Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

"Oh, Lord Tianmu, please forgive me if I miss you far away."

As soon as I got out of the car, the old man with the appearance of a deacon greeted me and bowed respectfully and solemnly: "Thank you for coming from afar, please come inside."

"How many times have I been here? Where can I use people to lead the way."

Sheng Tianmu waved his hand: "Where are Arakawa and the others?"

The deacon froze for a moment, then hesitated: "Patriarch he..."

"You don't need to make any excuses. I'm talking to Ochiai and Jiu, where are I, right? Tea room? Or a secret room? It doesn't matter, just take me there. Later, if the Chiba family comes, I will trouble you to lead the way."

Sheng Tianmu walked forward at will, and instructed the old deacon: "As for this paper-loving gentleman, you must know that, just take him to the table."

The order was given without any explanation.

It's like I'm the master here.

In his gaze, the old deacon was dull, and for a long time, he squatted and nodded: "Please allow me to convey..."

"Don't all young people like to use mobile phones now? I just call them and it will be over. Can they still talk about secrets behind my back."

Sheng Tianmu rushed all the way, relying on his identity as one of the five big brothers, rushed into the quiet room of Arakawa's house, and directly opened the door.

"Oh, where are you all?" The old man grinned and waved at the unhappy faces that turned his head inside.

"Are you talking about something obscure behind your back? Can you let me listen to it?"

He pulled a mat directly over, sat across from a few people, and raised his hand to signal: "Go on, go on, when the old man doesn't exist... Who! Give me a cup of tea, let me taste this year in the Arakawa tea garden How's your harvest."

"If you want to listen, you must be quiet, and you must be born with Tianmu."

The man who smoked the rod was wearing a black Yingzhou-style robe. He knelt on the ground and looked over. He was the master of my house for a long time. He looks about forty years old, but his hair is gray and aging.

The head of the Ochiai family said nothing.

As the only woman among the five big brothers, she looks no different from the traditional older women in Yingzhou. Dressed in a simple and solemn long dress, with his hair curled up, his expression was cold and calm.

After being disturbed by this old guy, everyone obviously didn't have the nature to continue talking.

Immediately afterwards, Sheng Tianmu opened his mouth on his knees.

"Since you're all done...then the old man, let's say something."

He smiled happily, and asked straightforwardly: "How about letting the old man be the president of the League this time? If you have money, you can negotiate, and you will never be wronged."

As he said, he also gestured to count money.

Looks like a rogue and rascal.

"Are you dreaming?" The head of the Arakawa family looked over indifferently, "Could it be that I can't? I can't?"

"Of course it's because you are not suitable, Jun Jun."

Shengtianmu sighed: "Once you are in position, you will surely cause messy things. Maybe you all provoked a bit, and you'll be foolishly making enemies everywhere... Hey, don't get angry for now, look, you're even provoking me. Can't bear it. When the time comes, the leader of the Iron King Party snorted when he saw you, wouldn't you be about to go to full-scale war?"

For a long time, the head of my house knocked on the cigarette stick, raised his head and asked, "Can't I?"

"Of course you are the best. When you are young and strong, you dare to fight and work hard, and you have a sophisticated calculation. To be honest, it's more appropriate than being old, but how..."

Sheng Tianmu shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "I don't have any manpower in my family for a long time. Even if you give you the alliance, you can't move it?

Ah, as for the little girl Ochiai, don’t talk. It’s not that the old man discriminates against you. Although you are very capable and powerful, the old man really admires it-but the things like women in the house are spread out, let alone the outsiders, the people below Will not convince the public. "

The hostess of the Ochiai family glanced at him coldly, without speaking.

She knew this well.

At the beginning, I was probably the person farthest from the position of the president, so I was happy to watch the show.

She hated the old man for too long, so she didn't mind giving him a little more wrench.

"As for the guy Chiba Ryuji, he is indeed a good choice, but his character is..."

The old man shook his head helplessly: "It is true that Long Er is the talent of ZTE. He will bring Chiba back from the brink of collapse again, and he will be able to become bigger and stronger. But I think that after he becomes the president, he will definitely go to prostitute first. All the brothels of the Alliance, and then play with hundreds and eighty women. In the end, they were killed by women on the bed or something..."

After speaking, he pointed to himself, and after taunting all his opponents, he sincerely recommended himself: "In contrast, the old are so old and can't be hardened. Isn't it very reliable?"

Everyone's faces are not very beautiful.

Before he was talking, Arakawa sneered.

The quarrel began again.

When Qianye Ryuji, who smelled of red wine and perfume, arrived late, when he walked into the room, he heard the sound of Shengtianmu's decision.

"Okay, just at your request from Arakawa-you and my family, according to the rules of the extreme, will win or lose in the league!"

Even if he didn't hear anything, Chiba Ryuuji couldn't help but want to cover his face.

This speed is outrageous.

He was **** late for three minutes!

Did that guy from the Arakawa family... fall into the old man's pit again?

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At the same time, Huai Shi finally realized the local characteristic of Yingzhou—cold violence that outsiders must taste.

The hustle and bustle of the venue is full of seats at the moment, and the atmosphere is warm. All the team leaders from the alliance have enjoyed tea and chat. The atmosphere is warm.

Only within three meters of Huai Shi, it was frosty and silent.

Everyone sat upright and drank tea without squinting. Except for the attendants from the Arakawa family who occasionally came to add water, no one paid any attention to him.

Under this situation, Huai Shi had already picked up her feet in idleness.

No way, the signals inside were blocked, and even the channel of the Astronomical Society was interfered. But if you use source-based communication, the chance of being discovered is too high.

The radio has been silent long ago.

No way to play with mobile phones.

I can only see a few geishas writhing and wringing with the performance in the field, which makes people want to yawn.

I want the subordinates here to find a comic for themselves. The subordinates are **** and don't know where it is—just kidding, wait for the boss above to speak, and you are amused by reading the comic below.

When the boss sees it, it's fine to write a note in your heart. In case you need to find out who gave this silly manga, do you want your little finger?

Soon, Huaishi gave up

After all, he reads comics just for fun.

But if you want to be happy, you have to be happy...

As the saying goes, no joy is achieved, and joy begins again.

If you don't play with me, then I will play by myself.

Huai Shi raised his hand, called the next person, pointed at the twisted geisha and luthier, and said, "Call me one and let me order a song."

After the geisha came here respectfully, he squeezed his chin, looked at the white powder falling from her face, and suddenly asked, "Will "Best Bliss Pure Land" dance?"

"..." The geisha was stunned and shook her head.

"Forget it, I guess you won't know those vulgar ones. Come to an elegant one." Huai Shi patted the table and said, "Dump into "Swan Lake"!"

"..." The geisha was dull, showing an awkward and polite smile.

I'm already swearing in my stomach-jumping to the Swan Lake that your mother sells. This product looks good, what's the matter with your mind?

Don't say she can't jump, even if she wears this dress, she has to be able to jump.

"Guest, guest, do you have anything else to see?"

She reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and looked at the direction behind her embarrassedly: It means that you don't appreciate it, don't stop her making money.

Huai Shi still wanted to see a two-person turn, but after thinking about it, there was only one geisha. He couldn't turn it around, maybe even a little widow could not sing on the grave.

Suddenly dull, he sighed and waved and said, "You go."

The geisha was given a pardon, but she got rid of the nasty criticism and got up in a panic to prepare to run, but the musician behind her was stopped: "Hey, the dancers are leaving, what are you going..."

Huai Shi stretched out her hand and pointed to the shamisen in the hands of the piano master Dao Ran: "That thing~www.wuxiaspot.com~Let me play."

The piano master instinctively wanted to refuse, but he was stiffened by those eyes, and his fingers couldn't help shaking. But when this man grinned and smiled, he felt close and shaken from the bottom of his heart.

I heard what my mother said to my uncle when I was young: The child is still young and ignorant, just play with him...

Every time he said this, his uncle would have that kind of ‘generous and generous’ smile on his face, which made him remember his life.

And when he reacted from his memories, the shamisen in his hand had been directly pulled out by Huai Shi.

Huai Shi held it in his hand, just like holding a pipa. After making two random plucks, he felt something was wrong, and then he reached out and pulled out the remaining picks in the hands of the luthier.

"Oh, this little thing is almost like a guitar."

With the shamisen in her arms, Huai Shi tried a few notes at will. There are also various plucking techniques in the cello, but it is not difficult to get started.

With such a high level of cello playing, there are no gaps. Besides, which player can only play one musical instrument? He even practiced four-handed playing with Ai Qing when he was a child. I really miss it when I think about it.

Recalling the past, Huai Shi's mouth raised a nostalgic smile.

Bowing his head, he plucked the strings of the shamisen.

The clank whispered like the cold sound of ice breaking, spreading in all directions, stagnating the noise in the venue. Immediately, the dexterous notes jumped in everyone's ears.

With immense joy and jubilation.

Mi, 唻, pull-Mi, 唻, abe...

So familiar, as if the prelude to be carved into the DNA flows briskly, Huaishi raised his eyebrows, shaking his head in this nostalgic melody.

"Hey, youngmen!"