Originally, the liver fire has been big recently, and I thought I could sleep well, but now I have lost the soup.

The more I sat on the ground, the more angry I became, and I even felt the urge to bite.

It is instinct to get angry, and it is the ability to suppress the fire.

Anger only blinds people, and I need to be calm.

In a way, this situation is the best for me.

In the past, I had all kinds of considerations, and I was inevitably afraid to do things.

Now, I'm alone, and I can completely let go of my hands and feet.

It's not me who is at fault, it's time to pay!

Before that, though, I decided to have a can-breaker.

Anyway, the master already has this virtue, and he doesn't care about deducting a black pot from his body again!

I found a few pieces of clothing, tore them into strips of cloth, and made a fire, and burned the sticks black.

I took a deep breath and wrote a few words on the strip of cloth: Chen Daya, I don't share the sky with you, an old horseman!

In the position of the payment, I deliberately wrote the two words Chen Qi very big.

Huang Bengui's nephew can't find me, so he will definitely go to the teahouse to make trouble.

The best way to protect Uncle Ya is to make me stand against him.

I want to tell the world that from now on, he and I will be enemies of life and death.

Only in this way can Uncle Ya be completely washed out.

I drove the car to the front of the teahouse, and the silence of yesterday had disappeared, and the hustle and bustle of the past gradually returned.

The road in front of the teahouse is not the main street in the first place, and there are very few cars coming in.

And Liang Hai's Mercedes-Benz is big and long, which is particularly eye-catching in this narrow street.

I deliberately sat in the car for a while, looking at it openly.

Seeing that the time was almost up, I unhurriedly got out of the car, deliberately detoured to the trunk, and took out the written words.

The banner was hung on the car by me, and those who were attracted by the car gradually turned their attention to the banner.

Like a hero, I enjoyed the strange stares of the people around me.

I don't know how Uncle Ya will feel when he sees these words.

Well......

I want him to believe that completely dying on me and not going to me is the greatest protection for each other.

As more and more people gathered around, I knew it was time for me to go.

Liang Hai's car was also thrown away by me, and I didn't have the money to refuel anyway, so this thing was also a burden to me.

Out of the crossing, there were several stalls selling clay figures and masks on the side of the road.

I looked around, picked up a Monkey King mask, and suddenly sighed in my heart.

Thinking that Sun Monkey, who was unable to defeat 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, went through hardships all the way, and finally became a fighting Buddha.

The original intention does not change, the great sage will last forever, that's it!

I took the mask and shook it at the boss, "How much?"

「30。」

"it." I looked at the boss in amazement, "Why don't you grab it?"

The boss rolled his eyes fiercely: "If you don't buy it, put it down!"

"Forget it, forget it."

I muttered, reluctantly pulling out the money, "Feelings are priceless."

Holding the mask, I silently said: Without money, I can't even protect my original intention.

I put the mask over my face, which attracted a lot of people's attention.

It doesn't matter, what I need is safety, what can I do if I am treated like a monkey?

Along the way, I quickened my pace and went straight to Liu Haigang's butcher's shop.

There is a wrong, and there is a debtor.

First, the tablet of the first year of junior high school has not been given to me, and second, if you treat me as a monkey, this account should be settled.

Liu Haigang's butcher shop is still lively, and the ruined façade has been renovated.

As soon as I entered, his eyes fell on me, and the hand that cut the meat stopped.

It's no wonder that a Monkey King popped up in broad daylight, and anyone who saw it thought it was mentally ill.

"Buying meat?"

Liu Haigang asked me suspiciously.

I pulled my jaw in hard, and there was a little saliva in my throat, "I want to make a bet with you."

Speaking in this way makes your voice old and hoarse.

This is the principle used in the voice change technique that I used to talk about.