After having enough food and wine, Yan Murong was in a good mood, but when Yan Murong saw the figures on the bill, she suddenly felt distressed. A table of six dishes cost more than 4,700 yuan-----
This is not eating, this is cannibalism.
Thinking of Xiao Shunzi and his son, Yan Murong felt sad. They were still eating pickles, steamed buns and boiled water all day long. He hadn't seen them for several days, and he left without saying goodbye. He didn't know if they would be worried.
Own.
These days, there are many strange things. The same plate of wild vegetables only costs a few yuan to buy, but a plate of it costs hundreds of yuan to eat in Cuiyuan. It is true that the poor eat wild vegetables at home, and the rich eat wild vegetables in restaurants, the same thing.
, different prices create a huge contrast between people.
After discussing with Teng Xiangling, Yan Murong planned to go see Xiao Shunzi and his son. At least he no longer had to hide. He could help them if he could. He was the one who had Xiao Shunzi's father's broken leg.
I can't help it grow back, but I can still do it now with some material help.
Nine out of ten brothers in Yanjing can talk. As soon as Yan Murong got in the car, the driver took the initiative to chat with him. There was no military, political, or fashion thing that he couldn't talk about all over the world - Yan Murong
I think it would be a pity for the Yanjing brothers not to become professors. They are much more educated than those experts.
"Little brother, is that car behind you your friend?" the driver looked through the rearview mirror at the van following not far behind and asked.
"Yes." Yan Murong said, but in the dim car, the driver did not see the smile on his lips.
"Oh, what I said." The driver nodded. "They have been following us for several streets. If it weren't for your friend, I would have called the police ----- you don't know, there are quite a few people who rob taxis now.
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"Haha, please put me down in front, I'm here." Yan Murong smiled noncommittally, pointed to the roadside and said.
"Okay." The driver stopped the car calmly, took the money and drove away. The van behind saw Yan Murong get out of the car and also stopped on the side of the road.
"Master Zheng, that kid got off the car." Scar said as he looked outside the car window. "Why did he get off the car here? Did he find us?"
"What's wrong?" Zheng Xiao asked inexplicably. He didn't care where Yan Murong got off the bus, as long as he could catch him.
"Master Zheng, look." Scar pointed to a small alley next to Yan Murong and said. "This is an old building. Most of the buildings here are small alleys. Generally, if outsiders walk in, they will easily get lost."
"So what." Zheng Wuming glanced at Yan Murong, who was still standing on the roadside, and said, "Maybe he lives here----Damn, hurry up and follow him."
Just as he was talking, Yan Murong turned around and ran into an alley behind him.
The Hutongs in Yanjing are very famous, and some tourists even regard them as tourist attractions. Of course, most of them have been demolished due to some needs, and the rest have become a kind of historical culture.
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The alley was dark, with no streetlight except for the occasional faint light from a small courtyard.
"What a crappy place." Zheng Xiao couldn't help complaining after tripping twice on the rocks under his feet. Where he went, the floor was so polished that it could be used as a mirror. This kind of dark place was the first
Come once.
"What the hell, where did this kid go?" Scar cursed and said. This alley is winding and winding. It is easy to hide someone. However, although it is a little dark here, it is very quiet. Why?
I can't even hear the footsteps.
"You have been following me for so long, which one of you is sick?" Suddenly, Yan Murong's voice came from behind, startling Zheng Xiao, Dao Scar and several younger brothers.
After all, he was someone who had seen blood. After being startled, Scar immediately turned around. There was also a steel pipe in his hand, and he stared at Yan Murong not far away warily. He knew that,
The person who can stand behind them quietly without making any movement is probably a practicing boy. This boy looks weak and looks like a malnourished pretty boy, but this is not the case.
"Hey." Zheng Xiao was also startled. When he saw Yan Murong standing behind him, he laughed strangely. "Boy, you are a good person. You knew we were looking for you and came out on your own. This
It saved me a lot of trouble."
"I know you are looking for me, so I came out." Yan Murong said with a harmless smile. "I am a doctor, you must be looking for me to see a doctor, right? Tell me, who is sick?"
"You are the one who is fucking sick." Zheng Xiao is not stupid, he also knows that Yan Murong is cursing him in a roundabout way. "We are not sick, but you will have to see a doctor later. Scar, go ahead.
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Scar nodded, but did not go up. Instead, he ordered the four younger brothers around him. "Go up and surround him."
The older ones instruct the younger ones, and the younger ones will naturally instruct the younger ones. These days, how many older brothers have to fight by themselves? It’s enough for a group of younger brothers to charge in the front, and the older brother only needs to move a stool in the back and drink tea.
, knock melon seeds and watch the fun ----- if you lose, just stand up and say a few harsh words, then turn around and leave.
Yan Murong did not have the habit of waiting for others to be ready before moving. When the four gangsters came over, Yan Murong moved. He ran to the left and then kicked his foot against the wall. With the force of the rebound, Yan Murong
Murong directly jumped over the two gangsters in front of him. At the same time, when he was about to land, he suddenly stopped in the air. His body turned around in the air and kicked one gangster in the back.
After landing, Yan Murong kept moving. Without waiting for the gangster behind him to turn around, he stood on the ground with his left foot, raised his right foot high, drew a semicircle in the air, and then struck the gangster on the shoulder.
"Click"
A clear sound of bone cracking came out in the quiet alley, which seemed extremely harsh, but was quickly covered up by the screams of pain.
When Yan Murong turned around again, the steel pipes in the hands of the remaining two gangsters had already whizzed towards his shoulders and head.
"Idiot." Yan Murong sneered disdainfully, reached out and grabbed the steel pipe that hit his head and pulled hard. The gangster immediately lost his center of gravity and fell towards Yan Murong. Yan Murong took advantage of the situation and pushed him into his arms.
Pull, and another steel pipe just happened to hit ----- it didn't hit Yan Murong's shoulder, but the head of the gangster who was pulled into Yan Murong's arms.
Without waiting for the other party to react again, Yan Murong hit the gangster in his arms with his face covered in blood on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. At the same time, he also kicked his right foot out from the bottom up----
-Then, the face of the remaining unlucky child suddenly turned purple. He covered his crotch with his hands and knelt down. He was rolling on the ground in pain, but he couldn't even scream.
Damn it-----this kid doesn't understand the rules of the world, and he uses such rogue tricks.