The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

He was actually stunned for a moment.

I thought I was starving and seeing hallucinations.

Until the car stopped in front of him, he insisted on playing tricks. The butt of the car suddenly hit him, throwing sand into Yan Chi's face. The window was lowered, and he saw a fair face with a cynical smile. He first said He looked around and said with a smile: "Brother, you're not dead yet?"

Yan Chi took a puff of cigarette and said, "I'm not dead, I'm still alive."

"In this case, you call grandpa and I will give you a bite to eat."

Yan Chi didn't say anything. He looked at the man with a half-smile. His thin lips moved up and down while smoking. It seemed that what came out of his mouth was not smoke, but a knife.

Those eyes are so evil when they look at people.

The pretty boy trembled and said with a sneer: "Just kidding, you won't be angry."

Where does the green tea come from?

"Grandpa is angry, do you want to comfort him?"

The pretty boy was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He turned around and said a few words to the passenger in the passenger seat, then opened the door and got out of the car, throwing a can of beer to Yan Chi.

"I don't have any water either. Can I drink this?"

"Ouch!"

Yan Chi took it in his hand and weighed it, "Driving and drinking, why are you so arrogant?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I am a good law-abiding citizen."

He pointed at the driver's seat, and the woman who was sitting in the passenger seat moved over and hooked her hands at Yan Chi. That face was so charming.

The makeup is quite heavy.

Standing together with the pretty boy is like falling in love with mother and son.

"Okay," Yan Chi pressed his molar, "You're quite good, otherwise grandpa will call the police and arrest you."

The pretty boy said with disdain, "You even called the police. If you bump into a ghost in a place where birds don't poop, you can get excited and hug it. No one cares about this place!"

He put his hands on the car and planned to sit with Yan Chi, but his buttocks were facing backward. Before he could sit down, Yan Chi kicked him on the buttocks.

The Wrangler, who was taller than a human head, was kicked down from this distance, and the pretty boy buried his legs in the sand. Fortunately, it was soft sand, otherwise his legs would have been lame. The pretty boy became anxious, turned around and cursed: "What are you doing! Give me back the wine!"

return?

Yan Chi unzipped the button and threw it to the pretty boy. He raised his head and drank half the bottle, "Don't touch grandpa's car with your ass."

"This is a fucking desert. I showed up here to give you a drink out of kindness. Why don't I just tease you? You see how you hold a grudge. How come you..."

Yan Chi threw the knife at him, and the phrase "I don't know what is good" that came to the pretty boy's mouth turned into: "Have personality!"

After saying that, he was stunned for a moment. After he realized what he was saying, his aura had already weakened, and he raised his hand and slapped himself.

Wrangler can’t sit on it, right?

Okay.

The pretty boy stepped on the car window and climbed onto the roof of his car. He was still a little short, so he had to look up at Yan Chi.

"Who are you? Are you here to explore or are you looking for death?"

Yan Chi's black eyes narrowed slightly: "What if you are seeking death?"

The pretty boy looked at him carefully, then suddenly burst into laughter and raised his hand to point in the direction ahead.

"What a coincidence, isn't it? I'm here to die too. Listening to what you're saying, it seems like you know where it is?"

Yan Chi: "I don't know."

"..." The pretty boy suddenly stopped smiling, "You don't know?"

"Yeah, I don't know."

"I didn't know you dared to break in!"

Yan Chi took a sip of wine and said, "Why don't you tell me where that is?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Is money rare?"

The pretty boy sneered. After he finished the sneer, he seemed to understand the word "money". His eyes swayed, and he leaned forward, placing the hand holding the beer on his knees. His eyes became colder and colder, and he stared at Yan Chi, as if A little leopard ready to attack. (End of chapter)