Chapter 310

Hearing the speech, Wei Yan frowned.

It's the man. He won't admit it.

So, regardless of Luo Lin Tong, he quietly with a face, slowly follow the past.

Luo Lin Tong stood in the same place for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed. He no longer cared about the two people's affairs. He went into the door and did what he should do.

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"Mr. Wei is following you." Wanqiu spoke softly.

Zheng Qu knew not to be moved, and he was a little upset. Follow him? Of course, he would not be so stupid as to think that Wei Yan could not rest assured of him, so he still kept thinking about him and wanted to kill him?

If Wei Yan really wants to kill him, what is the probability of his escape? It seems that he is not big. He thinks about it and slows down. However, the man follows him and always falls behind him.

"What are you doing with me?" Zheng Quzhi suddenly turned and glared at Wei Yan.

Wei Yan a Leng, cold face no mood, just way: "you should not appear here."

Zheng Quzhi returned with a cold face, so he wanted to kill him? Why don't you just drop it? What's the point of boiling frogs in warm water like this?

He turned and took a deep breath. Wei Yan, who was still standing in the same place, was surprised. After seeing the man's shrinking back, he didn't catch up with him. After a while, he turned to Wei's house.

On the other side, Zheng Quzhi did not dare to look back after running a long distance. Seeing that there was nothing behind him, he did not know whether he was relieved or disappointed. A sense of sadness, the stomach began to cry, it is simply worse.

For a while, I regret that I didn't accept the ball from Shen Dao. Now I can't contact people, but I'm in trouble.

In this strange age, strange environment, he did not know where to go. After thinking about it, I decided to go to a hotel first. After all, it is not early now, and there is a trend of rain.

Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi took out his pocket and didn't take out any money, so he was silent again. Even if you have money, you can't use it here.

Is it hard to be a tramp sleeping under a bridge?

After thinking about it carefully, it is not impossible. After all, I was used to lying there when I was a child, so I got up and went outside. All the way to the outside, there were more talents. Maybe he was wearing too strange clothes. Many people looked at him. Fortunately, he was thick skinned and had no embarrassment.

There are many vagrants under the bridge. There are many vagrants in this era. There is a strange smell at the bottom of the bridge, which is disgusting. Zheng Quzhi frowned and looked for a position in the edge corner. He squatted for a long time and finally lay down.

"Do you really mind?" Wan Qiu made a thin voice and said, "what about your pride in Mr. Wei? It's better to ask Mr. Wei to take you in for a while

"Shut up." Zheng Quzhi, with a straight face, closed his eyes after adjusting his posture.

After a while, it began to rain outside. He was sleeping on the edge. A lot of rain could splash on his body. He rolled on the ground for a long time, and finally moved to the inside.

"How come you don't know the rules like that!" When someone scolds him, he will fight Zheng Quzhi.

Zheng Quzhi's eyes flashed, and he hid from the side: "what rules?"

When the other tramps heard all the news, they surrounded Zheng Quzhi all the time. Zheng Quzhi talked at the corners of his mouth, but he forgot that tramps had territorial consciousness. They had occupied this place for a long time. When an outsider suddenly invaded their territory, he would be beaten up.

Silence for a moment, he flattered smile: "brother, I will go when the rain stops."

"Go?" The first tramp sneered, "it's not impossible, but you have to pay for it!"

This son of a bitch!

Zheng Quzhi scolded in his heart, and his smile was still on his face: "brother, do you think I look like a rich man? If you have money, you won't lie here... "

Smell speech, a few vagabond face delimit a cruel meaning: "do not have money, roll to us now!"

Zheng Quzhi was silent for a moment, looked at the pouring rain outside, hesitated for a few seconds, or chose to leave, and said: "that's OK, let's let go of all brothers, I'll go right away."

"Wait..." But one person did not let him, and suddenly squinted: "what's on your face! Take it down

Fuck, do you want his mask? Zheng Quzhi rolled his eyes in his heart, but he took off his mask honestly. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the astonishment in the eyes of those tramps.

Zheng Quzhi one mo, Huoran put on the mask again, way: "I caught a cold, can infect, still did not take."

"Brothers, the boy is still handsome!" Some turn back to other people.

Zheng Qu knew that his face was black. Seeing those people's squinting eyes, he suddenly felt sick. These vagabonds should not even let go of men? He still looked up to these people too much, thinking that it was just a little overbearing and selfish.

"Wanqiu." After thinking about it, he called softly.

The vagabonds, greedy on their faces, stretched out their hands at him. Zheng Quzhi stepped back to avoid them and let wanqiu show up. Wanqiu still looks like that, lazy and casual, with a natural charm.The tramps were all stunned, and then they were shocked: "where are the monsters?"

"It's not too much for you to call me ancestors. Why are you so presumptuous?" Wanqiu eyebrow eye a pick, Leng is to see those a few people stupidly lost the mind to go.

So wanqiu complacent toward Zheng Qu Zhi with a smile: "you see, my charm is bigger than you."

There was some hostility in the tone.

Zheng Quzhi keenly caught a glimpse of wanqiu, and then raised his eyes to the group of Vagabonds. I don't know if wanqiu really used any magic. All these vagabonds have dull eyes, which is somewhat frightening.

Take a deep breath, push the tramp in front of him and get out of the circle.

"Worried about rain?" Wan Qiu asked.

"Do you have a way?" Zheng Quzhi suddenly laughed and asked thoughtfully.

There must be a way to ask. Wan Qiu drilling back into the gourd, tone recovery, whine: "you go is."

Zheng Quzhi: Can you give him a wake-up call before he gets sick?

Carefully out of half of the body, but see that the rain did not fall on his body, as if formed a protective circle, to protect him strictly.

"Wanqiu, wanqiu, what kind of fairy are you?" Zheng Quzhi couldn't help sighing, and his liking for wanqiu also soared.

"It's just an actor and a wandering soul." Wanqiu literary crepe.

Zheng Quzhi doesn't agree. Wandering soul is also an old-fashioned ghost. With a long history, it is not a small figure at first sight.

Without the rain, Zheng Quzhi walked freely on the road. However, he was worried that he didn't know where to spend the night. His clothes were dirty and his body smelled bad.

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