Although he was denying it, he also admitted his relationship with He Naizi in disguise, which made Cai Gen arouse all his bad tastes.
Looking at He Naizi's eyes, it was obvious that something was wrong. What kind of heavy taste is this?
Can someone as good as Mr. Long be able to swallow it?
Is it caused by regional aesthetic differences?
Or is it that He Naizi’s hometown likes Mr. Long’s style?
He Naizi's understanding was relatively simple, and he found many reasons for Mr. Long's excuse. After all, he was controlled by others and could not admit it directly, so he was relatively clever.
A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, and my little dragon is indeed a good man.
With the blood of a hero, the future life will definitely be wonderful. He Naizi couldn't help but start to fantasize. As the fantasy became more and more beautiful, the style of the Shinto leader also emerged.
"Okay, it's your honor to have told you so much.
Today is a good day, I don’t want to kill, so I let Xiaolong go, cut off his arms and eyes, and run away anonymously from now on.”
Oh, I'll go, Cai Gen burst out laughing.
Soon after, Xiao Sun also started laughing.
This laughter is quite contagious. Although Zhen Shuiyin and Xiao Tianmao are weak, their laughter is very penetrating.
Finally, when Tong Aiguo also laughed, it finally aroused He Naizi's dissatisfaction.
I didn't even notice it just now, but there was an old man squatting here.
He grabbed Tong Aiguo, who was closest to him.
"Smelly old man, why are you laughing?"
Cai Gen took a look and said, this can't work. Without his brother, Tong Aiguo is just a useless old man. What will happen if he gets injured again?
I wanted to step forward to stop him, but the distance between them was too close and it was too late.
He Naizi grabbed Tong Aiguo by the collar and pulled him up from the ground.
Tong Aiguo didn't dodge, maybe he knew he couldn't dodge, so He Naizi grabbed the collar of his neck, raised his chin and bumped towards him, squinting his eyes and looking at He Naizi coldly.
"I'm laughing at you. You're used to being wild outside. Have you forgotten your ancestors?"
This meaningless sentence shocked He Naizi.
Most people don’t know about the fact that my Nimacha family left overseas en masse.
Also, from a heritage point of view, the affairs of the ancestors are of great importance. Does this old man have other ideas?
Just as he was about to take a closer look at the old man in front of him to see what was special, He Naizi used the car lights to see Tong Aiguo's skin exposed due to his collar, as well as the pattern on the skin.
He let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted and stepped back in horror.
After taking seven or eight steps back, He Naizi knelt down without any warning, regardless of the fact that the black stockings did not match the asphalt road.
He knocked his head to the ground, and He Naizi respectfully put his face to the ground.
"The eldest son of the Nimacha family, Nimacha. He Naizi, please forgive me for your forgiveness. I didn't know you were here all the time. I didn't know you were here all the time."
Suddenly, He Naizi acted like he was respectfully worshiping his ancestors. All the people who were laughing stopped laughing and all looked at Tong Aiguo. This old man was hiding his secrets.
In other words, people have been showing off, but no one has taken them seriously.
Tong Aiguo ignored He Naizi who was kneeling on the ground. He turned around and walked to Cai Gen. Feeling that it was not very safe, he stood behind Cai Gen and hid on the side of the pickup truck.
After standing firm and feeling safe, Tong Aiguo put on his stinking look again.
"Xiao Cai, I guess my elder brother has told you a lot about our shamanism, right?
This is the name of the first generation, and I am not bragging to you.
In shamanism, our Ma Jia family lineage is absolutely superior to others because we hire the first-generation master.
Did you see it? Everyone has to kneel down when they see you. If you don’t kneel down, you don’t recognize your ancestors.”
After Tong Aiguo's stinky fart, Cai Gen really remembered that he saw the pattern of Tong Aiguo's senior grandfather on his body last time he took a shower. At that time, he was so confused that he really didn't take it to heart.
Looking at He Naizi's humble attitude now, it seems likely that Tong Aiguo was not bragging before.
"Okay, Second Master Tong, since she's so awesome, let her commit suicide.
We still have to hurry.
Yes, I have to help you clear the ditch. It’s finally time for you to contribute, so don’t take advantage of it.”
As he spoke, Cai Gen dodged his figure and pulled Xiao Sun to stand next to Zhen Shui Yin, as if that was the audience seat.
Tong Aiguo, who was completely exposed, had a slightly awkward expression on his face. This Cai Gen was so direct in doing things, which was really uncomfortable.
Qiang Zhi calmly ordered to He Naizi.
"The elder has decided not to forgive you, so you should die to apologize."
Mr. Long in the car felt happy when he saw He Naizi suddenly kneeling down and showing such humility.
Is it that simple?
Cai Gen and his gang did not disappoint themselves. Now that they have dealt with He Naizi, and will later solve the problem of Taiqinggou, will their winter fishing festival be able to proceed as scheduled tomorrow?
If that is the case, my investment will finally stop being wasted, and I will see brighter days in the future, which is great.
However, when he heard Cai Gen mention the word "suicide", Mr. Long clenched his fists unconsciously and felt a little anxious.
It's one thing to run away from He Naizi, but it's another thing if He Naizi dies in front of him.
It is said that a couple's kindness lasts a hundred days. In the past few days, I and He Naizi had gone to the kang almost a hundred times. It was a bit unbearable to be tortured to death all of a sudden.
Ever since childhood, except for my own mother, no woman has cared about her as much as He Naizi. Although her motives may not be pure, she still cares.
The life-threatening pressure cannot be felt. Once he has the right to choose, Long Shao's original intention becomes active.
After several twists and turns, he still opened his mouth.
"Boss Cai, murder is illegal, so there is no need to dirty your hands.
Otherwise, just send it back to her. There is no need to be so desperate.
If you are a woman with the same level of knowledge as her, wouldn’t your price also drop accordingly?”
Hey, hey, Cai Gen's sudden plea to Young Master Long was very unexpected.
It seems that there are still many secrets that have not been explained clearly just now.
If you come to save someone, you can pay any price.
A person came to plead for mercy with a high-sounding reason.
Cai Gen couldn't help but step into his own role. Why did he feel a bit like Fa Hai beating up the mandarin ducks?
I really want a mighty Tianlong to fool Young Master Long to death, this stinky old man who has no eyesight and sees his butt sitting crookedly.
Before Cai Gen could reject Mr. Long, He Naizi made a move.
"Xiao Longlong, you don't have to beg them.
Today I was the one who bumped into the senior grandfather, and I deserved death in the first place.
I admit it when I die, and using death to wash away my disrespect is my last insistence on my faith.
Being able to hear you plead for me, even if I die, I will be satisfied.
Xiao Longlong, live well and you must live."
As he said that, He Naizi took out a small knife from his sleeve and stabbed himself in the heart. The speed was extremely fast, and he was very determined to die.
Cai Gen looked at everything happening in front of him, and once again had the same feeling as when he saw Marsala lose weight. Why was something wrong?
