Movie Variety Show: Extraordinary Witch Pendant

Li Zhongjiu covered his face. Although he was not hit, it hurt a lot. This boomerang was too lethal.

Just like you now, looking through the space updates you posted ten years ago, they are exactly the same.

It's so embarrassing that you can dig out a large flat layer.

Li Zhongjiu thought of his Tiger Clan members and asked Zhang Lang carefully, "Brother, what about those little brothers outside?"

"I'm not dead, I just fainted. I guess I'll wake up in a while. I'm leaving. Remember I have something to do during this time. Ding Qing will call me when you come back. If you really can't remember, just tell him to write it on his clothes." Zhang Lang walked to the balcony and used his mental power to control his body to land steadily.

It's no longer the usual path.

Li Zhongjiu quickly ran to the balcony and looked down. He thought, I can just go down like this and fly down.

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Zhang Lang appeared in a small town, carrying a large backpack, wearing sneakers and casual clothes, but this time he wore a baseball cap.

There was a white truck parked on the side of the road, but it was not a box type, but an open type.

A young boy was secretly moving feed into the carriage.

Why do I say secretly? Because a girl who was dressed simply and also wearing a baseball cap was communicating with the shop owner.

"Hey, uncle, are you going to be as cruel as the others?" The girl standing aside said in a clear and pleasant voice.

The shop owner said in embarrassment: "Zi Yin, do you know that business is not easy nowadays?"

Gu Ziyin said timidly: "But they have been hungry for two days? Uncle~"

The shop owner sighed, somewhat helplessly: "No, business really isn't very good. I know that, I understand." Then the boss pretended to lower his head to work.

Gu Ziyin hugged the large-scale Humm with both hands, took two steps forward and leaned on the feed and said, "Since you know it, you should help even more. My dad and uncle have been cooperating for more than just one or two years."

Zhang Lang thought this was really interesting. This witch's acting skills were not much worse than his own. It might be that she really liked this kind of life, and the people in the town also liked her.

Zhang Lang noticed that Ju Ziyin had secretly looked at him, very subtly, but Zhang Lang had an extraordinary perception.

Zhang Lang took out his Polaroid camera to record his wonderful life. Zhang Lang is a backpacker who loves taking photos.

He chuckled and looked up at the sky. It looked like it was going to rain.

Walking slowly forward, we were heading towards Juzi Yin's house.

Ju Ziyin had already gotten into the car and started it, then secretly glanced at Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang felt that Ju Ziyin had really developed her brain to the extreme. She was an excellent monster and she didn't know how she compared with her sister.

But it doesn’t matter. He looks like a domineering person, but the key point is that no one can break his defense unless he withdraws his defense voluntarily.

Zhang Lang killed people indiscriminately.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Lang walked forward at a moderate pace, enjoying the scenery along the way, as if South Korea was just like that.

Just make do with it, what else can you do.

Zhang Lang had already turned a corner and Ju Ziyin's car drove past Zhang Lang. Zhang Lang looked at the person in the driver's seat, and the person in the driver's seat looked at Zhang Lang. Both of them had such clear stupidity in their eyes.

Both of them had a firm idea in their minds: it was over, they had met their match, and this person's acting skills were not inferior to theirs.

Zhang Lang watched the situation develop quietly.

It was almost evening and the Gu Ziyin family was cooking.

Zhang Lang knocked on the door gently.

Ju Ziyin's father walked over to open the door, but his legs were not very nimble.

Gu Ziyin's father looked at Zhang Lang's sunny appearance and asked gently: "Hello, young man, what's the matter?"

Zhang Lang showed him the backpack behind him and said, "Hello, uncle. I'm a backpacker, hiking, the kind who takes photos along the way. I missed the town tonight, and this place is too remote, so I'd like to ask if I can stay for one night?"

When Gu Ziyin's mother heard the stranger talking, she came over. The aunt who already had Alzheimer's disease was also a gentle person.

He whispered, "Who is it?"

The uncle smiled and said, "It's a young man, a backpacker who's hiking."

When the aunt saw Zhang Lang, she thought he was a very handsome and sunny young man. Zhang Lang had already taken off his baseball cap. It was not very friendly to come to a stranger's home at night wearing a hat, even if he looked kind.

Gu Ziyin's ability seems to be sometimes effective and sometimes not, comparable to Duan Yu's Six Meridians Divine Sword.

They are all hanging on the wall.

The aunt smiled and said, "Let someone in quickly, the boy is so handsome."

Zhang Lang took off his shoes and said a little embarrassedly, "I've been walking all day, my feet might be a little smelly. I'm really sorry to bother you."

The two old men shook their heads to show that they didn't mind. The uncle said, "When I was young, I was too busy with work and didn't have the opportunity to go out for a walk. I really envy you for being like this."

Zhang Lang said shyly: "I am actually Chinese. After I walked to Harbin, I wanted to come here to take a walk and take some photos."

The old lady looked at Zhang Lang and smiled.

Zhang Lang has top-notch medical skills and can diagnose a person's illness through observation, listening, questioning and palpation, but it is impossible for him to just say that a person is sick in front of him.

That Zhang Lang is the one who is seriously ill.

Don’t be in a hurry, just have a meal first.

Let’s have a bite first.

The uncle was also very talkative, and the aunt just listened to their conversation gently. Her child seemed to be more than ten years older than the young man. If nothing unexpected happened, the two of them would probably chat like this.

Ju Ziyin cooked quietly, but increased the amount of food in the evening.

The uncle sighed and said, "Zhang Lang, you speak Korean really well."

The uncle realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly changed his words to say something in Chinese: "Beautiful."

Zhang Lang raised his thumb and said in Chinese with a smile: "If this happened in the canyon, I would report you, Lao Deng."