/./ At this time I have been stopped by the traffic police. Watching the three traffic policemen walk towards me. I was thinking about what reason I was going to wait. But they looked at the license plate number of the car. Immediately took out a phone and said a few words. Then he immediately turned around and left. I was stunned. That's when it dawned on me. Wang Li is the big brother of the underworld. This car is his. The policemen just checked it. After knowing this, he naturally left immediately. I'm afraid of getting myself in trouble. I shook my head. Foot on the throttle. Rushed to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital. Run in. Look at the doctors who are yawning inside. I immediately pulled out my supernatural credentials for the Time Investigation Team. He said to them, "I'm a police officer. Now I have several colleagues who are injured. Give them to me right away."

The doctors didn't react at all when they saw me go in. But when I heard that I was a police officer, one by one it was like beating chicken blood. The spirit will come in a flash. Then I also pulled them to take Wang Li and the three of them into the blood transfusion that should be transfused. It's time for surgery. I was idle all at once. Came to the ward where Yi Xinxing was transfused. Leaning against the bedside. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

Let's be honest. I didn't know much about dreams since I graduated from college. Maybe it's really like Cui Zuofei said. We cultivators generally don't dream. The only two or three times I've had since graduated from college are dreams that predict the future. Some people may think it's good not to dream. As soon as I close my eyes, it will be dawn. Actually, that's not the case. It's really been a long time since I dreamed, and I miss the feeling of being able to travel the sky when I dream. I remember dreaming when I was a kid and wanted to fly. It is to be able to soar in the clouds and fog in dreams. But every time I fly into the air, I can't fly. Instead, it fell from high in the sky. Sometimes I urinate next to a lake or creek in my dreams. It's bedwetting. Speaking of which. In fact, a person's childhood dreams have a prophetic function. It's just that it was small at that time. Didn't even think about it.

The next day, it was shaken up by Cui Zuofei. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw myself lying on the edge of Yi Xinxing's bed. Seeing the bed empty. Yi Xinxing people are not there. But Cui Zuofei handed me a bowl of porridge on the side. I didn't even think about it after I took it. I picked it up and swallowed it in one bite. No way. I'm so hungry. I was so tired yesterday.

But as soon as I drank it, I spit it out. It's not a hot reason. It's that I feel like I'm not drinking porridge. It's his uncle's loneliness. Cui Zuofei is the eight lambs of the king. It seems that the price of salt has dropped again recently. I have at least five spoonfuls of salt in this small bowl. He dared to take out this porridge and give it to people to drink. And not afraid to poison people.

Cui Zuofei looked at me and vomited, and suddenly said a little angrily: "Dry quilt. I worked all morning to make it. You just threw up."

"I rub. You're ruining the rice by making porridge." I said without any politeness.

"No. After I made it out today, Wang Li and Huangpu Duan both said it was delicious." Cui Zuofei said with his head spared.

I felt a pang of contempt in my heart. Wang Li was obviously embarrassed to speak. And the Whampoa section when they were special forces. It is estimated that all small animals and insects have been eaten raw. Your porridge is more against the sky. But it's still within his means. Suddenly, I saw that Yi Xinxing was not on the bed, so I asked carefully: "Old Yi is not here, could it be your porridge that poisoned him to the operating room but washed his intestines?"

Cui Zuofei looked at me with a look of contempt and said, "Lao Yi, he likes it a lot. I swallowed a bowl in one go. Do you go to the toilet and rinse your mouth without eating?"

I looked at Cui Zuofei and sighed. I really don't know if he is naïve. Or should I say that he is innocent?

"Forget it. Cui Ge. We'll go out to dinner together. I invite you." I pulled out my wallet. Took a look. Still a little bit of money. Eating a bite should still be no problem.

"Cheng. Ha ha. I'm going to eat KFC." Cui Zuofei immediately said.

"Khan. Cui Ge. What are you doing with that? That's not going to be a nutritious thing. And he's going to die. You might as well drink your porridge." I said to Cui Zuofei. Actually, what I said is not unfounded. I remember going to eat KFC once before. At that time, KFC was going to make a rice bowl. What else do you say "mother's taste"? The comment that came back after eating was: Your mother's cooking tastes like this. Your mother just gave you that. Your mom is a stepmom. Gnaw your sister.

We were happy. It's not that we support domestic production. But I don't know why so many people like to eat these junk foods like KFC. Foods like KFC are junk food in the eyes of foreigners. But in China. One by one, they are regarded as treasures. I remember listening to a junior high school student say that I used to eat KFC every day. I didn't eat KFC for a day and was hungry and panicked. When I heard it, I felt that this guy was born decades earlier and was a Dong Cunrui. Guy who admires foreign flattery. Follow his words. He ate rice for more than ten years. Why don't you say you're hungry when you don't eat.

A lot of elementary school students nowadays. Middle school student. and even many college students. It's all like that. I always feel that foreign things are good. Go out with your friends. I always feel like I want to go to a foreign restaurant. But are those things really enough to eat according to the heart? That is, to pretend to be forced. Pretend to be a literary youth.

I just like to eat in Chinese restaurants anyway. Supporting domestic production is one thing. On the other hand, there is the problem of habit. I'm used to eating Chinese food. At least I won't be like some people. After eating Chinese food for more than ten years. Ate a Western meal or two. Or ate some junk food abroad. Immediately praise what Western food or those junk foods are delicious.

Some people talk about patriotism. However, in many ways, foreign things have been used. As far as I know. The Japanese have never used electrical appliances from other countries. All with their own country.

Ahem. Forget it, it's a bit far. At that time, anyway, after hearing that Cui Zuo was going to eat KFC, I immediately shook my head and said, "Forget it. Go eat that thing. It's better to starve."

"Haha. I know you kid doesn't like to eat those foreign things. Let's go down and eat jajangmyeon later." Cui Zuofei patted me on the shoulder and said.

At this time, Yi Xinxing also came out of the toilet. I could clearly see that Yi Xinxing's lips were already swollen. I don't know how many times he's brushed it. The porridge made by Cui Zuofei does taste a little infiltrating. We chatted with each other again. I put on my clothes and went out to eat. Yi Xinxing was very lightly injured. It's just that the capillaries of the skin are broken. It's not too serious. And Shi Zhenhang and Wang Li are serious. Both had lost a lot of blood. Now it's being observed.

151 Kanshu.com .