Two men meet in a dark alley with no street lights.

During the day, at the mouth of this alley, there is often a middle-aged woman selling breakfast: tofu brain, fried dough sticks, white rice porridge, black rice porridge, cold skin, and steamed buns. There are not many guests, and it is okay to get past.

It's just that this alley is still very deserted and lonely, and not many people will walk through it. In fact, after passing through this alley, you will soon be able to reach the Huayuan community.

The person who is guarding here is naturally the angry Buddha Chen Xiaohua.

At the end of the alley, there were two more people standing, Scorpion and Liu Haoran.

The middle-aged man stuffed all the soybeans into his mouth, for fear that one would fall to the ground, and said vaguely: "Brother Qiang, I haven't wasted any food, the soybeans you gave me are the most delicious thing in the world, and I haven't quit yet." But I guess I'll be with you soon, and don't blame me for not telling you the whereabouts of the child, the old man said it at the beginning, and he can't let you know. ”

He pulled out a knife, all red, with a golden thread tied to the hilt, as sharp as the red blade.

Chen Xiaohua clutched the black dagger tightly in her hand, and her legs trembled slightly.

He was scared, and he was scared from the beginning. As soon as he was scared, his legs would tremble, and this problem had not been corrected, and he could not get rid of it.

When he killed his own master and killed the old man, he trembled even more than now.

The scorpion was very strange why Chen Xiaohua didn't run this time, the last time he met him, he escaped by such a despicable means as sprinkling lime.

"Scorpion, let's make a bet, I bet that Chen Xiaohua will kill the Flying Tiger." Liu Haoran leaned against the wall, his right index finger and thumb holding a seven-piece five-piece red tower mountain.

"I bet he won't run away this time." The scorpion said lightly.

The donkey's lips were not on the horse's mouth, Liu Haoran glared at the scorpion with his trademark slanted eyes, and said angrily: "You and the big-breasted sister are really a natural pair, when are you going to invite me to drink happy wine?" ”

The scorpion's face was a little hot with a rare feeling, but it should not be visible in the dark night, and he suddenly said cautiously: "I'm afraid of Xiao Fang, there may be no hope in this life." ”

Liu Haoran scolded with a smile: "Coward, are you still waiting for her to take the initiative like Sister Big Breasts?" I tell you, if you like someone, chase it, don't leave yourself regrets. I'm telling you, the big-breasted sister must be waiting for you to confess······ Forget it, for emotional idiots like you, it's a waste of saliva to say so much, and you don't have the guts to say it anyway. ”

The scorpion smiled, touched his head, and was a little embarrassed.

Liu Haoran glared angrily: "What's silly?" It's a shame that you're still the third killer in the world, and you don't have the guts at all. If I were you, the big-breasted sister would have been taken down by me a long time ago. ”

The scorpion asked, "How many girls have you chased?" ”

Liu Haoran said angrily: "You don't care about Lao Tzu's affairs, besides, I am so handsome, do I need to chase after me?" ”

At this moment, the Flying Tiger walked towards Chen Xiaohua and said, "It was this knife that cut off Brother Qiang's head, right?" ”

Chen Xiaohua swallowed her saliva and nodded: "I just want to live, don't force me." ”

"I want to know why I still believe you when I know that you killed Brother Qiang?" The Flying Tiger did not stop, and the golden silk thread attached to the crimson knife in his right hand was untied by him, and the bracer fell to the ground, along with the crimson knife.

He took out a machete from his bosom and said, "When I get home, I should kill you with this knife." ”

The scorpion at the end of the alley opened his eyes widening suddenly: "I bet that Chen Xiaohua will die." ”

Liu Haoran wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a long breath: "Very strong? ”

"It's not very strong, it's very strong!!" The scorpion raised his knee and drew the dagger from his shoe, "No. 1 in the world killer rankings." ”

Liu Haoran swallowed his saliva and gritted his teeth: "But I feel that Chen Xiaohua will still win." Let's bet, if you lose, you go to confess to the big-breasted sister, how about it? ”

"Okay." The scorpion bowed its back slightly.

Chen Xiaohua, the angry Buddha, did not run this time because he had nowhere to run.

The Flying Tiger attacked first, and the speed was as fast as the human body could reach.

However, at the moment when the Flying Tiger came over, Chen Xiaohua suddenly disappeared.

The Flying Tiger turned around by inertia, and the whole movement was only a few tenths of a second, but he still didn't see Chen Xiaohua's shadow.

Disappeared out of thin air······

At the end of the alley, Liu Haoran smiled and said, "You can go and confess." ”

The mysterious man who is number one in the world's killer list has appeared, and it turns out that he is the Flying Tiger. made the scorpion like a great enemy, but died in the hands of Chen Xiaohua, who was scared by the scorpion and ran away.

The scorpion rarely scolded: "Liu Haoran, you are a demon." Your appearance has upset all the balance, all the rules have to be rewritten, and ants can eat elephants. ”

Liu Haoran shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the community, and raised a middle finger with his back: "It's my business!" ”

Chen Xiaohua picked up the red knife with gold thread, and he felt as if he had seen it somewhere. But he didn't bother to think about it, because it was too brain-consuming. Now, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief that he won't die, at least not now.

The scorpion, who had never spoken much, had a bitter face at the moment and glared at Chen Xiaohua fiercely. If he lost, he was going to confess to Fang Yi, but he didn't dare.

Chen Xiaohua ignored the scorpion and laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

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The driver stayed where he was, and both packs of cigarettes were smoked.

A morning star hung in the eastern sky, and soon after, the white of the fish belly appeared, followed by layers of clouds of fish scales.

Slowly, the belly of the fish turned white, turned red, as red as blood. Then, it was ten thousand golden rays piercing the sky.

Horse Market, a new day begins.

The driver got into the car, rubbed his eyes, which were as red as the morning glow just now, and drove home.

No one will know about last night, and no one will talk about it again.

Those two people may only appear in dreams one night when he is drunk, and as for life, they have never crossed paths.

It's true that they were brothers, but they never made a phone call, never had any contact.

It's true that they never get in touch, but when he comes back from Africa, he's just a phone call away.

The three brothers who grew up together with the poor jingle bell bare butt embarked on two diametrically opposed paths.

He was the youngest, and he caught up with another opportunity, studied a little, and was lucky enough to enter the provincial government, and now he is a member of the new province.

When he got home and saw his wife, he hugged his wife, who was not pretty, tightly in his arms and smiled happily. A pair of children are going to college in other places, and he is very satisfied.

It's just that in the future, no one will call him a little wolf again.