tiger teacher

After seeing off Xiao Yiwen, Dawei's prospective girlfriend, and Huo Huo, when they returned to the house, only Liang Huanhuan, who was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, and Lao Zhang Renjun, who was making tea and drinking tea on the balcony were left.

The feeling of emptiness and darkness made Wang Jian's sense of loss more and more intense. He was used to the noise every night, but now he suddenly became quiet, and he felt an inexplicable itching and discomfort on anyone.

"Don't look for it, there's no one left." Liang Huanhuan watched Wang Jian poke his head in at the door of each room to take a look, and then sighed: "Are you so unbearable to be lonely?"

Wang Jian rubbed his head: "No... I always feel that they are still in the room."

"You are sick and need to be cured."

At this time, the old man walked in from the outside, and said with a smile: "It's human nature, it's hard to get used to it, and it's easier to feel sad when you get used to an empty room. Come, let's play a few games of chess."

Wang Jian shrank his neck: "I'm looking for my own death...Okay, come on."

Just like that, Wang Jian chatted with the old man while being tortured and killed by his father-in-law.Not to mention, the old man, Yiran, is a living and moving database, who knows everything, and not only knows it, but can also explain why.

In the end, Liang Huanhuan, a scumbag who doesn't read books at all, came together to learn knowledge, and also talked about a lot of strange topics, such as the absurd thing about Wang Jian marrying several wives...

"What you get is luck, not fate. According to the definition of Buddhism, all demands are karma. Therefore, true believers are very willful, as long as they follow cause and effect, they can become Buddhas."

Laozhangren’s language has connotations everywhere. Compared with Laozhangrenjun, a quasi-rough embryo like Laozhangrenjun, he has a different flavor, but in terms of connotation and temperament alone, he still has a lot of connotations. It's a long way to catch up.

And just as they were chatting vigorously, the door was suddenly pushed open. The monk stood outside in a yellow monk's robe, and behind him was Man Hong.

The monk hadn't worn a monk's robe for a long time, and Man Hong had never been so thin.She looked like a cancer patient who had undergone radiotherapy and chemotherapy for a long time, her face was pale and her lips were bloodless.Although there was a sickly tenderness, the hysteria in her eyes exposed her true nature.

On the other hand, when the monk put on the monk's robe, he was completely integrated with the world. Although his expression was serious, and he could even be said to be a vajra with angry eyes, the kind of compassion in his eyes could not be learned by others.

When these two people are together, Yiran is two extremes, but it makes people feel that they are incomparably compatible.

"Men, excuse me." After the monk walked in, he saw Wang Jian's weapon on the table at a glance: "The monk owes you a favor."

"You don't owe me." Wang Shu chuckled, then pointed at Man Hong: "You don't owe me either."

After finishing speaking, Wang Jian lit a cigarette for Lao Zhang Renjun, took one himself, and threw another one to Man Hong: "I said no, I won't do anything I don't want to do, no matter who asks me to do it Do what I want to do, no one can stop me."

Man Hong walked to the sofa with a sad face and said coldly: "Afterwards, I will find someone to meet you in the prison, and I have already taken care of it."

"Also." Wang Jian shook his finger, as if he didn't hear Man Hong's words: "No matter what kind of relationship you have with the monk, the monk is a very clean person, so don't use him."

Man Hong turned her head to look at the monk, smiled slightly, and there was a moment of innocence in her eyes: "You think too badly of me, just like Lin Yaxuan treats you, and I treat Long Ge the same way. Do you think Lin Yaxuan will Using you?"

"Should be. She always asks this guy to pick her up. In fact, she can drive by herself. After all, she just wants to touch Wang Jian's ass." Liang Huanhuan spread her hands: "The hungry old woman is really helpless."

And the monk came over at this time, and sat upright opposite Wang Jian with his hands clasped together: "The monk is going to fulfill the karma, thank you."

"We are friends." Wang Jian smiled: "And I am also for myself, thank you. I am embarrassed to say that."

Man Hong lightly flicked the cigarette ash: "When will we do it?"

"We have to wait for him to come out anyway." Wang Jian leaned on the sofa and looked at the ceiling: "I have already greeted Jiang Zhiyuan, and he will notify me."

"Okay. Then let's go first." Man Hong stood up and squeezed out a smile: "I know you despise me."

"No, I don't dislike anyone." Wang Jian shook his head: "I just don't like it."

As soon as the two men left, Jiang Zhiyuan opened the door in casual clothes, threw a bag of things to Wang Jian, turned around and left.

Wang Jian didn't keep him either. He just opened the thing wrapped in kraft paper and found a gun wrapped in a handkerchief and a stack of data sheets inside.

After opening these things, I found that they were all the physical and specialty data of those mercenaries.After watching it, Wang Jian was amazed. These people were really top-notch mercenaries, basically all kinds of skills were available, and their teamwork ability was extremely strong.Although the data cannot represent actual combat, these things can also make Wang Jian not take it lightly.

"This pistol is specially made." After studying it for a while, Liang Huanhuan said, "It's Jiang Zhiyuan's pistol!"

Wang Jian, who was studying the form, was stunned: "His gun? What do you mean?"

"This is the special equipment of super guns. Don't underestimate this gun. It is a symbol of status, and it is a secret code. The rifling of this gun is unique, and it is the only ID card for super guns. Anyone killed, including the international police, will not investigate. The Sun family has a great career. If you want to get to the bottom of it, he must be innocent, and you will be out of luck. But if you kill someone with this gun , It means that he was assassinated because he violated the interests of the country and the nation. So no one will investigate, since Jiang Zhiyuan was chosen as the super spy, he must have certain responsibilities and authority, so he will give you this."

Liang Huanhuan unloaded the magazine and looked around: "Look, there are special stamps on the bullets, indicating that this is his exclusive firearm." In other words, he wants to help you take the blame. "

"Oh, send me to death, he will be the one to take the blame." Wang Jian nodded: "It's good. "

And the old man chuckled: "He can completely avoid the blame, are you right?"

"Ha, I was just joking." Wang Jian picked up the gun and waved it around: "Basically, you won't be sentenced like this, right."

"Yes, [-]% not. As for sending you to prison, it should be to prevent them from rebelling wildly." Liang Huanhuan sneered: "But even if they retaliate wildly, who has the guts to storm the prison? That's criminal rebellion , implicating the nine clans."

"These guys are really smart." Wang Jian shook his head and sighed, "I didn't think about it."

"Sometimes, political acumen can be used to save one's life." The father-in-law stood up and said, "I'm going to rest. I'm old and I don't have enough energy. Get up early tomorrow morning to pick up your eighth uncle and your senior brothers and sisters."

"Brother and sister? Where did you jump out?"

"Worry-free parents."

Wang Jian let out an oh, and then went to the kitchen to make milk to prepare for bed without saying anything, but in the middle of soaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, poked his head out and asked, "Isn't this bad!"

The old father-in-law replied in the room: "You will know when you think about it.

Wang Jian thought for a while, patted his head and said to himself: "What a miraculous seniority..."

"Wang Jian, come here." Liang Huanhuan stretched out his hand towards Wang Jian: "Come here."

"how?"

"Come and take a look." Liang Huanhuan pointed to a form: "This guy! He is the instructor of the Great Sage!"

Wang Jian was taken aback: "The instructor of the Great Sage?"

As he spoke, he walked over and took the watch: "Unknown ability? Just four words?"

"The instructor of the great sage! He is a little older than the great sage. I only met him once. Later, I heard that he was treasonous because he killed others."

"Because of what?"

"It seems that the gang raped his wife and caused a miscarriage. One person killed 170 people overnight." No one was spared, it was a killing machine. "

Wang Jian nodded: "If you want me to do the same, and... don't those people know how to shout?"

"Now is the time to tell you whether to shout or not? I'm telling you about this guy's fighting power! What the hell are you thinking? I'm worried that you will be beaten to death."

Wang Jian thought for a while, then shook his head: "He should not be able to beat me. If I were him, it would take about an hour to kill 170 people. It took him all night."

"Did you kill one in 20 seconds?"

Wang Jian nodded sincerely: "Theoretically, there is no problem, it will last for an hour and a half."

But Liang Huanhuan frowned: "No, I have to go to the Great Sage. I promised my lady to take care of you. I can't explain when you die."

"If you care about me, just say yes." Wang Jian touched his head: "I won't misunderstand that you like me."

"I'll go...you still have a b-face and don't want it."

Today is an explosion.

There is one more thing that bothers me.It was a friend of mine who posted a book on the same day just told me that he had completely withdrawn from this circle because he couldn't make ends meet. ". In fact, his grades are worse than mine, so I won't mention the title of the book. But it's true when you think about it. After all, he writes full-time, 3000 words a day, and his monthly income is only [-] yuan. It's really better to sell tea eggs.

And when he complained to me today, I suddenly felt a very sad feeling. I can still persist in this job as a hobby, but when one day, the burden of life makes me unable to lift my head, I don’t know. How far can I go? I'm scared. I love telling stories. I love my protagonist. I love my readers. I don't want this to end. Scared. .