"Prepare the food and drinks, I want to invite two distinguished guests!"

"……yes!"

Ling Luoyu moved his fingertips lightly: "It's not two, it's four!"

“…”

——

Zhou Yan and Dingmiao were one left and one right, leaning against the street, looking at Bu Shenglian with different eyes.

"Is this...begging?"

"After so many years, how did this guy... do it and didn't starve to death?"

“…”

When begging for ordinary people, no one is humble and does not whisper, and does as much as possible to smile and speak good things, just to get a reward from others.

Where can we produce lotus in our walk?

He leaned on a crutch in one hand and a bowl in the other, and just stood in front of others.

If someone doesn't give it to him, he won't leave.

When someone goes to the right, he walks to the left, and when someone goes to the left, he steps to the right.

In short, I tried every means to stop the person.

When will the person be so tired that he can't help but give him a bite of food, no matter how much he gives, he will let him go.

After you have to eat, if you have less, you will swallow it in one bite.

As there are too many, just find a corner of the wall and sit down slowly and enjoy it slowly.

After finishing the meal, I continued to have another blockade.

"You said... his leg was broken?"

"I guess... I can't get out of relationship!"

“…”

Bu Shenglian has lived in Baobo City for many years, and most of the residents here know him.

As long as I see him, many of them will avoid it.

Only those who do not hold food in their hands dare to walk past him.

At noon, the sun was almost west, and Bu Shenglian didn't have to eat a few bites.

It was estimated that the time was almost over, Dingmiao and Zhou Yan came forward.

One left and one right, blocking him.

Bu Shenglian has always stopped others, and when did she be stopped by others?

Someone blocked the way and looked up.

Seeing that two strangers were staring at him, they frowned and moved to the side with crutches.

Dingmiao and Zhou Yan were the same as they did, and they also moved with the movement.

This move is consistent with Bu Shenglian's method of blocking people.

He stopped, picked up a curve slightly from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and met the eyes of both of them.

"Two guys, are you... coming for me?"

Zhou Yan was in a dilemma: "We ordered a table of dishes, but we didn't finish them. I want to invite you to eat, brother. Don't you know how to appreciate your face?"

"Ha ha……"

Bu Shenglian laughed loudly, her feet staggered for a moment, and she barely stopped.

"So, is that the meal to see me off?"

"Seeking off?" Zhou Yan and Dingmiao looked at each other: "What do you think of us? Black and white impermanence?"

"A good person does not live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years... A person like you is full of hatred. I guess even if he comes to the King of Hell, he will not dare to accept you easily!"

“…”

The two of them said, Bu Shenglian was confused—

It doesn't seem like he's really going to take his life!

Too!

If those people want to kill him, do they have to treat him to a meal?

I didn't even have time to stand here and just started talking nonsense.

I guess he would have died and went to see the King of Hell without their figures disappearing into the crowd!

"Who are you...?"

The eyes of these two people when they talk about life are not like jokes.

"Why? Don't you dare to come with us?" Zhou Yan sneered: "Don't you even dare to eat the farewell meal? Are you still afraid to leave with us?"

"Go away!"

As a man, Bu Shenglian also has a sense of arrogance.
Chapter completed!