Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Coupled with the protracted fighting in the community, this piece of public facilities has temporarily become paralyzed.

In this pothole path less than one hundred meters long, there is only a half-extinguished light bulb, still struggling to support it.

"Keep up, keep up, let's go around my empty house that hasn't been rented out yet and find out about the situation."

"I'm not sure. It's still a mistake to run over this big night. I should come over tomorrow day and meet the leading uncle Yang first."

Qin Guan, who is leading the way, hasn't heard the words here yet. One of the small courtyards that belonged to him is located on the corner, on the side door, and under the window platform. A few dazzling speeds of light.

"Who!"

It turned out to be a few flashlights. On this dark night, people were lit up from several different directions.

The intrusive light also made everyone whose eyes could not be stimulated for a while, subconsciously raised their palms to block the front.

However, Bu Qinglu has always been accustomed to the wind and water, and has never been so provocative. Once his old artillery temper came up, he naturally took the lead in embarrassing: "Hey! Grandson! Will it be used, will it be used! Do you know? The flashlight cannot be directed at people!"

M, when interrogating the prisoner, the high-wattage torture lamp was not covered.

This sudden burst of light instantly reminded most of the sturdy crowd of Bu Qinglu to remember memories that were once not good.

But unlike Bu Qinglu's imagination, his harsh and fierce cries, did not greet the same scolding, but the light emitted by the other's flashlight, the same, did not shut down any one because of his intimidation. Their light source.

On the contrary, there is a strange, very familiar sound of puncturing the air, which is coming towards everyone.

‘嗖~’

‘Slap! ’

"Ouch! Grandson!"

"What is this TM? Not a brick!"

Fortunately, a buddy who won the bid, after taking down the sticky, smelly and unknown object, gave a louder roar of anger.

"Which grandson is so lacking in morals! Bringing rotten eggs!"

After Qin Guan, who stood in the center of the team, heard the three words of rotten eggs, he had a reflex nerve faster than others, which made him squat down with his head in a hurry, coaxing and squatting in a crowd of teams. In the voice, he shouted towards the empty courtyard: "I am the owner! I am the Qin boy! I am back from abroad!"

It was Qin Guan's voice that completely extinguished the chemical and biological weapons that had nowhere to be flown.

And with a conversation like a secret code, the discourse of confirmation was opened.

"Qin Xiao? Qin Guan?"

"Ok!"

"Who brought you to Grandpa Yang's house for dinner?"

"It's Aunt Liu! I've been away for almost a year. Is her old man's body okay?"

After hearing Qin Guan’s answer, the leading voice rang again: “It’s the owner of the courtyard’s east cabin, Qin Guan! It may have been misunderstood!”

As the words of this sentence fell, several lights from all directions of flashlights went out, accompanied by a small yellow-pulled light bulb, which lit up in this small courtyard.

Several uncles and boys wearing only undershirts, vests, and pants, appeared in front of everyone, carrying diagonal baskets.

But at this time, the carefully prepared Bu Qinglu's pedestrian was covered with an egg yolk on his head, and a black line was surrounded by the neighborhood.

"Oh, you won't make it bright when you come back this big night!"

"That's right, Qin Xiaozi, how can you pedestrians walk without sound? This thief's head is not as trained as you."

"That's right! Look at the group of people behind you in the summer. It's okay to wear black. Who can see who is black?"

The attacked crowd hasn't started tugging yet, but the attacking crowd raked.

Fortunately, several of them got their cleaned towels from the neighboring home, but the smell of the shot buddies could not be eliminated after a while.

Qin Guan entered his room and settled down, and then he and the uncle Yang led him to come back to see the situation. By the way, they wished to support their hometown construction and told them about it.

After seeing this group of people who came here, the calm middle-aged people were very happy.

On this recent evening, a little later, there was always a group of unknown people in black. For these foreign aids, which are very sturdy at first glance, they certainly raised their hands in favor.

Of course, if you can ignore the young people in the alley looking at the remaining egg liquid on their heads, the disdainful little eyes are even more perfect.

But in the end is a professional who likes to stimulate. After hearing the people telling the details, Bu Qinglu patted Wang Hailiang's chest next to him: "It is done, wrapped in my brother's body, knocking on the sap, he is good at it. He will definitely help You guys hold it."

"In other words, when did the people come?"

"Almost right now, when you came over..."

"..."

"Cough cough, it's not too late, let's split up. If you are lucky, and you can meet it today, it's over!"

Everyone who heard the greeting was not nonsense, but everyone was busy. Qin Guan instead, like being forgotten, was left in the room.

Bu Qinglu thought that he was a friend there, and it was they who were called to help, and naturally did not use Qin Guan's hands to do it himself.

As a mass of people in a large yard, they thought that it was not easy for Qin Xiaozi to return to his country. Nobody knew him better than this terrain. Don’t catch the bad guys in the end. Instead, he was taken hostage, which is not good.

So Qin Guan was left aggrieved, in this small room lit by a small candle that he didn't even buy.

Just when he pulled out his cell phone with great anguish and planned to send a complaining text message to Cong Nianwei on the other side of the ocean, he heard an indistinct jump from the far away of the yard.

‘Wang Wang Wang Wang! ’

‘Grab this grandson, don’t let him run away, it’s quite cunning! ’

‘Boom! ’

'Damn! Heroes spare lives! ’

‘Don’t hurt, don’t hurt, I have money, I have money! ’

‘Shut up, you! ‘‘Boom! ’

‘Ao~~’

Listening to this means the person was caught? This reflects that it should not be beaten lightly? (To be continued.)