The costume is resentful.

But now that he has killed someone, his anger has eased, and there is no threat.

"How did you do that?" Yan Lan withdrew her gaze.

"The male student named Yin Tinglun was very clever and asked us to get money from their sleeves when we performed in costumes."

Feng Xuanming continued: "Ticket holders will throw reward money to opera performers, maybe it is the paper money to be used. ”

[But this group of clothes is likely to attack us, I am more flexible, I will look for them, you help me stop them.] 】

Yin Tinglun propped up his courage, and his eyelids were still red:

[Although I'm afraid of snakes and timid, I won't hold everyone back. 】

"These clothes are really strangled with sleeves, like hanged ghosts."

Feng Xuanming smiled bitterly, "Then we wasted a lot of effort to get the paper money from them—there was a time when Fan Minghu was a few steps slower, and Yin Tinglun almost died, but I went to save it." ”

Yan Lan thought about it for a while before she faced it: Fan Minghu was the yellow hair who looked a little kidney-deficient.

Watch Patek Philippe, is a rich second generation.

[You did it on purpose! You want to kill me! Yin Tinglun covered his throat with severe pain and said angrily.

Fan Minghu roared back with a weak heart: [I'm just one step slower, who called you such a weak chicken!] Don't you know how long it will last?! 】

"And then?"

"Then we got two pieces of paper money with black dragons painted on them, thin, like the skin of flesh—these two on the stage."

Feng Xuanming wiped his face and said tiredly:

"Actually, there are three, but Fan Minghu hid one and was discovered by Yin Tinglun. Yin Tinglun had an argument with him and was pushed to the ground by Fan Minghu. ”

[You are a poor student who has not dried up, what is the value of living? Society doesn't need so many screws from you! 】

Fan Minghu clenched the three pieces of paper money in his hand and sneered:

[And you are a food delivery, two poor sour ghosts, phew! In the future, we will work to move bricks! 】

He squinted at Yin Tinglun on the ground and the delivery man next to him:

[It's better to wait for me to go out and arrange a good cemetery for you, people like you can't afford to buy a good cemetery after working all your life, hahahaha......]

Yin Tinglun was so angry that his hands trembled, and he suddenly pounced on Fan Minghu and pulled the "paper money" and threw it to Feng Xuanming.

Then he gritted his teeth, and in despair, almost tearing down his eyes and gritting his teeth, he tore off Fan Minghu's snake ring, and roared angrily:

[In the face of life and death, who do you think you are higher than?! 】

Yin Tinglun destroyed Fan Minghu's snake ring and was convicted of direct murder, and then his snake ring also exploded.

"I just, I don't understand......"

Feng Xuanming looked at Yan Lan, barely showing a smile that was more ugly than crying, he wanted to bite his lip but couldn't help choking, tears hit his hands full of coarse calluses and chilblains:

"You said this man is ...... Why do you even want to divide the rights of life and death into three, six, nine and so on? ”

Yan Lan was silent.

[…… I think of my dad, everyone, no culture, no ability, no pension, and he has been busy all his life to die]

[We don't know why, just look at his face that was blown to the wrinkled by the wind, and suddenly there is a kind of suffocation and discomfort of being choked by someone's neck, damn, I want to cry,!] ]

[I can't even afford the cemetery in the city, I'm afraid that before I sleep enough, the property rights will expire for 20 years and be dug up and lost, hahaha]

[Designated Tip Coin×6]

[It's not me pouring cold water, everyone, if you can't live, it's useless to reward more]

[Yes, the next stop is the Aquarium Museum, which is one of the three weird stories of a serious paradise]

"You just said," Yan Lan paused, "Yin Tinglun ruined Fan Minghu's snake ring?" ”

"Yes."

Feng Xuanming wiped away his tears and nodded, "Is there any problem?" ”

"Nope."

Yan Lan was silent for two seconds, took out the last wet towel and handed it to the crying middle-aged man, her voice low and peaceful:

"Wipe the blood and go to the museum as soon as possible."

With that, she got up and left.

……

Fang Shu watched Yan Lan open the curtain and come out, giving a questioning look.

"Don't you persuade?"

"What, I look like a success guru?"

Yan Lan glanced at him, "There was once someone who had no hope of life, and I 'snapped' to a hundred million, and now he is getting ahead?" ”

Magic: "......"

"No kidding."

Yan Lan laughed and walked west into the glass gallery: "Besides, I'm a poor ghost, is this 100 million a bank robbery, or a loan from a commercial bank in the underworld?" ”

"But," Fang Shu stepped forward to follow, hesitated for a moment, "or I ...... it."

"Why don't you go and pour chicken soup into someone's house?" Yan Lan interrupted helplessly, "Have you ever seen a live fish in a frying pot?" ”

"What?" Fang Shu was slightly stunned.

"The fish that fell into the hot oil, no matter how much it struggled and rolled, could not escape a bruise all over its body, and thousands of persuasions could not withstand the silent and dull gaze of the 'fish' when it was dying."

Yan Lan continued to walk forward, her voice slow and calm, transparent to the cold:

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. Some truths can only be tasted by yourself, and when you say it, it will become tasteless. ”

After all, that's the way the world is.

The ecology that tends to be inflammatory, and the spirit of materialism is lost, even if it is self-cultivation and escapism, she is good at being like her, and she was almost bent by a few taels of silver, and she lost her chic and free.

The magic was silent.

"Take the paper money."

Yan Lan suddenly raised her hand and threw it back, throwing the wet wipes wrapped in meat paper money to Fang Shu:

"Now all that's missing is sandalwood, which is the dragon's heart and bone incense on the ritual records."

She paused, and the tail tone dragged on a little lazily: "Have you read the Dharma record?" ”

"Looked."

Fang Shu nodded in his emotions and put things in his pocket, "I heard it has something to do with the big fish I caught, but the aquarium museum ......"

Yan Lan listened quietly, her eyes casually glanced at the glass beside her, and suddenly froze:

In the distance, the reservoir lit up, and the water weeds were wrapped in dense ......

Faces.