Just after eating Xuebao's supper that stayed up all night cooking, Zhang Ruoyu picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, and replied with a text message: "Why are you messing with him?" ”

"I didn't mess with him, I messed with you, so your father was unhappy and troubled me." Yue Qinghua said very straightforwardly.

"Isn't it rude for you to look for me?" Brother Zhang replied.

"I know, so I called you Brother Beizi to open, just hoping that you have a lot of adults, don't worry about me. You're Zhang Xiangbei, you don't have any demeanor? Yue Qinghua glanced at the time, and in another twenty minutes, Jiang Ling was about to call him to pee again, and he was under a lot of pressure.

"When you say that, I don't seem to help you, and it seems that I am too small." Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of the bird's nest handed by Xuebao and rinsed his mouth.

"It doesn't exist."

Yue Qinghua replied to Brother Zhang: "Whether you pinch an ant to death or not, what does it have to do with the pattern?" Pinching to death is a happy enmity, it is the wind of a hero, and if you don't pinch it, you are a living Bodhisattva. ”

After reading the text message, Zhang Ruoyu frowned slightly: "You have this attitude, we can still have a drink at your second junior brother's wedding and eat melon seeds." ”

"Who's to say it isn't? My bowels are knotted with repentance. "Yue Qinghua is a thief who is fast.

"But I don't have his phone number." Zhang Ruoyu replied again.

"WeChat is fine." Yue Qinghua doesn't pick.

"WeChat doesn't either." Zhang Ruoyu replied.

"You two are father and son whose blood is thicker than water." Yue Qinghua also posted a shocked emoji. "How do you two usually get in touch?"

"No. I haven't seen him in almost thirty years. "Zhang Ruoyu sent a bloody knife." The next time I see him, I will see him with my sword. ”

"Don't, how can father and son have an overnight feud? Ling Zun hid in the dark, and he must have had a last resort. Yue Qinghua patiently advised.

"You obviously know that he is my father, and you are obviously a little jealous of my father, why do you dare to provoke me?" Zhang Ruoyu came to a soul question.

After reading the text message, Yue Qinghua discussed with He Tongxun for a long time, and then replied to Brother Zhang: "Why don't you say that you don't know each other?" ”

“6。”

Four o'clock in the morning.

Gangneung is here again.

The old rule is to call the two to get up and pee, then turn around and leave.

The senior brother also smelled the smell of barbecue on Gangneung's body.

The eighteen horsemen of Beimang must be hiding in Barbie Q, drinking, smoking, and torturing the famous knife gate.

"Brother Jiang, I'm really out of pee." He Tongxun explained with a sad face. "If you pee again, you'll have blood in the urine."

"Hold on." Jiang Ling said lightly.

One mouth, full of seafood flavor.

"We'll leave at eight."

With that, he pushed the door and walked out.

The two of them thought about it, their tense hearts had just relaxed a little, and Yue Qinghua, who was delicate, suddenly became worried: "Didn't he just say whether it was eight o'clock in the morning or eight o'clock in the evening?" ”

"It should be eight o'clock in the morning, right?" He Tongxun touched his shriveled stomach. "At eight o'clock in the evening, I have to pee clean all that bit of hydronephrosis."

Ding dong.

Yue Qinghua received a message from Brother Zhang.

"I said hello, and said I was leaving at seven o'clock."

Yue Qinghua's hands trembled, and thousands of emotions surged into his heart.

First of all, Brother Zhang didn't say whether it was seven o'clock in the morning or seven o'clock in the evening.

Secondly, Gangneung falsely preached the holy decree.

It is said that it is seven o'clock, and every minute and second is not seven.

Why do you say eight?

Bullying honest people?

In the end, should the senior brothers believe in Zhang Xiangbei or Jiangling?

Yue Qinghua has been immersed in martial arts for half his life, and he hasn't thought as much as he did tonight.

"Morning or night?" Yue Qinghua's hand trembled and sent a message.

"It should be morning, right?" Brother Zhang replied unconvinced.

Ma Meimei talks like running a train, the name is one a day, just listen to it, how dare Brother Zhang pack a ticket?

When the first rays of sunlight in the early morning diffused into the window, it sprinkled on Yue Qinghua's face, who had small eyes and freckles.

Yue Qinghua, who had just drunk two cups of tea and diuretic, greeted Jiangling at eight o'clock in the best condition.

If you stay up hard, people will be easily excited.

When Gangneung shouted to pee for the first time, he said hello, and he had to hear it, or he didn't count.

"I'm ready." Yue Qinghua was a little confused, rushed to the toilet, urinated hard in the obvious yellow urine, and then returned to the room in a trembling manner, almost demonstrating. "Loud enough, right?"

"Okay."

Jiang Ling opened Yue Qinghua, and after drinking a stomach of wine, he walked into the bathroom, and his urine was loud and urgent, and it lasted for half a minute.

Hearing this, Yue Qinghua was a little envious.

Hearing this, He Tongxun was a little afraid to go in to pee, and he felt a little inferior.

After the two of them finished urinating, Jiang Ling raised his eyes and glanced at Yue Qinghua, and asked lightly: "Do you think General Zhang has any obvious shortcomings in martial arts?" ”

"Huh?" Yue Qinghua's legs trembled, and the pain at the severed finger became even more intense.

"How's the fitness? What about an instant outbreak? Is he young and martial arts wise, isn't it almost meaningful? ”

Jiang Ling said with a calm face: "You have only injured a few fingers, and he may not have done his best, so you shouldn't know very well, just say a few words." ”

The corners of Yue Qinghua's mouth twitched.

He took a deep breath of cold air and said, "He's a good guy." ”

"I'm a piece of shit."

"I'm done."