Chapter 144: Wings!

The huge chimney spewed crimson smoke into the sky.
Large chunks of weird dead white stopped Li Yan on his way.
Li Yan looked around for a while, picked up a brick from the ground, and threw it towards those graffiti-like dead white.
"rustle……"
There was a rustle like snowflakes on a TV screen.
The bricks were swallowed up without any trace. To be precise, the bricks touched the dead white part and disappeared.
Li Yan's eyes were cold, and with a crooked head, the Dodge Tomahawk broke through the highway railing and rushed towards the wilderness.
...
Midnight falls.
The sticky night spread out, and various strange strangeness emerged from the streets and alleys of Yandu City.
The blood dripped, the bus's headlights were gloomy green, and the tank's blood spewed out, ticking away.
The driver in the car was dark-eyed, with a strange smile on his face, waiting for the next passenger.
Then accidentally stepped on the accelerator and drove the bus into a large area of ​​dead white ...
"Meat ~ Bun"
On the Red Star bike, the old man who was sipping on a "meal bag" kicked hard, but in the foam box tied to the back seat, there were heads.
He woke his throat and walked through the streets and alleyways, his skinny face showing a hungry wolf.
"rustle……"
A thick, dead white was wiped off from the top of his head, as if the literati Moker had drank his wine, and he set off his pen and splashed with ink.
Wipe your head, your chest, your wheels.
Only one dead white wiped off.
The old bicycle ghost turned into a clueless, strange white matter.
Then, completely drowned.
Panjiayuan.
Here today, rubbing my shoulders and squeezing the street, there is a pitiful little girl with dark eyes squatting under the tea table.
"That person with the surname Pei can't bring back ten people, you owe us not yet. Then what is your impermanence, don't we say more?"
The old man, who looked like a skull, had eyes protruding, and his bright red tongue stretched old.
"Nonsense, please come to Huangchenggen and the headline alley, just to clear the accounts in person, don't chew my tongue behind his motherly ground."
Impermanence in a white hat pouted.
He opened his hat with two big iron galls and laughed when he heard it.
"You speak with impermanence, of course we are trustworthy, otherwise, the decree will not be given to you."
Everyone was talking and talking. But everyone's face was excited and bloodthirsty.
That's ten living people.
"Well, what the is this?"
In the crowd, the little ghost dressed as Xiao Liba pointed forward, and a fingernail-sized piece of dead white hovered in front of the tip of his nose.
As he said, he moved forward with his cold fingers and gently.
Overwhelming!
One after another the dead white waved wildly on the long street. The rustling sound was terrifying.
The ghosts of the overcast city couldn't even reveal their terror, and they were easily wiped away.
It seems that the artist wiped out the obsolete paper.
Everything comes to nothing.
...
Yan Fu, the ancient bronze pavilion.
The hall is dark in color, with only simple coffee tables and a few wooden spring and autumn chairs.
"Where is Yun Wenji?"
The man was blowing the paper cup in his hand, and was discouraged. The paper said "The world is useless".
He looked pale and in his early thirties, a white sweater, and Nike sneakers.
Ten categories, the host.
"I didn't let her come."
The short-haired man had a naked upper body, showing six pack abs.
He had a towel around his neck, pale green army pants on his lower body, and a long eyebrow.
Ten categories, Yuzhu.
Jie Zhuo took a sip of boiling water: "So, what are you going to explain when someone comes?"
The short-haired man scratched his hair: "I said, my daughter-in-law has come for a holiday. What's wrong with me? Do you think it's reasonable?"
"..."
The host put down the paper cup and smiled bitterly: "Peng, you, you can't change your life in a suffocating life."
The man laughed out of a deep dimple: "Come on, my brothers, who don't know who, and pretend to be three grandchildren."
As he said, he put a face on his face: "Is it true or false to find Si Fan's person in the decentralization incident? Is it true that the old man in the red middle school borrowed a topic to play with me?"
"it is true."
The host nodded: "The signs of fruit shedding are quite obvious. It is Sifan that is right."
"Is it……"
The short-haired man looked down: "Which one is Sifanli? Worry, love, parting, or asking?"
"No matter who it is, this matter is quite tricky. You can drag and drop, you can fool and you can fool. The Five Immortals Lord may want you to take the lead. To deal with the eight sufferings and the Lord Sifan."
"Nothing happened for two years. Why did Sifan come out again?"
"I'm afraid it has something to do with the siege of Taisui last time. I told you not to be impulsive ..."
Jie Ji paused: "Oh, yes, I'm afraid that the encirclement was not your order."
The short-haired man didn't speak, but the host holding the paper cup shook his head: "Sooner or later you die in the woman's hand, Yunwen Ji."
Jiezhu's face blandly blew the boiling water in the glass. Both looked up at the same time.
On the other side of the main hall, three tall dwarf figures walked slowly, and in the middle was an old man in a Tang suit with white spots and black spots on his forehead.
On the left is a tall, clear-cut beautiful woman, Yu Shiyun.
On the right is a seven or eight year old boy wearing a suit and a red bow tie.
Yes, how it looks like Conan.
Yu Shiyun, wearing rose-colored high-heeled shoes, sat opposite the two, nodding slightly: "Old rules, I will replace the landlord Houtu and participate in this resolution."
"Xia Geng's corpse, in lieu of Ghost Poor Qi, participates in this resolution."
Said the little boy.
The old man in the Tang costume had a majestic look. Although it was not intentional, it still gave a sense of crisis. His voice was hoarse: "At least six masters will participate in the hall, or one less."
The introducer holding the paper cup raised his hand: "Chu Jiuyin said, I can fully represent his opinions."
The old man in Tangzhuang was silent for a while: "All right."
He looked at the short-haired man: "Peng, what about Wenwen Ji?"
The short-haired man didn't care: "Oh, she's an example ..."
"People under her control have made such a big omission that Qingqiuhu can hardly blame her. She is rectifying her subordinates and is preparing to give up all the authority to run Yan Fu.
So I can't come for the time being. In addition to the role of participating in the hall discussion, Yu Zhu, as Hu Wenji's husband, has full authority to participate in the hall discussion. "
The referrer interrupted the short-haired man. That is justified.
"it is good."
The old man in Tang suit nodded without entanglement.
"Everyone knows that since two years ago, Tai Sui has betrayed Si Fan, Si Fan's eight bitter name has survived, and the master of Si Fan has disappeared, but just six hours ago, there was a large-scale" fruit shedding "phenomenon in God Jiazi 884."
"In principle, Si Fan was involved in the Yan Fu incident. As the owner responsible for checking the Yan Fu incident, I can hardly blame him."
"But when I examined the ins and outs of the matter, I found the culprit. Others."
The old man in Tangzhuang's eyebrows wrinkled: "It was Yu Wenji, who used the name of the owner to privately sell personal information of low-lying walking and interfered with the normal operation of the Yan Fu incident, so that Sifan's people got bored! I received many reports of walking , And there is a lot of evidence to prove this, if necessary, I can confront with Wenwen Ji, or Yuzhu. "
After a long time, Master Shi Yu coughed, "Master Yu, do you know this?"
No one spoke, and the host touched the shorts of a man with short hair.
Short-haired man wakes up like a dream: "Did you finish?"
Yu Shiyun was not angry, just nodded gently.
"Well, this is what the old man in Hongzhong said, and I passed through my mother-in-law."
The short-haired man crossed his fingers, but the words spoke surprised the people present.
"Simply put, the words of the old man in Hongzhong are basically true. However, it is not Li Wenji who leans on. The planners of the business are me. I admit everything."
Jiezhu squeezed the paper cup, and the water spilled.
"Shan Fan, I will solve it. I will make up for the consequences caused by the falling fruit. I will also carry Yan Fu's orders, and I will not do anything about your five immortals. I do n’t want to Anyone mentioned it. "
The short-haired man, or the owner of the feather, looked around.
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