The freshly fried chestnuts in the cauldron are still bursting, the owner of the dry goods store is still greeting customers, and there are a few young motorcycle riders on the side of the road showing off their skills, and the neon snow is like a mirror. The figure was like an arrow from a string, speeding forward, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of it. Rao is Ximen Jing has been fighting one after another recently, and his body's reaction ability has improved a lot, but he couldn't dodge, and he was hit by a figure that came in an instant.

A large bag of chestnuts flew into the air, falling like a rain of flowers in the sky, crackling like a hailstorm, rolling all over the ground. Ximen Jing didn't even have time to scream, he flew out upside down with a muffled snort, and lay straight on the snow and slid a few meters away.

"Ximen Qing!"

"Ximen Jing!"

"Brother!"

In the small shop opposite, the little hottie saw the scene across the street with sharp eyes, and ran out with an exclamation, and the others followed closely behind, running towards this side with shouts.

Qin Yun'er and the little hot girl stepped forward and back, holding Ximen Jing's arm. Wu Cong surrounded the perpetrators in the middle. The man put on an innocent look and stammered, "I, I, didn't mean to." ”

"Ximenqing, you, how are you?"

"It's okay, I can't die!" Ximen Jing jumped on his legs, and slowly stood up with his strength, only then did he see that the perpetrator was a twenty-eight year old, wearing a pink jacket, pink shoulders, pink trousers, a pink headband, and a skateboard girl wearing pink finger gloves, with black waterfall-like hair scattered on her shoulders and trembling slightly, and her pretty face with a little baby fat was frightened, as if she was also frightened. And the vehicle that caused the accident was the skateboard at her feet.

This girl and Qin Yun'er's little hot girl stand together, slightly more immature than the former, plump and mature than the latter. The two of them can be said to be that Chunlan and Qiuju are good at winning, and it is difficult to distinguish between fat and thin. What's different is that she doesn't seem to occupy the fireworks in the world, with a smell of vulgarity.

is also fat, born in the waist and abdomen, it is cumbersome and annoying, and moving a few inches up is a murder weapon, which will kill people. If the perpetrator is a big man today, he must have tasted the old punch at this moment. But in the face of such a girl, no one can have a seizure.

Even the victim Ximen Jing himself waved his hand and said it was okay. The angry little hottie stared at him.

The skateboarder apologized again and again, and also offered to pay for the medical expenses. Ximen Jing had a piece of skin on his ankle, oozing some blood, and he didn't hurt at all in other places when he wore it in winter, and he didn't want to be embarrassed for this girl, so he waved his hand and said forget it. They were carried back to the shop by Wu Cong.

The little hot girl glared at the skateboard girl fiercely, and shouted at Ximen Jing's back: "Hey, don't want these chestnuts, waste food." "She has a strict family education, and Old Man Zhao is from a peasant family, so she hates wasting food.

Qin Yun'er and Wang Shan were already squatting on the ground and began to pick up those chestnuts. Chestnuts were scattered all over the street, many of them were crushed by passing vehicles and pedestrians, and they each picked up a small handful of clean and intact ones, and Shi Shiran returned to the shop. As soon as I entered the door, I heard Xia Zheteng complaining: "Ximen, you are looking at the people who are running for three, and you are not careful to cross the road, and you can be hit by a skateboard, hey, I think you are looking at other girls, and you deliberately touch porcelain." ”

Wu Cong was squatting on the ground, examining his wound, looked up and said, "It's okay, take iodophor to clear the debridement, just put a band-aid on it, but what Lao Xia said is reasonable, how can you let the skateboard knock it down, this is a bit evil, you really like someone?"

Qin, Zhao, Wang, as soon as the servants entered the door, Wu Cong hurriedly stopped his mouth. Ximen Jing wanted to argue speechlessly, and wanted to say that the other party came too fast, and he couldn't hide his ears, but he was also a practitioner, and the tip of the knife and gun rolled over a few times, and he couldn't even avoid a skateboarding girl, so he really couldn't say it.

Across the street, the skateboarder girl sped away on her skateboard, humming a song playfully, like a spring breeze, adding a scenery to the night. On the street, she stopped, picked up the skateboard on her toes, picked it in her hand, wiped her fingers over the edge of the skateboard, and brought down a touch of red on her fingertips, which was the blood that had just been rubbed off Ximenjing's feet.

"Got it?"

"Well, this guy thought it was an accident, hehe. "The skateboard girl has a clever smile and is like a naughty cartoon character.

Opposite her, there stood a woman in a black OL suit in her twenties, who took out a small bottle from her pocket, gently scraped the blood stains with a cotton swab, carefully put it into the bottle, and said, "Let's go, it's winter, the old lady is about to freeze." ”

A royal blue Bentley elegant, parked on the side of the road, OL woman, opened the door and entered the cab. The skateboard girl, holding the skateboard, got into the back seat.

Bentley walked through the streets, under the flashing neon light, and drove off into the distance, followed by a few motorcyclists on the side of the road, with the side guards.

"How's that guy?" asked the OL woman with her hands on the steering wheel, looking up at the girl in the rearview mirror.

The skateboard girl lowered her head and wiped the skateboard with a white cloth, and said excitedly: "Hey, it's too weak, it's more than twenty, and I haven't even opened the three levels. ”

The OL woman was surprised: "No, the boss is old, and his eyesight won't decline so quickly." ”

"He didn't even see through my realm, Sister Lily!"

"Hey, the boss's move must have a deep meaning, let's wait and see, if this person is really like this, then, that bit of blood will be useful, anyway, the old lady will never watch you enter the fire pit. ”

"Hey, Sister Lily is the best to me, no one can repay me, go back and cook blood swallow porridge for you to drink. ”

Bentley elegance and motorcycle riders disappeared into the night.

At this time, in the LC area of Yuncheng, there were three white sand sticks outside the gate of Yangzhong's house, a string of white paper flowers was picked on the bamboo pole, and two white lanterns were hung on the gate with the word 'lay'.

The original flowers and flower pots in the courtyard have been moved to the corner of the wall, vacating the entire patio, building a high mourning shed, holding a wreath like a dense forest, overcrowded and crying shook the sky, and a gloomy cloud was bleak.

In the mourning shed, a photo of Yang Zhong is hung high, and a large coffin with vermilion lacquer is placed underneath. Xiaocheng, who was wearing linen and wearing filial piety and holding a mourning stick, knelt next to him and threw paper money into the brazier, and the other disciples knelt down and wept bitterly. There are two rows of circle chairs outside the mourning hall, and more than a dozen old people are sitting in danger, they are the elders of the Dixian Sect and the guests who came to mourn.

At this moment, the door was kicked open, and everyone looked up in surprise, only to see two young men, a man and a woman, coming in from outside the door. The men are suave and the women are charming and moving, which can be called a pair of beautiful people, but the murderous aura exuded by them makes people shudder.

"Who are you?" asked Hyo-sung holding a mourning stick, pointing at the two.

The young man glanced at the situation in the courtyard and said loudly, "Uncle Yang, he has died?"

Isn't this knowingly asking! Several of Yang Zhong's disciples shouted impatiently: "The hanger has arrived, please offer incense!"

The young man nodded silently, stepped forward quickly, saluted a stick of incense, turned to Xiaocheng and said, "Can you let me see my uncle's remains?"