"What the hell is that book? Why do so many people want to get it?"

"An exercise is said to be more powerful than that of the Xuanqing Palace, which can bring people back to life."

"When are you leaving?"

Wang Xu looked at the sky outside: "Early tomorrow morning." ”

"Would you like to hire me a young and beautiful nurse? The kind that is convex and backward. Yun Tian asked seriously.

In the public, Wang Xu is not very good at receiving this kind of slightly vulgar stalk, and his always shameless face actually has a shy expression, like a little lady who has been forced to a dead end by a bully, and most of the light is filtered out through the curtain, and the only few remaining wisps are sprinkled on his side face, reflecting the color of crimson.

He said uncomfortably, "It's good to have." ”

Yun Tian vaguely found the way to live in peace with this intellectual, and smiled happily: "When the matter is done, I will also open your eyes." ”

Yun Tian didn't know that Wang Xu was dressed as a man, thinking that he was an innocent little virgin.

"I think I should find you a mature woman, if you find a seventeen or eighteen, you two chant poetry against each other maybe the whole night will pass, or the big sister who goes straight to the point is more suitable for you, believe me, I don't cheat."

It seems that the pure lover will not be able to fall for a while, Wang Xu is too lazy to correct him, and out of thin air there is a sadness that no one knows me, shaking his head, and scolding with a smile: "Ridiculous." ”

He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and his movements were gentle, just like the princes and nobles in ancient times lifted the beaded curtain of the palace.

Yun Tian saw a very beautiful hand, slender and delicate, it didn't look like a man's, but it was a pity that his fingers were full of calluses, which was a little unsightly. Wang Xu is not a person on the road, he is nothing more than an extremely restless people's teacher, he can't even climb over the wall, and he can't even lift a weapon, Yuntian's initial judgment of him has long been overturned.

Since they can't hold weapons, what can these calluses do?

He couldn't figure it out.

The hand can betray a person, the color of the skin on the hand, the skin quality, whether there are small wounds, and a few scars that are too deep to disappear completely, these things that are difficult to hide can often become the key to judging a person's identity.

The sudden change in climate made Xu Zixian develop eczema, and the joints of his fingers were red and itchy, which was very uncomfortable.

"I came to Beijing from Hong Kong City, and I didn't want to talk about it if I didn't adapt to the water and soil, so I didn't want to wait until the second half of the night?"

He wiped his hands with a wet towel, eager to rub off another layer of skin on the back of his already red and swollen hands, enough to hold ten people in the hotel box, Xu Zixian sat on one of the chairs, left and right empty, but the retinue he brought from Hong Kong City filled the remaining small space.

Xu Zixian threw the towel on the dining table angrily, and more than a dozen big men were silent, and the waiter who wanted to squeeze in through the crack in the door with cold dishes was also afraid of harming the pond fish, and retreated silently with cold dishes.

Lao Xiao finished smoking the last cigarette outside the door, peeled off a green arrow, put it in his mouth and crunched it, and pestled the young man beside him: "What did he say?" ”

"The young master said that he came to Beijing from Hong Kong City, and he insisted on seeing the guest because he was not accustomed to the water and soil, but the guest never came, did he want the young master to wait until the second half of the night." , Lao Qi resignedly translated Xu Zixian's words.

Lao Xiao ate gum in a high-profile manner and patted Lao Qi's shoulder: "Qizai, lying is not a good habit." "Wonderful book

After witnessing the thaumaturgy of shrinking bones, Lao Qi was afraid of this person, and his title dropped from Lao Qi to Qi Zai, and those who didn't know thought it was the one raised by Xu Jiao.

He gritted his teeth and looked like a writhing that urged people to urinate: "Don't dare to deceive people, don't dare to deceive people..."

Old Xiao stared at the closed box door, his face was a little more playful, he turned his head, spit gum in the trash can, and never left the door.

"Boom"

Xu Zixian couldn't bear it anymore and smashed a cup.

This has to be placed in the old society, a room of people have to kneel without discussion, although the bodyguards are still standing, but they exchange a look of impending disaster.

Xu Zixian scolded in a voice that no one could hear.

Don't blame him for being irritable, it's really that the guest who asked him didn't believe his words, and clearly explained that he met at seven o'clock in Baoyan Building, which was already ten o'clock and three o'clock, and the guest's hair hadn't been seen yet, and whoever encountered this kind of had to scold his mother.

At this moment when everyone was in danger, a cold wind suddenly poured in from outside the door, which shocked everyone's hearts.

Lao Xiao took off his jacket outside the door, shook off the snow on it, met the eyes of wariness or surprise, touched his beard, and asked with a smile: "The hot dish is served?" It's not cold yet. ”

Influenced by Hong Kong films, Xu Zixian feels that the underworld has to grow like Liu Qingyun and Huang Qiusheng, no matter how bad it is, it is Zeng Zhiwei, this uncle just entered the door and asked about hot dishes, what about the underworld? Where did this middle-aged uncle come from?

Lao Xiao was silent after asking about the hot dishes, and Xu Zixian had no choice but to ask Gangpu who was seriously off-track: "Who are you?" ”

"Xiao Jian." He reported to his home, "on behalf of the guest." ”

A flute and a sword go to the rivers and lakes, and a pot of wine is sorrowful for the ages. Lao Xiao has the same name as the happy Xiao Jian, and in order to avoid misunderstandings, he does not often report his full name.

Xu Zixian was born in country M, grew up in Gartby, and perfectly missed the whole Huanzhu Gege, so naturally he didn't think this name was special.

He nodded thoughtfully: "What about the guests?" ”

Lao Xiao sat down opposite Xu Zixian, across a whole round table, and his eyes were cold for a moment: "She is sick and can't come." ”

Without waiting for Xu Zixian to ask, Lao Xiao raised his chin and pointed at Qizai: "This is your person, right?" ”

The big man guarding the table looked Qizai up and down, and finally nodded affirmatively.

Xiao Jian habitually touched his mustache: "A Nanzhou man suddenly appeared there to solicit customers and spread rumors of hauntings, I will say that he is unusual." ”

He suddenly smiled jokingly: "But you guys chose Teci, I called a few brothers, and a little trick scared him, and I sneaked all the way to Beijing, and I asked him to do whatever he wanted, just like his grandson, and almost didn't call grandpa." ”

As soon as the words came out, the faces of everyone present were not very good, but Xiao Jian didn't realize it, laughed wickedly for a while, and then couldn't stop laughing, stuffed a chopstick cold dish into his mouth, and said to Xu Zixian vaguely: "If you want to take advantage of the unpreparedness of people and take a look at the treasure, I advise you not to waste this effort, all the funeral goods have been taken away, as for the book..."

He took a large number of chopsticks and vegetables, chewed them for a while, and finally put down the bowl, covered the coffin and said conclusively: "In whose hands, I don't need to say more." ”