Fake Mechanic

( ) The man froze for a moment, then shook his head.

The fat man didn't believe it, but the other party was still a stranger who met for the first time. For the sake of treating himself to two servings of stinky tofu, he couldn't run over and scratch his face to see if he had the kind of human skin mentioned in ancient books. Mask, he had no choice but to poke the stinky tofu in front of him with his chopsticks, and put it in his mouth in a dispirited manner.

"It looks like you don't believe it. Although I don't know why you ask, but my surname is Tie, and Lao Luo already knew it." As he spoke, he pouted at the boss who happened to bring the third order of stinky tofu.

The boss with a simple and honest face put down the plate and nodded with a smile.

Fatty suddenly gave up.

Thinking about it again is right, there is no such a good thing in reality. If you want to find a disguised Emperor Slayer, you can meet him at any food stall, and the other party will treat you to a meal, lest you miss it. Like him.

What chances and coincidences come true, they are all deceiving people in the book.

There are countless food stalls in Tokyo with a population of tens of millions, and the ones with a small chance can only appear in the story.

Sighing, the fat man felt that the stinky tofu was not as fragrant as before.

Uncle Jupal saw that the fat man was depressed, and asked curiously, "You want to find someone? Don't you know his last name without knowing his face?"

The fat man shook his head, he had something to say with the gun butt first, and he couldn't bring up Lu Boyan's matter with a third person. He could only let others misunderstand without explaining more.

However, the other party's unintentional words made him stunned again.

Uncle Tie stretched out his giant palm and rubbed his eyebrows, "It's strange, the person I'm looking for is also named Lu, it seems that you and I are really destined."

The six-dimensional space theory that Wei told him before suddenly flashed in the fat man's head. If you want to know any stranger, you only need to find at most six people related to it, and you can get in touch.

Zou Yafu, Fan Xiaoshan, Xiao Mi, the owner of the snack bar, Uncle Tie...

Could it be that the person he was looking for was the same as himself, also Lu Boyan who killed the emperor? !

The fat man felt a chill on his back, and his hand holding the chopsticks hung in the air for a long time without moving. After trembling slightly, the piece of black stinky tofu finally fell down with a bang, fell on the table and turned over twice. , leaving a clear trace of oil stains.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, the fat man asked in a trembling voice, "Uncle Tie, how do you know that the food in this small shop is delicious? Was it introduced by that surnamed Lu?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but he still nodded, "Well, a long time ago, he said that although the store is small, it is a first-class delicacy. He brought me here to eat."

Fatty's heart skipped a beat again, he likes delicious food... The gun butt said that Lu Boyan would only appear in places where there are both delicious food and beautiful women, but there is only one condition met here, do you still think about the best in everything?

He turned his head and glanced at Lao Luo, who was fat and smiling, who had been serving stinky tofu all the time. The light of hope in the fat man's heart began to dim again. No matter how you look at it, this fat boss who seems to have old cold legs is not like a flower. The great beauty of jade.

Uncle Tie, who seems to regard stinky tofu as his lifeblood, finished eating a plate, and at the same time dragged the freshly baked plate in front of him. Right and wrong, Lao Luo's daughter was not married at that time, so the slut who helped carry things here can only rely on himself now. Hey, Lao Luo, your daughter is okay, hasn't she been bullied by her man? "

The second half of the sentence was yelled at the shop owner, and Lao Luo still nodded with a silly smile, humming repeatedly.

Uncle Tie’s words are a bit special. Fatty seldom hears the word girl, that is, He Jiu, who speaks in a southern dialect, popped it out of his mouth twice. Now that fatty hears it again, he realizes that Uncle Tie speaks the common language of the Commonwealth very well. Compared with He Jiu, but what shocked him more was not the other party's words and tone, but the information point that made him ignite the fire of hope again!

The fat man smiled dryly, his tone of voice trembling uncontrollably, "Uncle... well, isn't Boss Luo's daughter pretty?"

"The brand is bright," Uncle Tie muttered with his mouth full of delicious food, and finally swallowed the mouthful of tofu before he answered clearly, "Of course it's beautiful, we all joked at that time that it was definitely not Lao Luo's kind."

The loyal boss over there didn't mind, instead he looked at this side and smiled, and squeezed out a few words that seemed to be familiar, "Follow her mother, follow her mother, hehe."

At this time, Fatty's mood can no longer be described as ups and downs, and the whole village is too civilized. Only by experiencing it personally can one know this strange feeling.

Now that the two conditions have been met, the only thing left is to reveal the answer!

"Uncle, can you tell me the name of your friend?"

Seeing the fat man following closely, he seemed to be very interested in what he said. The middle-aged uncle wiped his mouth with his giant palm regardless of his appearance, and then picked up the napkin in the paper box on the table to wipe his hands. Fatty's special hobbies immediately wowed him, why don't you just wipe your mouth with a tissue?

While picking his teeth with his tongue, he waited for Lao Luo to deliver the next order of stinky tofu, and asked back with a smile.

"Who said that I and Lu are friends?"

As soon as these words came out, Fatty felt a chilling breath rushing towards his face, although it was only for a moment, it made his hair stand on end, and even the heat in his body was surging continuously, following the movement of Yueyue Tianzhao The route runs wildly on its own, and it seems that it can't wait to find a vent to wreak havoc.

The eyes of the middle-aged uncle seemed to flash the cold light of the edges and corners of the mech, but he just stayed still on the small wooden stool, sitting on the top of the mountain and listening to the strong momentum of the wind, which made passers-by within a few meters nearby cast casual glances look.

Fatty could clearly hear that he was not a friend, his voice was not loud, it was as casual as saying a good comment about stinky tofu, but the people around him seemed to be touched by some invisible thing, and the body naturally responded , they all looked this way at the same time.

This scene was watched by Fatty, and the creepy feeling in his heart made him unable to contain himself. He was the first to face this momentum. Although he tried his best to suppress it, Yueyue Amaterasu still leaked a little from his fingertips.

There was only a clicking sound, and the chopsticks in his hand broke into two pieces at the same time due to the heavy pressure.

Wei's voice rang in his ears.

"He is strong!"

No need to remind Wei, the chill on Fatty's back is the best proof.

The inexplicable chill from when he shot the killer a thousand meters away from his back appeared again. Obviously, the middle-aged uncle said the same thing a second ago.

Killing intent!

A light rhetorical question actually brought out a trace of invisible and intangible killing intent, which triggered an instinctive reaction in Fatty's body, causing him to break the chopsticks by mistake.

Fatty didn't expect that this seemingly slovenly and casual Uncle Tie turned out to be such a secretive figure. The only thing he can be thankful for is that his killing intent was just a flash, and it wasn't aimed at himself.

At this point, the fat man can already conclude that the one he said before is waiting for only one person!

The old man deified by the Federation.

Emperor Slayer Lu Boyan!

He didn't find the person he was looking for, but he found the enemy of the person he was looking for. Fatty's seven orifices were out of place for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

After a while, a silent complaint popped out from the bottom of my heart.

I cao.