This player has some conscience, but not much

"???"

The man sitting opposite Shi Qing felt his head was buzzing and he had a feeling from above, well, he really wanted to beat that woman up.

But this is obviously a Western restaurant, so my fists are clenched.

The main reason is that this man praises and scolds one sentence, but has no idea what the other person wants to say next.

Shi Qing said with a smile: "If you want to be with me, you must first give me half of your assets. Then, we must sign an agreement. If we get divorced in the future, you cannot take the money back."

The blond man was startled again.

"Yes, yes." The man gritted his teeth.

However, Shi Qing squinted his eyes again and said with a smile: "I still want to be with you, but your face and facial features are indeed very sad. Dear relatives, please donate five million points of virtue first.

Only then can I be with you."

The blond man stopped again, but Shi Qing didn't waste any more words, turned around and left with his bag in hand.

Just after leaving the western restaurant, Shi Qing answered a phone call.

It was Qin Yudie calling, "If you have something to do, come to Wa Street."

...

Bai Wuhen was sitting in a dark room with his upper body naked at the moment. The clothes on his upper body had been taken off, and old wounds and new wounds were intertwined, like strips of flesh-colored earthworms and centipedes crawling on him.

He had just released an extremely dangerous copy and managed to save his life.

An old man was sitting behind him, applying acupuncture on his important acupuncture points.

There are more than one needles falling in every place, and the needle tails are trembling in clusters.

The old man's beard and hair were all white, but there was a stern look in his eyes.

But I saw him clasping his hands together, patting open the sealing mud of a white ceramic jar that was well sealed, wiping his palms on a wet towel, pouring liquor from the bowl next to him, and then putting his palms together and inserting it into the ceramic jar.

in.

Then, he slapped Bai Wuhen's back hard with both palms.

This palm was obviously made with all his strength. The muscles of the old man's forearm were knotted and the lines were tightened. They were constantly rubbing and slapping between the gaps of the silver needles.

Bai Wuhen's face was pale, his whole body looked extremely weak, and his lips were pursed tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

After half an hour, the old man slowly stopped his hand, and Bai Wuhen fell to the ground as if he was slowly losing his strength.

At this time, the mobile phone in Bai Wuhen's pocket rang.

He received a call from Qin Yudie.

Bai Wuhen immediately sat up, resisting the fatigue on his body, put on a white suit, and slowly put on white gloves, which he would definitely wear when fighting.

This is not a prop, but some of his own habits - mysophobia.

In movies, the image of a killer is often covered in blood and sticky like pulp.

But in the eyes of your noble son Bai Wuhen, this image is simply that of a barbarian with a brain problem.

He loves to be clean, even when fighting, he will deliberately avoid open wounds that are prone to bleeding.

If he must see blood, he will wear gloves to control the angle of bleeding from the wound. Blood on his skin or clothes is never allowed. At most, his white gloves will be stained.

...

After this incident occurred at Los Angeles High School, the official organization [Tiangang Disha] immediately took action.

Many members of [Tiangang Disha] who were still on vacation also quickly started to take action, and all parties responded. This is the power of [Tiangang Disha].

...