Chapter 172

There is a knife on the head of the color character. What kind of ghost is this guy? It's ready to appear.

In fact, no matter in ancient times or in modern times, people often have a great tolerance for the word "Fengliu". It is considered as a very elegant thing that ancient scholars are Fengliu and wandering in the streets of flowers and willows. Even in modern times, you can not agree with the way of life of those gun kings who boast about their achievements, but you will not feel how guilty Great evil.

All of these, after all, are based on your feelings and my wishes.

It can be "rhetoric", it can be "lonely relative", it can also be "money and goods are clear", people in this respect, or very open.

But that kind of lecheron who likes to play despicable means by force is often despised and spurned by the society. It is said that in prison, the lowest status is often the criminal.

The man knelt there and kowtowed to Zhou Ze. He hoped that Zhou Ze would spare his life.

In fact, the bookstore is Zhou Ze's legal arena, especially after Zhou Ze became a full-time official, it is also a special place. All kinds of ghosts outside will want to get close to the bookstore, or they will directly open the door of the bookstore and walk in, or they will be attached to other places or in other ways with the bookstore Make contact.

Boss Zhou fished, and those who wanted to.

In fact, at the beginning, Zhou Ze didn't see that there was a ghost lurking in that fat classmate, yes, including Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze only noticed that the fat classmate secretly put medicine into a cup of milk tea. As for what kind of medicine it is, everyone knows that it can't be a cold medicine in a word.

In line with this is in their own shop, according to the law, the guests who consume in their own shop must protect their personal safety, so boss Zhou has to manage.

"Well, did you see that?" Xu Qinglang tells Zhou zedao.

"Ah, well."

Zhou Ze nodded silently.

There's no need to explain this matter. Let the people around you think you're powerful. This kind of beautiful misunderstanding will continue.

"Ha ha, you came up and slapped that guy and took a picture of a ghost directly. To be honest, it looks quite unexpected. It's a bit like the Heavenly Master on the dragon and tiger mountain."

Old Xu is still pushing himself, Zhou Ze continues to be silent and accepts these praises.

In fact, he wanted to say that he just wanted to slap the goods to give him a long memory. He just wanted to slap him if he didn't like it. He couldn't beat him up and burn some paper money. However, he found out unexpectedly that the luster attached to the fat classmate was photographed by himself.

In fact, Zhou Ze has also thought about why he and Xu Qinglang didn't see this luster before. If they want to come, there may be only one reason. That is, there is lust in everyone's heart.

All of them have that impulse, that restlessness, that desire, which is similar to the pursuit of money for power, which is a manifestation of human nature. Therefore, lusters can rely on that kind of cover to hide themselves.

Whether he exists or not, that fat classmate actually has color heart, so that is his best protective color.

Zhou Ze opens the door of hell, grabs the small colored ghost of the place with one hand, and prepares to send it to hell.

"Spare me, spare me, spare me..."

The lecher is still praying,

but he has no other useful words besides begging for mercy, such as what I can give you if I forgive you, and what important news I can tell you if I forgive you.

Well,

in this situation, boss Zhou is still very jealous of evil as hatred and selfless.

in the end, the lecher is thrown into the door of hell.

Tonight's turnover is an addition.

"Do you think there is a knife on the head of every lecher?" Asked Xu Qinglang.

"Do you remember the teacher in the high hat who I met before?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well, that was wronged. This should not be counted."

The teacher in the high hat was wronged. As a result, even Zhou Ze's fingernails were not removed from the high hat on his head.

Maybe there seems to be such a tradition in hell. Maybe it's also because hell is too big, and the people in the hell department are lazy and lazy, so they like to play a one size fits all method, most of which continue the "saying" of the Yang.

If you wear a hat with a hat, if you wear a thorn word, if you are in the Yang, the Yin Division will inherit the conclusion, which greatly reduces the workload of the Yin division. As for whether there are wronged ones inside, I'm sorry, no one cares.

Today, there is a list business. Boss Zhou is too lazy to stay up until dawn. He goes to the bathroom, takes a bath first, and then goes upstairs in his nightgown.

Looking at Zhou Ze's back on the stairs, Xu Qinglang took another sip of red wine and looked at the problematic milk tea that Zhou Ze had brought before. The milk tea was empty.Xu Qinglang stretched out. Of course, Xu Qinglang knew who had drunk it, and the person who had drunk it seemed to notice something wrong. Before that, he secretly went upstairs.

Ha ha.

Old Xu's eyes drifted away, waiting for a good play.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Zhou Ze felt a little cold.

He was not afraid of the cold, but the different temperature in the bedroom and outside attracted Zhou Ze's attention.

Looked up at the air conditioning position, the air conditioning did not turn on, then why so cold?

On the bed, the white warbler was lying there, covered with quilts, still wriggling.

Zhou Ze is slightly dissatisfied. He has told her how many times not to go to bed before taking a bath. This is a kind of disrespect for the bed. Of course, the most important thing is that boss Zhou has a habit of cleanliness.

No matter how beautiful you look, how beautiful you look, you dare not take a bath in my bed, sorry, I will kick you down.

"Cough..."

Standing by the bed and coughing,

in the past, Bai Yingying was afraid to stand up quickly and admit his mistake, to ensure that he would not dare to do so later.

But this time, the white warbler was still lying on the bed, motionless.

No, she moved a little,

but she turned one of her legs up and clamped the quilt between the two legs, and there was a slight "Weeping" sound in the quilt.

Make a noise Make a noise

Sometimes melodious, sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate, sometimes low.

Open the quilt,

the white warbler turned sideways and looked at Zhou Ze, only to see her eyes like silk, her hair is scattered, her face is red, her lips are red and her teeth are red. I really feel pity for her.

I wish people could gallop the horse directly until the shroud is returned.

"Wet the bed?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Atmosphere killer,

little fresh destroyer,

the man who should be put on the fire -- Ze,

and the reason why he was still a single dog in his last 30 years.

Bai Yingying bit her finger and slowly bent her body. Then she sat up and put her hands on Zhou Ze's shoulder. She said: "boss I want "Weeping..."

Zhou Ze smiled,

this laugh was a little helpless,

he first looked down at the quilt which had just been opened and thrown on the ground by himself and could be used as the cutting board,

then looked between the legs of the white warbler,

you want,

but I dare not give it.

This is the body of ordinary people. It's really for you. Tomorrow I have to go to the hospital for Doctor Lin's amputation because of frostbite.

"That milk tea, did you drink?"

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Milk tea What milk tea Make a noise They want it, boss "Weeping..."

As she said,

the white warbler leaped forward,

her physical fitness could not be resisted by Zhou Ze, who had been thrown to the ground directly by her.

There was a thud on the floor.

Xu Qinglang looked up downstairs, some lonely, some sad. He poured another glass of red wine.

The old man who is playing cards with monkey also looks up and looks at the ceiling with some doubts.

"Boss, people like the taste of you very much. I really like it. I can't help whining..."

Bai Yingying turns into a domineering female president and holds Zhou Ze down, helping him undress while flirting.

Zhou Ze's face showed a little helpless color,

"warbler, back down."

"Boss, give it to me..."

“…………” Zhou Ze.

It's not a question of giving or not giving,

it's not a question of stone or not.

is it a water curtain hole or an ice hole under you,

don't you have a number B in your mind?

At present, Zhou Ze was ruthless and couldn't help but be ruthless. The nail on his right hand grew out. He didn't dare to stab the white warbler. He just stroked the white warbler's back and forth with his nail.

"Ah ah!!!!!!!!!"

The black fog began to enter the body of the white warbler. The white warbler was so excited that he lay on the ground and began to roll. Zhou Ze did not stop. He continued to use his nails.

The warbler turned back and forth, shouting.

She is most afraid of the boss's nails.

…………

Downstairs,

Xu Qinglang, who is drinking red wine, puffed out the red wine in his mouth, raised his head, a little surprised, so fierce?

The old Taoist priest was so scared that his cards fell to the ground. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling,Lying in the trough,

is the boss getting angry?

Lao Xu and Lao Dao are both hurt at this moment.

it is a kind of pain and bitterness that men can't admit defeat.

…………

After a long time, Zhou Ze took back his fingernails, and the white warbler's eyes, which were lying on the ground almost empty, finally recovered their brightness. Like the end of venting, she looked at Zhou Ze blankly:

"boss, what just happened?"

"You said your back was a little itchy. I'll scratch it for you."

"Oh, thank you, boss."

"Go down and take a bath." Zhou Ze said.

"All right, boss."

Holding the wall, the white warbler slowly walked down the stairs. When he walked, he was crooked and crooked. It was very difficult.

She saw Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao looking at her with a sympathetic look.

Since then, for a long time, both Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao have not mentioned the matter of Shiming in front of Zhou Ze.

According to the old saying,

can't blow, it can't really blow. He's looking for a poor woman who has lost her feet, but the boss Ko is a zombie. How can it be compared?