The conversation between Zheng Zheng and Monk Fakong, Lin Peiyu was confused, and he didn't understand what they were talking about.

At this time, a few more people came outside the door.

At the forefront was a middle-aged man, who was emaciated, with a slender head, triangular eyes, an eagle hooked nose, and a ruthless look on his face. Behind him, it was the bald-headed Scar Male and Nana and others.

Zheng Zheng turned around and walked a few steps with a big stab, then sat on the chair and looked at the group of people in front of him with an indifferent expression. The unruly eyes are clearly like looking at a group of dead people. Monk Fakong and Lin Peiyu naturally stood on his left and right sides, with the same disdainful look on their faces.

The middle-aged man is called Zhou Yan, a Han Chinese. Since he wandered to Kuqari City, he has taken root here. After more than ten years of hard work, with careful thinking and ruthless methods, he has carved out a world of his own in this chaotic land. Now in the southern district of Kuqali, when Brother Yan is mentioned, all friends on the road give three points of face.

Zhou Yan recognized that he had read countless people, and he had refined a pair of fiery eyes. But he found that he couldn't see through the strange combination of a patient, a monk, and a beautiful woman in front of him for a while.

He was secretly vigilant in his heart, there was a way to say that it was not a raptor but a river, and the other party dared to be so arrogant, so he naturally had something to rely on, so although he stiffened his face, his tone was not arrogant, but he said in a deep voice: "Three friends, the brothers at the bottom are offended first, and it is natural to be punished." But there is a saying since ancient times: Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated, you beat and scolded, but it seems a bit too much to make them look like this?"

Before Zheng Zheng could speak, the Fakong monk came with a loud slogan and said with a stern face: "Amitabha, this donor has spoken. All the believers sincerely retreat into the empty door, willing to get out of the sea of suffering and return to my paradise. How can you say that you are beating and scolding?"

Zhou Yan's face turned dark, he didn't know what kind of temper these brothers had, they were all eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and they were almost poisoned. He held back his anger and said, "Master, I think everyone knows in their hearts that there is no need to engage in a war of words here. Now that this is the case, how are you going to solve it?"

"It's easy to solve, in Kucha, whoever has a hard fist is the truth. You just draw the line, and I take all three truths. Zheng Zheng saw that Fakong's mouth was open, and it seemed that there was another Buddhist sect that had been crooked, so he hurriedly spoke first.

It's just that his morbidity, combined with his tone, can't help but remind people of Guan Suo Yang Xiong, a hero in the Water Margin Liangshan. It seems to be sick and dying, but it is full of murderous opportunities.

Zhou Yan's face became ugly, a poisonous color crawled into his eyes, and he said coldly: "So, my friend won't give me Zhou Yan a little face?"

Zheng Zheng said indifferently: "Face is not given, it is earned by yourself." ”

Zhou Yan was furious, his hand reached into his waist, and the pistol at the mouth of the black hole was already aimed at Zheng Zheng, and he said with a cruel smile: "Friend, I really want to know, how did you earn this face?"

Zheng Zheng's eyes just swept slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Peiyu, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "This is the second time that I have been threatened with a gun pointed at my head." ”

Lin Peiyu's face was flushed, her charming eyes were like a wave of spring water, she glanced away at Zheng Zheng with disgust, and then avoided his meaningful gaze.

Zheng Zheng slowly turned his gaze to Zhou Yan, and said with a bright smile on his face: "You can shoot and try." ”

Zhou Yan was ruthless and cautious, he saw that Zheng Zheng was not fearless, and his heart suddenly became bottomless.

At this moment, the monk who had been holding back for a long time finally couldn't help but put his palms together and sighed mournfully: "One thought of heaven, one thought of hell." Donor, please be careful. ”

Zhou Yan was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and suddenly laughed, put away his pistol, and said with admiration on his face: "The three of them are really not mortals, because of this boldness, today's matter has been revealed like this, and I Zhou Yan made you a friend." ”

Zheng Zheng's eyes were slightly surprised, this guy's behavior was unexpected.

Monk Fakong recited the Buddha's name again, and then nodded and said: "The donor can rein in the precipice, and he really has the root of wisdom, a person with great wisdom like you, why don't you listen to the Western Elysium with me and become a Buddha?"

Zhou Yan's face froze, and his expression became extremely rich.

Fortunately, at this time, Zheng Zheng relieved him and said: "Zhou Yan, you shouldn't die, let's take a look at your gun." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yan took his hand to his waist.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he hurriedly lowered his head to search for the ground, his hands on his waist and kept searching back and forth.

Zheng Zheng said coldly: "No need to look for it." After saying this, Zheng Zheng shook it with one hand, and a black gun spun between his fingers and flew towards Lin Peiyu.

Zhou Yan looked shocked, and he clearly recognized that it was the Desert Eagle that he had managed to get.

Just when he was trying his best to figure out how the gun could get into Zheng Zheng's hands, something that surprised him even more happened.

The sand eagle flew into Lin Peiyu's hands, only to see that her hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, and her movements were dazzling, and in less than a few seconds, an intact pistol completely turned into a pile of parts on the table.

Zhou Yan and the others were dumbfounded, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

Lin Peiyu snorted coldly, his hand began to move again, and in the blink of an eye, an intact pistol appeared in front of everyone again.

This woman is definitely a master of playing with guns.

In an instant, this thought floated in Zhou Yan's heart. Thinking of the pistol god running into Zheng Zheng's hands unknowingly just now, and the chicken and dog jumping of a brother who was beaten by the monk, he completely understood in his heart that the three people in front of him were not something he could provoke.

Thinking of this, he was already shocked into a cold sweat.

At this time, Zheng Zheng said with a playful smile on his face: "Brother Yan, how are you going to solve this matter?"

Zhou Yan was secretly bitter in his heart, his sister, isn't this a self-slapping mouth?

Fortunately, he is also a smart person, his brain is very fast, and his face remains unchanged: "Brother, I have eyes and don't know gold and jade." Immediately after turning around, a table of wine will be placed for the three of you to confess. From now on, you and I will be the guest of honor of Xi Xinhui, and if there is anything, as long as I say a word, I will come in the wind and go in the rain, and there will be no two words. ”

"You're a smart man. The corners of Zheng Zheng's mouth turned up slightly.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes, but he was a little uplifted: "I don't know what the three friends call each other? What business do you do in Kucha? Do you need help? Although I don't dare to say that I cover the sky with one hand, in this acre and three points of the field, there are still people who listen to what I say." ”

Zheng Zheng suddenly raised his head, and the burning gaze in his eyes almost stabbed Zhou Yan directly. Half a ring, then it seemed to smile and smile: "Nothing to be courteous, either treacherous or deceitful." Don't take your little tricks and treat everyone in the world for fools. If you provoke Ben Dashao, turn around and let the monk lead you back to Western Buddhism. ”

Fakong's eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly like a wolf: "Amitabha, good, good." ”