[The silk wheel rolls under the pear blossom tree, and it is filled with wind]

[Whose wooden jujube has a soul, falls into another village]

【Feng Ying was unintentionally disturbed, against the chess man】

[The poem in the curtain is afraid that spring rain will become a pot]

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At around 8 o'clock in the evening, a man walked out of the hotel alone, holding two threads in his hand.

Seeing this scene, please don’t look up.

Because if you look up the line, you will see...

"Are you sick when flying kites at the big night?"

"It's still two human-shaped kites. This guy has taken the wrong medicine!"

"Hold!"

On the road, several gangsters with colorful hair cursed while walking.

It was obviously scared by a mental illness I had just passed by.

Very scary.

Two "kites" wrapped in golden silk floated at a height of seven or eight meters.

The human-shaped kites are exquisitely made.

Whether it is body, facial features, or the white clothes.

There were still blood and tears in the eyes of the two kites...

"Damn it!...you're so sick!"

A drunk man who was obviously drunk was yelling at Zhao Yang. Just now, the bottle of wine in the drunk man's hand fell to the ground in fear.

There were a lot of fragments.

Then.

The drunk man felt that his shoulder seemed to be being patted.

"Who's the fucking shot...goog!!!"

When he turned around, the drunk man sat directly on the ground.

Wild legs.

Shivering.

In front of him, a piece of paper seemed to be staring at him straight, with blood flowing in his empty eyes.

One drop.

Two drops.

Drops on the strong man's head.

It has a very real sense of touch, and the strong man can even feel the temperature and fishy smell of blood.

But in the eyes of others, the strong man cursed, but he fell to the ground as if he had seen a ghost.

Everyone passing by was attracted by the drunkard, and no one noticed that the weird guy who had just provoked the drunkard had quietly left.

Walk through the garden and through the street.

In the end, Zhao Yang stopped by at a cross.

With a cold expression, Zhao Yang took out a cell phone from his pocket.

Bang, flames rose.

The flames rose up, bringing a hint of warmth to this early autumn night.

If someone looks through the flames, they may see two identical "kites" shaking at the intersection.

Eyes without eyeballs are titting.

The sealed mouth is smiling.

"Hehehehe, hahaha."

"Su Xiya, that doll is mine, mine!"

"Hehehehehe, it's a burrow! The mud is not allowed to be strong!"

The shadow puppet chased in the wind, limited to places illuminated by fire. The streets passed by traffic were like a grassland in their eyes, with a little bear puppet waiting for them to compete.

Bang, the fire extinguished.

The sound disappeared.

A gust of autumn wind blew, making Zhao Yang tighten his clothes.

Perhaps it wasn't the cold wind at night, but something that ordinary people couldn't see was wandering around him.

Very annoying feeling.

At least for Zhao Yang.

Two remnant souls with no IQ at all were driven to entangle him!

Very disgusting...

A remnant soul without wisdom cannot be driven away or scared to run away, and it is of no use to Zhao Yang, a monk who practices Pure Yang Taoism!

But it's disgusting...

Just like the few gangsters just now, and the drunk drunk man... Zhao Yang had already tried his best to stay away from the crowd, but there was still a guy with no eyes bumping into him.

I was weak and didn’t even count the number of people, and I ran out to death in the middle of the night!

It was originally weak, but the two remnant souls were sucked in. After going back, I had to lie in bed for a few days after I had a cold or fever.

Crack.

A bus was turned around in front of me, and there were not many people on it.

Zhao Yang hesitated for a moment and did not go up, but continued to wait for the next round.

He wanted to wait for a car with more people.

It is best to have more cars for young men with strong firepower.

It is best to encounter a car that takes a car with soldiers to take a shower.

The yang energy is heavy, and it can suppress this thing!

Unfortunately, Zhao Yang waited for more than ten minutes, but the bus in the aisle still did not meet his requirements. Instead, an old lady with a red strip tied to her arm came over and asked him if he needed help...

help?

Auntie, please put your tiptoe down first...

After repeatedly confirming with the "old lady" that she didn't need help, Zhao Yang sent him away.

Well, this old lady is wandering around at this intersection, and I don’t know which unscrupulous descendant has not sent the old man away...

The old lady left, Zhao Yang slapped the lighter in his hand a few times, and sat on the road again.

Dial a phone number for the female corpse and turn off the phone opposite.

Zhao Yang continued to fire.

Then... an old bus stopped in front of Zhao Yang.

"Hey, Chenba No. 1414 is driving. If you should get on the bus, get on the bus quickly. If you can't catch up, you will have no cars this month!"

At the front of the car, the female flight attendant held a paper loudspeaker in her hand and shouted a few words in the middle of the crossroads.

The old lady with a red cloth strip glanced over there, turned around and asked the pedestrians around if they needed help.

No one paid attention to her.

"Wait, wait for us to get in the car."

At the intersection, two old men and women in wedding clothes walked out and happily supported each other.

Before getting on the bus, the old man looked at the female flight attendant who was calling for a few more times, pursed his lips and praised: "This girl is so handsome."

The female flight attendant put down the horn and showed her beautiful face.

Two large pieces of red on the face are particularly conspicuous.

The two old men got into the car.

The flight attendant, who was particularly smiling, shouted a few more times, and drove away when he saw no one was paying attention.

The car drove so hard that it was flying, and rushed directly to the sidewalk from the intersection, and after crossing countless lawns, there was no shadow.

Seeing that the car was driving away, the old lady who had been wandering around for a while was wandering around Zhao Yang again.

"Hey young man, why don't you get in the car?"

The old lady asked Zhao Yang with a smile, and from time to time he looked at the shadow puppet flying above Zhao Yang's head, as if he was watching a show.

Bang, the fire lights up.

Zhao Yang pointed at Fire and pointed at himself.

"What does it mean?" the old lady asked again.

Zhao Yang shook his head at the old lady.

The lighter's flames were smaller, as if they were about to lose their anger.

The old lady was surprised and saw that Zhao Yang didn't say anything, so she sat beside Zhao Yang just as he did.

"Young man, I told you, don't be too impatient if you have something to do. Just leave as you should. No matter how much you think, it's useless. This is no longer the place you should stay."

Zhao Yang looked at her.

"What, are you so confused about something, or are you waiting for someone?"

The lighter is a little hot.

"You shouldn't have waited for you. Maybe you've been waiting for decades, and you'll be waiting for a couple."

As if it touched the mind, the old lady sighed and said, "Just like me, when I entered the city with my old man, I was not lucky. The artillery shells for the Japanese were killed.

But my old man was lucky and hid.

I was unwilling to give up, so I thought about waiting for my old man here.

This wait will last for sixteen years..."

"What?" Zhao Yang's face was a little chilled as he spoke.

"Then, hey, I saw my old man walking over from the bridge over there with another old fairy."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm not willing!"

Seeing Zhao Yang talking, the old lady finally smiled: "I waited for more than ten years, but I didn't wait for anyone. I swallowed them in anger..."

Swallowed.
Chapter completed!