to the police yourself." ”

"Okay, call the police."

The sly smile on Ye Lige's face was like a little fox who had done something bad and succeeded, and stretched out his hand to introduce her man: "Uncle Li, I forgot to introduce to you, this is my husband, Mr. Mo from Haicheng, have you heard of it?" That's him. ”

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo?"

The manager's eyes widened instantly, his face was full of disbelief, Mr. Mo actually came to their game hall to play games?

"Hello."

Mo Bingyan had no expression on his face, and his heart was very beautiful, and the woman called him husband again.

"Mr. Mo, I'm really sorry, it's my management mistake that bothered you to play the game, I'll clear the field, you play, keep playing, I'll let someone send coins over."

The manager gestured.

The two security guards immediately moved, picked up the yellow hair that screamed wow, and turned around and left.

Huang Mao's heart is bitter.

His face was swollen, and he was dragged and thrown directly outside the gate of Wanda Plaza, with a warning: "It's best not to provoke Mr. Mo again, otherwise he won't have good fruit to eat." ”

In the arcade.

Ye Lige harvested a large bucket of game currency, which was several thousand, and the manager said that it was not enough, just open his mouth and take it casually.

"I found out that your Mr. Mo's name is particularly useful, and he is simply as admired as the emperor."

Ye Lige is very good at talking.

In fact, it is scary, scary, who doesn't know how powerful Mr. Mo is, and it is a dead end to provoke him.

"What about you?"

Mo Bingyan looked at her, this woman didn't say admiration, she was not afraid of him.

"Hey, hey."

Ye Lige scratched his head embarrassedly: "Then of course I also admire and love more." ”

"You're my God."

"If something happens to you, it will mean that my sky will fall, and I won't even be able to live, and I will burp."

The night song is unconscious and chattering.

It was the first time Mo Bingyan heard her say this, and her heart was inexplicably touched.

"Do you remember when you were a kid and gave an orphan lollipop?"

Mo Bingyan asked tentatively.

Ye Lige was stunned: "Huh? I don't remember, I've given a lot of lollipops. ”

"No, you're still good friends with him."

Mo Bingyan looked at her, with a light in his dark eyes: "You said that you would be a good friend for life." ”

"Orphans?"

"I don't remember."

Ye Lige grinned: "I'm more forgetful, but seriously, I don't seem to have told anyone that I am a lifelong good friend, I have too few friends, if I say it, I will definitely remember." ”

"Hmm."

The light in Mo Bingyan's eyes dimmed, and he didn't say anything more, just took a gun and shot the zombies.

Gun headshots.

Ye Lige was dumbfounded: "You cow, you, didn't you say you haven't played?" ”

"Maybe it's just luck."

Mo Bingyan is super modest, and he doesn't believe it when he leaves the song, if he is lucky enough to shoot his head with a gun, then he will have more luck to explode.

"Eh, do you know how to spend so much in-game currency?"

"How?"

Mo Bingyan really didn't know, he hadn't played.

"Of course I'm going to play Mac, I used to want to play, but I didn't have so many game coins, so I couldn't be a tyrant."

Ye Lige excitedly pushed Mo Bingyan to find the Macinto.

That row used to be full.

Many people were watching, and those local tyrants threw money into it with game coins, as if the game currency didn't need money.

"Hit, hit!"

"Wow!"

The exclamation, accompanied by the sound of the game currency falling into the box underneath, is particularly exciting.

"You like this?"

Mo Bing asked the night song.

"Well, it's super exciting, isn't it?"

Yeli Ge smiled and was already eager to try, but no one was willing to get up yet.