Xue Yang's headache still didn't get any better, but after falling and standing up inexplicably for the first time, Xue Yang tried several more times and achieved the same effect.

Now he is like a tumbler, although it is very interesting, but this sudden change also makes Xue Yang quite puzzled.

In Dragon Fist and Dragon Resistant, there is never such a move.

This kind of action feels like a person who will unconsciously step out of his feet to stabilize the balance of his body when he falls, and Xue Yang's body reaction is completely unconscious.

Of course, if he really wanted to fall to the ground by himself, he could still do it, as long as he was more determined.

Faced with this strange situation, Xue Yang endured his headache-splitting head, trying to get the answer in his own memory, but he got nothing.

Unlike dragon mastery and dragon fist that had left a clear mark on his mind, this strange form seemed to only flash out like an inspiration in his mind when he encountered similar dangers, and it was fleeting and unpredictable.

Xue Yang suddenly thought of the old man who forced him to drink, when he was competing with the old wine to grab the gourd, the wine gourd swayed back and forth in the old wine's hand, it was clear that there were several times in Xue Yang's opinion, the old wine must not be able to grasp the gourd, but the wine gourd seemed to be coated with glue, and it was stuck to the old wine's hand.

This also led to Xue Yang's final defeat at the hands of an old man.

Of course, the old wine's hands are not really coated with glue, it must be some special mental method that has contributed to this mysterious technique.

Combined with the situation of Jiu Lao's control of the gourd, and then looking at himself, Xue Yang suddenly understood something, all the mysteries were definitely in Jiu Lao's bottle of gourd.

Strong wine is not just wine, it may be some kind of panacea.

Thinking of this, Xue Yang hurriedly put on his clothes and prepared to go out.

He kept kneading his head with both hands, trying to alleviate some of the headaches, but it only made them clearer.

Xue Yang staggered downstairs and walked outside, this time he didn't listen to the proprietress worries and obstacles, ran out of the store directly, and then called a taxi and rushed towards the jade market.

After arriving at the jade market, I wanted to come to the place where I drank yesterday, but there was no old man here.

Xue Yang almost doubted that he had a dream to make the things in his memory so absurd, but his own situation proved that this was true.

He also sat in the same posture as Jiu Lao sat yesterday, trying to feel something from this angle, but for a long time, he didn't feel anything else at all except feeling dizzy or dizzy.

At this time, Xing Lele called.

"Brother Xue Yang, I have news of Mr. Three now, and now Mr. Nine is also in this place, if you don't have anything, come here quickly."

Xue Yang patted his head, and then remembered that he had asked Xing Lele for something, and when Xing Lele found Mr. Three, he must inform him immediately.

After all, Mr. Three was the most important figure in the activities of the Hundred Ghost Line against the Deep Sea Group, and even if Mr. Eight was beaten like that last time, he didn't get much useful information.

Xue Yang didn't stop much, he had been waiting for the information of Mr. Three for the past few days, and if he couldn't find Mr. San's words, then Xue Yang's plan for him was just his own speculation.

Now that he had received Mr. San's information, he directly stopped a taxi and rushed in the direction where Xing Lele was.

Walking into the small alley and coming to the hut that was quite familiar before, Xue Yang took a deep breath and then spit it all out.

He wanted to use this method to make his body a little lighter, but this was undoubtedly covering his ears.

After entering the two doors, he walked over directly with a smile, put two servings of roasted sweet potatoes on the table and said, "I don't know if you gods who don't stick to the ground are not interested in roasted sweet potatoes." ”

When he said this, Xue Yang wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, the corners of his mouth were still stained with some yellow and black things, and it looked like he had eliminated a piece of roasted sweet potato just now.

After all, because of drunkenness, he has eaten a lot less food in the past two days, and Xue Yang is a little sober at this time, and he is interested in this roasted sweet potato.

Faced with such a meeting gift, Gao Mingjie just frowned and said, "This kind of thing is not hygienic at all, I don't want to eat it." ”

Just when Xue Yang smiled happily, he was about to take back his roasted sweet potatoes and strive to eat two more pieces, but Xing Lele was one step faster than her.

At this time, Xing Lele was happily holding two pieces of roasted sweet potatoes directly, and said happily: "Now I don't know why I have to build a civilized city, I walked several streets, but I didn't find a one that sells roasted sweet potatoes, and I can finally eat it today." ”

The roasted sweet potatoes were gone, Xue Yang couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken, but seeing that Xing Lele seemed to have a soft spot for roasted sweet potatoes, he also smiled and said: "I didn't expect that such a smart and capable Mr. Ten couldn't even find a place to sell roasted sweet potatoes, these uncles and aunts who roasted sweet potatoes have long been chased by the city management, of course they can't be found on the street, you have to find a small street with a lot of people and a little mess." ”

Xing Lele kept patting the roasted sweet potato with her hand, it seemed to be a little hot, and after she tried to bite it, she found that the temperature of the roasted sweet potato was beyond the capacity of her cherry mouth, and she quickly let go of her mouth.

Seeing that Xing Lele made such a big move, and only took such a small bite, Xue Yang couldn't help but sigh, who would have thought that a girl who would have to make a million shots would not be calm in the face of a piece of roasted sweet potatoes now.

Ignoring Xing Lele's embarrassment that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, Xue Yang directly mentioned the topic.

"It seems that this third gentleman really came and went without a trace, even you people from the same organization have to spend so long to find him."

When he spoke, Xue Yang deliberately blocked his mouth with one hand, so that the alcohol on his body would not be disliked by these two big shots.

However, it seems that Xue Yang is too worried, whether it is Gao Mingjie or Xing Lele, he doesn't mind at all.

When he said this, Xue Yang pinched his fingers and calculated, he had been waiting for at least four or five days.

But Xing Lele and Lao Jiu both smiled awkwardly after looking at each other, and finally Xing Lele said: "Actually, this time it was not we who took the initiative to find Mr. Three, but Mr. Three wanted to find you." ”

Hearing this, Xue Yang took a deep breath, and then spit it out gently.

He was really taken aback by Xing Lele's words.

If the two people in front of him are big shots, then Mr. Three, who can make the entire Deep Sea Group scramble to such a point, is even more of a big man among big shots.

It's just that such a person, why would he look for himself, does he know that he is trying to find him?

Xue Yang's thoughts jumped quickly, and in this moment, all kinds of possibilities flashed through his mind.

Seeing that Xue Yang's face seemed to be a little nervous, Xing Lele said with a smile after taking two bites of roasted sweet potatoes: "You are now a member of the Hundred Ghost Lines, so you don't have to be too afraid of Mr. Three now, after all, according to the rules, he can't do too much to you, at most like you did to Mr. Eight." ”

When Xing Lele said this, she covered her mouth and laughed, looking quite satisfied with the cold joke she told.

But Xue Yang and Gao Mingjie's expressions were not so natural.

Gao Mingjie frowned and said: "What kind of character is that guy, even Lele and I don't know, after all, there are too few opportunities to contact him, but the boss once told me that if Mr. San uses the means of making money to kill people, then he must be the best killer in the world." ”

"Maybe your boss is just joking, maybe he doesn't know this third gentleman at all, just like I don't know who your boss is, and presumably your boss can't know much about me." Xue Yang said.

And Xing Lele finally took a little time out of his busy schedule and corrected: "Brother Xue Yang, you should say that it is our boss." ”

After speaking, she continued to nibble on her roasted sweet potato with a serious face.

"Okay, well, it's not your boss, it's our boss." Xue Yang compromised on the surface, but in his heart he shouted that my boss will always be Song Yu.

It's just that at this time, Gao Mingjie smiled and chewed a small wooden stick in his mouth and shook it back and forth: "To be honest, this kind of thing is the least accustomed to me, I don't know about others, but I can be sure of your words, the boss is quite familiar with you." ”

"Hehe, then you kind of tell my boss, oh no, who is our boss, I should always know who I'm working for." Xue Yang sneered twice, it was obvious that there was no malice in this sneer.

But for his words, Xing Lele and Gao Mingjie chose to remain silent together.

"Well, you guys won." Xue Yang sighed a little helplessly, and then had to ask: "Since this question can't be said, then let's say something that can be said, what does Mr. Three want to find me for." ”

Hearing Xue Yang mention this topic, Xing Lele put down the roasted sweet potato in her hand, her speed of eating roasted sweet potatoes is really quite slow, she has only eaten half a roasted sweet potato for a long time, if it were Xue Yang, two or three roasted sweet potatoes would have been eaten a long time ago.

I saw Xing Lele wipe his hands and lips, and then said in a serious tone: "We received a letter from Mr. San......"

"Wait, you said a letter? Are you sure it's not a text message, or a phone call? Xue Yang couldn't believe it, what age was this, and there were still people who could write letters.

At this time, Xing Lele just nodded very confirmatively: "This is very in line with Mr. San's character, he always likes to communicate with others in this way, the letter said, he asked you to meet at the old city restaurant tomorrow, I don't know if you have heard of this hotel." ”

"I've heard of it." Xue Yang motioned for Xing Lele to continue.

"He seems to be looking for you to carve a piece of jade, a piece of jade that is a little special, but the letter only uses the word special, as for what kind of jade, I don't know." Xing Lele looked at Xue Yang after speaking.

At this time, Xue Yang just cried and laughed and said: "Actually, I should have guessed a long time ago, I am useless in other aspects except carving, this kind of big man wants to see me, of course, he is here for my carving skills." ”

And Gao Mingjie, who had been standing next to him chewing a small wooden stick, asked with a smile: "So the question now is whether you plan to go to the appointment or not?" ”

"Why don't you go to the appointment, don't go into the tiger's den to get the tiger." Xue Yang wanted to make himself more daring or more courageous, but his boldness was not as great as Gao Mingjie's, and his courage was not even as good as Xing Lele's.

After thinking about it, Xue Yang had no choice but to pick up the sweet potato that Gao Mingjie didn't eat and gnaw it in a big gulp.