At night, Lao Liang sat on the sofa and flipped through a photo album.

Inside are many old black-and-white photographs that are yellowed.

There is a feminine woman in many of the photos.

Even the photos of age and aging have not stopped her charming face from blooming.

Lao Liang stroked the photo, tears in his eyes.

Suddenly, the door rang again.

Lao Liang looked at the door and sat motionless on the sofa.

After a long time, the door was gently opened.

A man dressed in a black kaftan and gardener's top hat walked in.

He wore a black scarf and a pair of black round glasses, like a blind fortune-teller in the old society.

"It's presumptuous."

The man in the robe gave a strange smile, and the door behind him closed automatically.

The caftan walked into the room and sat down on the sofa opposite Lao Liang.

He lit a cigarette and said lightly:

"I don't know, how did Mr. Liang think about it?"

Lao Liang didn't speak.

But his hand stroking the photo began to tremble a little.

The caftan waited for a while, then laughed and said, "According to the rules, we generally don't kill. But I'm a person who hates trouble, so if I can block it, I'll be fast, otherwise I'll cut through the mess quickly. ”

"Then you're ready to do it." Lao Liang stared at him and said viciously.

The cheongsam laughed and said, "Bowing first and then soldiers is the most basic social skill, isn't it?" Mr. Liang, let's give us the phoenix bloodstone. We said okay, if you find out the news of your old lover, you will definitely come to the door to give back, we have always attached great importance to credibility in our industry. ”

Lao Liang sneered and said: "Forced to buy and sell, if you don't agree, you will be forced with your life, what's the use of only talking about credibility?" ”

The caftan does not speak.

He took another drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled some of the smoke.

"I'm sorry then." He said lightly.

The scarf of the long shirt was instantly untied from his neck and headed towards Lao Liang.

The scarf bound Lao Liang's neck and began to rise slowly, hanging Lao Liang in the air.

"Where's the Phoenix?" The long shirt looked at Lao Liang indifferently and struggled, and wrote lightly.

Lao Liang's face gradually turned purple.

Even so, he still didn't say anything.

The scarf restraint has become more and more powerful.

Lao Liang's neck even began to be strangled.

A ruler flew out of the wall.

The ruler was broken into nine knots and quickly cut towards the scarf.

Before he could react, he was kicked out.

He slammed into the TV stand, a little dazed.

Zuo Jing fell to the ground and jumped again.

She pulled hard, and the scarf that had been cut to pieces was completely torn.

Lao Liang fell to the ground, but he had already fainted.

Chang Yi stood up and watched the ruler fly back into Zuo Jing's hand, frowning slightly.

Zuo Jing looked at the caftan and said, "Grandma, a circle!" It's you bastard again! ”

She held up a ruler and slashed it, but was dodged by the cheongsam.

The cheongsam rushed to the door, but as soon as he opened the door, he was kicked in the chest by Zuo Kui and fell into the house.

Zuo Jing stepped on his chest and pressed a ruler against his throat.

"The road is narrow." Zuo Kui looked at him and said, "Now, can you tell us your name?" ”

The caftan lay on the ground, but he was not nervous at all.

He smiled, and suddenly turned into a black plume of smoke.

Zuo Jing was shocked and dispersed the black smoke.

When the black smoke cleared, the kaftan under her feet was gone.

She lifted her foot and saw a black paper-cut figure stepping under her feet.

(Tianjin)