The eight-faced Buddha called first, and then sent an invitation, about a meal in Heshun's sincerity, which seemed extremely sincere. Watermark Ad Test Watermark Ad Test

The big red invitation card with a golden tail flock, like a phoenix about to soar into the sky.

The content is only written with the time and place, but the font is handwritten by a real person, and it seems that a calligrapher was also invited.

Qin Xianglin glanced at it lightly, burning it to light a cigarette.

I don't know why, but the cigarette lit by the invitation card tastes a little strange.

Inside the room. Zhong Jiahui is instructing Hu Bing to sit in basic training, and the strength of the waist and abdomen is the key to the explosiveness of the upper body.

Hu Bing is very weak, and he is not worth mentioning in front of Zhong Jiahui, but fortunately, he is young and everything is in time.

Qin Xianglin looked at the two words that did not burn completely. Holding the cigarette to his finger, he turned his head and asked Zhong Jiahui, "Someone has a treat, eat together?" “

Zhong Jiahui glanced at Qin Xianglin, "The person who invited you to dinner." You may not dare to invite me! “

"So, I'll take you with me!" Qin Xianglin replied.

"You know, low-key is the highest level of show-off!" Zhong Jiahui shook his head.

Qin Xianglin smiled faintly, "Anyway, you're everywhere!" “

Zhong Jiahui looked at Qin Xianglin and suddenly smiled, smiling meaningfully.

The party started at six o'clock in the afternoon, and Qin Xianglin took Hu Bing to go together.

The red carpet on the steps of Heshun stretches for ten meters down the street, and the flowers on the left and right are eclipsed.

The car stopped steadily in front of the red carpet, Hu Bing got out of the co-pilot, and trotted open the door for Qin Xianglin.

Then Qin Xianglin, who was dressed in a tuxedo, stepped on the arrogant red carpet in brand-new rocket leather shoes.

I tiptoed, but I felt that the red carpet was not strong enough, as if the bottom was not the ground, but a swamp or a deep pit, and if I was not careful, people could fall.

Qin Xianglin got out of the car and looked up at today's Heshun, in addition to flowers, there were also beautiful women on the left and right.

They were lined up on either side, standing straight and smiling, but smiling stiffly and unnaturally, like sculptures by clumsy craftsmen, and their ability to proceed from the sense of beauty, but the result was like a scary puppet in a rice field.

"Brother Man!" The round body of the eight-faced Buddha is dressed in Tang costumes, and its round and bright head is reflecting the light.

Jizo followed behind the Erawan Buddha, dressed in a quaint tunic suit, like a scholar from a hundred years ago.

The heavy palm of the eight-faced Buddha held Qin Xianglin's palm heavily, and his face was full of smiles.

Qin Xianglin nodded, walked on the red carpet, and walked up the stairs, as if stepping into a temple in the world.

The people in the clubhouse were lined up on both sides, waiting for Qin Xianglin's arrival.

A glance swept over, and there were smiles on everyone's faces.

The top of the long dining table was empty, waiting for the return of its king.

A camel is roasted on a large stove mountain in the middle, and the smell of the whole building is confused.

The manual workers who turn the baking are infinitely powerful. Shirtless, showing off all the tendon flesh of the body.

Qin Xianglin was invited to the waiting throne, as if a new king had ascended the throne.

Hu Bing followed behind Qin Xianglin, standing, enjoying the admiration of everyone.

Qin Xianglin suddenly put his legs on the long dining table, looking like a mad king, which made everyone in the audience happy and convinced.

Good for all the people who do that position, as it should be.

The meat that the camel is good to eat is a hump.

The roasted hump was pinkish-purple, and it was served in front of Qin Xianglin when it was baked from the Western Regions.

The fragrance was accompanied by heat, as if Qin Xianglin was going to be captured.

The eight-faced Buddha and Jizo lined up Qin Xianglin's left and right, smiling respectfully.

Qin Xianglin slowly picked up the knife and fork on the table, like a painter picking up a magic pen, which attracted everyone's attention.

Qin Xianglin is not very fluent in knives and forks, but he can always use them! Pinkish-purple meat. Tender and juicy, the taste must be excellent.

Qin Xianglin put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, but it was very fragrant, but Qin Xianglin didn't eat it, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and moved the plate to the front of the eight-faced Buddha.

"Buddha, you are a senior, I still understand this bit of Jianghu rules!" Qin Xianglin smiled faintly and looked at the face of the eight-faced Buddha. It's like looking at a person in a painting.

The smile on the eight-faced Buddha's face was a little stiff, and he said honestly and fearfully, "Brother Man, regardless of seniority or strength, Brother Man deserves it first!" “

Qin Xianglin nodded, recognized the truth of the eight-faced Buddha, and then said, "Then I'll give you this plate of good things!" “

The smile on the face of the eight-faced Buddha froze, like the sky and earth in the end of the world, suddenly turned into a giant quick-freezer.

Stiff laugh and won't move.

Jizo suddenly moved, and he picked up a gun, a cold pistol.

However, as soon as he held the gun firmly, he had an extra knife on his wrist.

It was the knife that Qin Xianglin used to cut camel meat before.

The tip of the knife was inserted into Jizo's wrist, and the handle of the knife was held in Qin Xianglin's hand.

Blood wet the gun with blood running down his wrist, like an avalanche of a mountain.

Jizo let out a terrible cry and fired a shot from his finger uncontrollably.

The shot hit a forty-five-degree angle and hit the man from the Western Regions who was roasting his camel.

His mountain-like body was full of tendons and flesh, and the huge energy supported his body and glanced back in Qin Xianglin's direction, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood soaked the red carpet, and blood couldn't even be as red as the red carpet on the ground.

Qin Xianglin learned Zhong Jiahui's tone, stood up and said, "A gun, it's not a decent thing!" “

Then he pulled out the knife in Jizo's hand, tightened his grip on Jizo's hand that held the gun, and aimed it at Jizo's chin.

He shot Jizo's hand and killed Jizo himself. The large chandelier in the center of Heshun suddenly shook.

When Qin Xianglin let go of his hidden hand, the eight-faced Buddha was already ten meters away, and there were twenty or thirty people standing neatly in front of him.

They are like a wall to protect the eight-faced Buddha behind them, as if they are not leaking.

"Qin Xianglin, you can't escape today!" The eight-faced Buddha hid behind Gao Qiang and shouted. The wall in front of him had an extra knife in his hand.

A knife in each hand.

The human wall has become a mountain of knives, with a little cold light, like a rare treasure that kills people on the mountain.

"I'm curious, what conditions did Lin Danfeng give you to kill me?" Qin Xianglin stood in front of the long table, his gaze penetrated the sword mountain, penetrated the human wall, and landed on the face of the eight-faced Buddha with unmistakable accuracy.

The fat on the face of the eight-faced Buddha trembled, and the horror in his heart was like ripples in a stinky pond on his face.

The eight-faced Buddha didn't know how to let Qin Xianglin know about this matter, but now that the matter is now, there is no need to be afraid of him.

"Easy!" The eight-faced Buddha pretended to be calm, and a fierce smile appeared on his face, "Ninety million, buy your head, don't you lose?" “

Qin Xianglin was slightly stunned, then nodded, "No loss!" It's eight figures! “

Qin Xianglin seems to agree with the eight-faced Buddha's view. Nod with strong confidence.

This point made the eight-faced Buddha tremble, why was he still afraid of Qin Xianglin?

The eight-faced Buddha wants to ask himself, wants to jump into his inner world, and has a negotiation.

Fear of Qin Xianglin has become the instinct of the eight-faced Buddha.

But. Thousands of troops, Qin Xianglin is only one person after all.

"Kill Qin Xianglin, 10 million!" The eight-faced Buddha was ruthless, he believed that the investment was for the return, and he believed that there would be a brave man under the reward

Kill Qin Xianglin. He still has 80 million.

The crowd was really in a commotion, ready to move.

But, why isn't Qin Xianglin afraid?

He stood there, with Hu Bing behind him, and on the wall was the most famous relief in Xizhou, where the gods descended.

Suddenly, the smell of charred camel meat came from the air, because the person who turned the barbecue had died under Jizo's gun.

Everything in the world is continuous, just like Qin Xianglin's calmness at this time. That's because of the figure outside the door.

On the red carpet, there was a person.

It's not just one person, it's him at the forefront.

"Ninety million, a big deal! Haha??"

The man smiled like a rugged man, and everyone looked back to see that he looked like a rugged man.

But no one dared to laugh, and there was not even room for imagination.

He strode in. In the mountain of knives composed of human walls, some people can no longer hold knives.

I don't know who it is, so I shouted in a trembling voice: "Boss Shen??"

Although, weapons fell all over the ground, and on the red carpet, there were more chaotic snow-white knives.

Shen Xiaoguo stood in the center. The people behind him were like water bursting their banks, overwhelming the sky.

This is the liveliest day of Heshun, and it will also be the last day of Heshun.

The eight-sided Buddha face is like ashes, and he has taken a wrong step after all. One thought becomes a god, one thought becomes a demon, and the iron chain of money pulls people's hearts badly.

"Eighth child, I remember I reminded you!" Shen Xiaoguo looked at the eight-faced Buddha, a pair of tiger eyes shone brightly, and the gaze from the god of death came, "This bowl of rice in the rivers and lakes, don't eat it if you don't have good teeth!" “

The eight-faced Buddha face is like dead ashes, he doesn't nod or shake his head, but the Buddha light is not there, and he still has the Buddha beads of pear blossom wood in his hand.

The shiny Buddha beads have been coiled for more than half a year. At this time, the eight-faced Buddha is more like a string of Buddha beads, waiting to be coiled.

"Not bad!" The eight-faced Buddha gave himself a slap in the face, very heavy and loud.

"It's useless!" Shen Xiaoguo seems to have penetrated everything in the heart of the eight-faced Buddha.

"It's really useless!" Qin Xianglin walked down from the long table, he stepped on the carpet under his feet, silently.

However, every footstep is like stepping on the heart of the eight-faced Buddha.

The eight-faced Buddha knew very well that when Qin Xianglin came to him, it was the time when death came.

It is a luxury to live, and the fire of hell is burning, like a great furnace for roasting camels.

The eight-faced Buddha looked at Qin Xianglin and wanted to ask the last question in his life:

"Qin Xianglin, how do you know about my plan with Lin Danfeng?"

Qin Xianglin looked at the eight-faced Buddha and said lightly: "I never believed you!" “

The eight-faced Buddha turned pale and nodded solemnly, "Brother Guo, you're right, this is the world of young people??"

Speaking of this, the eight-faced Buddha suddenly burst out laughing, and his laughter echoed throughout the seat, which would be his swan song, the last rampant of his half-life.

Laughter at the time of death!

"Boss Shen, for the sake of decades of friendship in the rivers and lakes, give my brother a refreshing look!"

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