In a Ji Pavilion, the old bustard was so anxious that he circled around in the corridor, listening to the screams coming from inside but did not dare to push the door, a group of thugs were also cowardly with their necks shrunk, even if they eavesdropped, they were all tiptoeing, and finally there was no miserable howl after half an hour, until late at night, a group of sons and brothers went out with toothpicks in their mouths, and the old bustard sent these people back, and quickly turned around and ran into the room.

The naked Qingqi man lay on the bed, staring at the roof with his eyes, even if all the parts were exposed, there was no reaction, and there was a pile of silver tickets piled up beside him.

The old bustard cautiously stepped forward and shook her hand, but did not react, and touched the pulse again, fortunately, although the pulse was chaotic as if playing the piano, but finally there was still it, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and persuaded in the tone of the person who came over: "Child, in this industry, there will always be such a day, want to open some, although these sons are a little irritable, but they are much better than those bad old men, aren't they? You see that there are two thousand taels of silver, and my mother will only accept one thousand taels this time, and the rest will be yours. ”

The old bustard was very sad and only kept it until he turned around, grinning silently, and flashed with a silver ticket, but his heart was already happy, how much money can the Qingqi people make?

"Lao Jiu, Zhaozi will show the old lady a bright spot, if the person runs away, I will ask you!" The old bustard smiled and left with the silver.

Early the next morning, the maid entered Xiaowan'er's room to clean it, and when she saw a red shadow hanging on the beam, she screamed in fright.

Fengdu City is very large, with a population of tens of thousands. It's small, but it's only six or seven streets, and the wealthy district occupies a third of the city.

Ji Guanqing Cuilou Liang on the red shadow of the matter spread almost half a day throughout the city, some people regret and some people are worried, the most painful is the old bustard, one night earned her thousands of taels of silver, what if it is a year?

What worries is that the evil young boys, who turned their grief into strength last night, and each took some special drugs, and tried very hard to bring out the good brother Li Xiaorou's share, who would have thought that this kind of thing would happen today, and when the news came and gathered together, they were still languishing.

"If a ** dies, he will die, what kind of Qing man? What kind of archway is it to be a bitch? I can't get used to this kind of person!" Wang Xiaoman scoffed.

Ma Xiaoxi also grabbed her hair in distress: "If you die, you will die, it's not a big deal, the key is that she wore a set of red hanging, this is to turn into a ghost to take revenge on us!"

"I'm afraid of Mao, we're all monks, which one doesn't have a few talismans on our bodies, and we're not good people, even if we're evil ghosts, we don't dare to get close!" said Yang Ming, another unattractive son, disdainfully.

Gao Jian was silent for a moment, and said: "Yang Yang's words are right, we don't need to trouble ourselves, and we didn't hang her on the rope, besides, after so many years, we have been talking about ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, who really saw ghosts? ”

Wang Xiaoman got up and stepped on the chair, waved his hand vigorously and said: "Yes, in the entire Fengdu City, only people will be afraid of us, who will we be afraid of?

"This time, the first soup is still the third brother's, and the plan to pick enough three hundred and sixty-five virgins before his twentieth birthday has been implemented for most of the time, and there are still three months to go, so we all have to hurry up. Ma Xiaoxi said with a smile.

"Brothers, I will cover the next consumption!" Gao Jian waved his hand, full of pride.

A group of people immediately clapped their hands and praised, and now agreed on a place to meet at night, or go to the Ji Pavilion, and the order is still a Qing people, of course, it is a different family, no matter how big the psychological shadow area of the family is.

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"Did you hear that those evil young people are dying again? Liu Qingyun walked back from outside, went to buy two little girls to take care of the children in the morning, and went out to buy diapers and other things, so busy enough, while putting down things and saying: "That little bowl is ruthless enough, that night they were hung in red on the beam of the house, I heard that today they actually went to another house, called Jun Ye to come, and made a big fanfare, and asked the Qing people Xiao Yuer to receive them by name." This damn place, alas, if only it could manifest. ”

"If only the spirit could be manifested, the world would be much better. Duan Qing said expressionlessly: "I'll rest for a while, let Xiaohong and the others watch the children, don't run around." ”

"Got it, go ahead, if you feel cold, I'll ask Xiaohong to add a bed quilt for you. Liu Qingyun smiled meaningfully, and Xiaohong, who happened to enter the door, was only thirteen years old, and the yellow-haired girl also showed a look of shyness and expectation, as if this was fate, and at the same time looking forward to someone to protect her.

"I practice Tongzi Gong. Duan Qing walked away with a black line, returned to his room and began to meditate and cultivate, while also thinking about what was happening in the Ji Pavilion to see if there was anything he could use.

Through the observation of this period of time, these sons and brothers of the family are definitely not alone, especially after Li Xiaorou "fell to death", even if he sent someone to inform him of some news, there will always be one or two people left beside him, and they are not ordinary people, there is always no good opportunity, wearing red and hanging to turn into a ghost?

Yes, Duan Qing is thinking about killing people again, and his character is like this. I owe you as long as I have it, I can give it to you. But I don't owe you, you still bully me, then I'm sorry, I must get it back.

The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring, and the hatred of a little water should be repaid by the sea!

Besides, if Duan Qing hadn't reached the foundation building period at that time, he was afraid that he would have been beaten to death by those sons and buddies on the street.

What is justice in this run-down world?

Power, power, money... As long as one of them is reached, justice can be sought, just like the dispute between the Ma family and the Li family, even the city lord can't be regarded as invisible, and the justice of the little people, who cares?

The sky was dark, it was already night, Duan Qing got up and moved, and went out from the backyard, before going out, he saw the red scarf drying in the courtyard, his heart moved, and he took it away.