Shhh ~

Lin fan made a silent movement and then ejected two smoke rings into the air: "what do you think they look like?"

Stupefied, Leng Da Ji was confused and didn't understand the meaning of Lin Fan's words: "adults, are they smoke rings? Or a mass of gas? "

"Well, it looks like a smoke ring on the surface, but it's actually a band in the ring."

Taking advantage of the smoke ring has not dissipated, Lin Fan stretched out his index finger to the central position to pass through: "in their eyes is a trap, in our eyes is also a trap, but who is in the inside, who is not sure?"

Where there are people, there are contradictions and life and death. Who lives and who dies?

"What are you talking about, pretty boy?" The fat driver running back, holding two bags of pancake fruit in his hand: "come here, this is the specialty of Chengdu. It's delicious. Try it quickly."

"Old driver, how much did it cost?" "You have no cooked pancakes, right?" he asked

"Pretty boy, the old driver is not barking in vain. What I drive in Chengdu is the relationship."

He patted his big stomach with pride, and the fat man motioned to the towering Maoshan mountain: "I know the Taoist of Maoshan sect, too. I spent some time on it two years ago, and my whole body was comfortable. It's really great."

"So I said," old driver, you can't die. "

Finally, eating the pancake fruit in his hand, Lin Fan patted his buttocks and stood up from the ground: "let's go, let's go."

"All right, let's go up to Maoshan." The fatso driver waved his little red flag to lead the way.

The three youths who had been monitoring immediately followed up. One of them took out his mobile phone and made a phone call to report the situation here. After hanging up the phone, he nodded to two of his friends and then made a gesture of cutting his neck.

"Little Lord, would you be too anxious to start so soon?"

The middle-aged driver and bodyguard opened the door of the car and said to the red haired man, "this is a tourist area. There are so many people here. I'm afraid it will cause extra troubles if people see it."

"I didn't let them do it here. I told them to do it halfway up the mountain."

The red haired man's eyes are full of Sen Han: "the higher the climb, the fewer people will be. It is possible to gently push or accidentally wrestle. I'm afraid that even bones will not be found at that time."

"The little Lord is wise, and the enemy who dares to fight against him will not die easily." The middle-aged man appropriately flattered: "little Lord, the gift has been sent to take a shortcut, and when we go up, the gift should also arrive."

"Well, let's go." Sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, the red haired man said, "go and find two hot bodies. There's no beauty in this activity. It's fun."

"Little Lord, everything has been arranged." The middle-aged man had a bad smile: "these two are young. They have already said that no matter how young master wants to play, they are willing to."

"You are sensible and do a good job, OK. When the time comes, brother Long's work will be finished. Your share of the benefits will be indispensable."

He touched two girls, and the red haired man laughed: "this year's Luotian Festival is a good day for me. Those who stop me will die."

The middle-aged man behind him looked at the red haired man's back, and the cold light in his eyes flashed by. As the little Lord said, this year's Luotian Festival is also a good day for him, but some things have to be tough enough, such as destroying the Lord