[Full-time Master Umbrella Repair] Su Muqiu congratulates 24 hours

Hands, while chatting about the topic of the two people's untiring disgusting each other.

"I've thought about it. If we hold a wedding, there will be a suitable place."

"Oh, where?"

"The cemetery area of ​​St. Basil's Cathedral. How about it?" Ye Xiu smiled. "It's very famous there, and people take pictures every three days. For people like us, such a photo exposure once in a lifetime is worth it."

Su Muqiu paused when he touched the edge of the scarf, a cold light flashed under the scarf.

That was the pitch-black muzzle aimed at him, a modified TK26.

Su Muqiu was stunned for a while, seemingly unable to react to what had happened.

However, in just a moment, a smile appeared on his lips, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became wider and wider. In the end, that smile was so bright that it could almost melt the ice and snow in the Ke District that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

He took the scarf from Ye Xiu's hand with an unprecedented bright smile, and looked back and forth as if he was meeting Ye Xiu for the first time. He unbuttoned his uniform vest, and inserted a completely changed boob in the inner pocket. Ronning M1906.

Su Muqiu glanced regretfully at the two sharp guns: "You really don't think about it? I think we have the same interests and similar ambitions. Now that the wedding location has been decided?"

Ye Xiu smiled: "That's great, I think you're good too. By the way, how long do you think it will take us to lie on the same bed and close our eyes peacefully? Five years, ten years?"

"It doesn't take so long, the time for the trigger is enough."

Ye Xiu's answer was to flip his wrist and put away the gun.

Instead, he clenched his fist, stretched out his index finger and thumb, gestured for a gun, pressed his fingertips against Su Muqiu's heart, smiled, opened and closed his thin lips, and said a word silently.

"boom."

There was no gunfire, no gunpowder smoke, and a childish posture without any sparks, but the sharp cold light in the man's eyes made Su Muqiu's heart constrict, as if he was suffocating.

Ye Xiu laughed, patted Su Muqiu on the shoulder, then waved his hand and walked towards the carriage door.

"Okay, work hard, young man. Since your coffee is well brewed, I'll let you go this time."

The train was still a long way from entering the station, but Ye Xiu calmly opened the door as if the train had stopped, looked out at the rapidly passing scenery, and then jumped out without warning!

At this moment, looking at Ye Xiu's disappearing figure, Su Muqiu remembered the countless evaluations he had given Ye Xiu.

He is suitable for lazy sun, beach, deck chairs, and the sound of waves.

There is also a bullet that is directly between the eyebrows.

As far as they are concerned, as long as the other party is still alive and kicking in the world, many of them will not be able to eat well or sleep well.

Su Muqiu took out the radio and turned on the power: "Call Yingfeng, planA failed. The target escaped 1 minute ago and jumped to the pasture field of CE-13."

Wei Chen on the opposite side laughed loudly: "Damn, it's exactly the same as what you guessed!"More accurate than predicted by the organization, you know him so well? '

"Of course, I've been making him coffee for months because he had to be a flight attendant for months."

"I don't have the patience to chase after girls. It's worthy of being a 'Snow Leopard'. This old man has seen it." ’ Wei Chen was amazed, ‘What should I do next? '

"Jumping at this speed, it is impossible for him to be unscathed, and his feet will be bent even if his ribs are not broken, and his mobility will be compromised. Let the people arranged on the grass surround him and catch the turtle in the urn."

'Good! '

"Be careful." Su Muqiu walked to the car door and looked into the distance, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes sparkling.

"Don't startle the 'Peregrine'."

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11:37Keywords: bone talk

12. Keyword: bone talk

Su Muqiu was full of entanglements, and returned from a place like a Buddhist temple, a spiritual temple, and a temple without any success.He turned his head to look at the Taoist priest standing by the door, but the other party gave him a respectful salute, and the inscription-yellow Taoist robe on his body added a bit of a master's air.However, Su Muqiu has traveled so many places trying to solve his little troubles, and he already has some insights in his heart, knowing that this so-called clean layman or clean layman can help him as much as a sweeper.

He pressed the bruises under his eyes, heaved a long sigh, and said rudely: "Damn, you're a liar again, wasting my grandpa Mao."

Just as these words came out, there seemed to be a high-pitched female voice behind him, giggling shrillly and shivering for no reason.

Su Muqiu looked up at the clear blue sky and the bright sun, thinking that if this continues, he won't have to live this horrible day.

For a person who has lived under firm social science materialism for more than 20 years and believes in the great interactive function of money and material things, it is not that Su Muqiu fell into superstition all at once, but that he is really apart from these nagging masters. , has reached the point where there is nowhere to turn for help.

Su Muqiu walked down the stairs slowly, looking at the oncoming traffic, and the peddlers hawking one after another, he was stunned again.

These Taoist temples are not located in places like Lingshan Holy Land, but have branches in the city. As soon as they step out of the threshold, they will eat a mouthful of car exhaust, and the credibility of the perception has to be compromised.

While thinking wildly, he walked towards the bus stop.He didn't know that his footsteps were messy, his face was dead pale, he didn't realize that the light signal in front of him had changed from green to red, the traffic was passing by, he didn't realize that he stepped off the curb and walked straight forward in a trance, and he didn't realize that someone behind him was calling he.

"Hey! The benefactor stay! Hey, did you hear me?!" Seeing that Su Muqiu ignored him, the other party took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "That handsome guy over there!!"

"Call me?" Su Muqiu suddenly came back to his senses, and turned his head.

It's strange to say that he was walking toward the middle of the road in a suicidal manner just now, and there were so many people on the street who didn't stop him, as if they didn't see him. When he shouted, several young men picked him up and pulled him to the side of the road. An old man pointed at the tip of his nose and cursed: "Mobile phones are harmful! Mobile phones are harmful...walking without looking at the road! This is death! Suicide!"

"I didn't look at my phone..."

"How dare you make an excuse!!" The old man was furious, spitting spattering curses.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Su Muqiu apologized quickly, and several passers-by also looked at him disapprovingly.

When Su Muqiu got away from the crowd who wanted him to cherish his life, and went to find the person who called him, the other party had already leaned on his chin and watched the excitement with a smile on his face.

The man was sitting in the shade by the side of the alley, with a small table and stool in front of him. The long bright yellow silk cloth on the table would touch the ground. On it were a compass, a tortoise shell, copper coins, and an empty bamboo bird. cage.There are small banners standing on both sides, and the writing on the left is "Iron Mouth Straight Break", which is very common. Su Muqiu has read dozens of fonts to write this line in a month, and the strange thing is that it says "Bone Talk" on the right.

What's even more strange is the man's attire. He didn't have any Tang suits or cassocks. Instead, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. The suit lined him with broad shoulders and long legs. A pair of leather shoes were polished black. The 30-year-old man looks like a white-collar elite, the kind who hangs out with a busty female secretary in the office.

Su Muqiu couldn't help but stop and take a few more glances.

"Qing, Tan Sitong, looking at the tide?"

"Yo, surprise, he is a man of culture." The other party admired, but it was a pity that no matter how he heard it, it sounded a little sarcastic, and the corners of Su Muqiu's mouth twitched.

"Why did you call me back just now? Want to show me a photo?" Su Muqiu calmly opened his wallet and showed it to the other party, "Let me tell you first, I don't have a dime, just a bus card that hasn't been recharged for half a month."

"I don't call you, do I want to see you being haunted by ghosts and crashing into a car? Tsk tsk, abuse." The man in the suit shook his head.

Su Muqiu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes began to examine.

"……you know?"

"Know what? For example, your name is Su Muqiu, you are male, you were born on October 21, and you live in a certain community in H City?" The other party looked at him with a smile, "I don't know anything about you."

"I don't know anything?!" Su Muqiu's eyes widened.

"I really don't know, I'm still waiting for you to tell me yourself." The other party replied sincerely, stretching out a pair of slender and beautiful hands, "Here."

He turned over his palm, and there was an extra card out of thin air like a magic trick between his empty fingers, facing Su Muqiu, and on it was a half-length photo of Su Muqiu with a silly appearance.

Su Muqiu was startled, and hastily opened his wallet, only to find that his documents were missing.

He snatched back his ID card angrily, and was about to turn around and leave without talking to the liar, but after taking half a step, the other's words "You were haunted by ghosts and crashed your car" came to mind uncontrollably, Su Muqiu gritted his teeth, and kicked his ass. Sit down on that stool.

The other party smiled, and greeted quite familiarly: "Hello, hello, my name is Ye Xiu, the leaf of 'Hua Ye Fu Jing, cloud and treachery', Xiu of 'If you want to be selfless, you must practice meditation and meditation'."

"...Do you admire Tan Sitong very much?" Su Muqiu was helpless.

"Where is it, I have nothing to do recently, and I happened to read Renxue." Ye Xiu replied, motioning him to look at the foot of the table, and then Su Muqiu noticed that there were a few literary works that seemed to be pirated and self-printed, and they were pressed a little shorter. under the table legs.

"Okay, let's talk about you then."

Ye Xiu rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers into an arch, and stared deeply at Su Muqiu with dark eyes.

"tell me……"

He said, "Are you a Chinese teacher? Where do you teach?"

Su Muqiu almost beat him up: "...Not everyone who understands Chinese is a teacher! Have you ever been to the library in City H? I work in the ancient book restoration room. Hey, let me tell you, do you know how to read physiognomy?