Chapter 939: : He doesn't understand her love

It was from Wang Damao.
Wang Damao didn't use this name originally, because he had a peanut-sized black constriction on his left cheek, which was covered with black hair, so other people call him Damao.
Over time, his real name was forgotten.
Regardless of Wang Damao's inelegant name, his body is as burly as a bear, but this servant is a sissy.
Had it not been for the name Wang Damao, who had been called since he was young, it is estimated that he would have been called Wang Niangpao.
A person actually has two vivid nicknames, which is also a strange thing.
What makes Wang Damao even more strange is that he is not only a gambler who does not lose to Lao Min, but also a matchmaker-and the matchmaking success rate is as high as 70%.
It is said that a certain marriage agency had to dig him heavily.
"If you have something to say directly, I am very busy now."
An hour ago, it was Lao Min who was drunk with Wang Damao in a small restaurant. By now, he was no longer drunk and his speech was clear.
"Haha, Lao Min, it seems unpleasant to hear your voice."
Wang Damao, who weighs only a couple of hundred kilograms, speaks in a beautiful voice----"Have you got the money?"
"No."
Lao Min replied dullly, "Anything else? Don't beep if it's okay."
Before returning home, Lao Min and Da Mao, the pair of losers today, agreed to take the money and continue to return to the game, and they wanted to get rid of the winners.
However, he didn't want to tell anyone the danger he had just experienced.
Lao Min just wanted to be quiet and plan a wonderful life in the future.
He wants to let his daughter know: "Although you are dead husband-barely count as a husband. But your father is not dead. I can still make you proud of me like you did when you were a child, and gradually regain your former happiness ."
"Oh, neither do I. The old lady at home is not going to give it to her life or death. I scorn her brother-in-law."
Wang Damao cursed, and the topic changed: "Oh, yes. Although I didn't get the money when I got home, I got good news."
Lao Min didn't speak, took out the cigarette from his pocket, put it on his mouth and walked to the balcony.
"That stinky lady in my family is not useless. She really did the thing I entrusted her to do the other day."
Wang Damao smiled triumphantly and urged: "Lao Min, come out quickly and let people have a good talk with you."
Lao Min's mouth trembled, and he whispered, "Thank you. However, my daughter now has a sweetheart."
After saying these words, Lao Min disconnected the call without waiting for Wang Damao to say anything.
In order to help her daughter get out of the pain of "losing her husband", she will never tie her head with white silk again, making it like a real little widow. Lao Min racked his brains, and with the help of Wang Damao, he thought of a must Good way.
Wang Damao's wife has a nephew who has just transferred from the army. The young man is 1.83 meters tall and handsome.
Regardless of his own conditions or family background, he and Min Rou can be regarded as close friends.
If Min Rou, who was in the pain of losing her husband, came out of the pain, only a new handsome guy would appear in her life and slowly drive away her beloved devil.
But this is easy to say, but difficult to do.
Lao Min knew very well the virtues of his daughter-Wang Damao offered advice and could arrange a good show.
After seeing the photos of Min Rou, the nephew who agreed with her will unconditionally follow the arrangement of the two elders, and all the expenses of finding someone to do errands are covered by him.
In fact, Wang Damao's coup is worthless.
It is to find someone to act as a bad guy, find an opportunity to bully Min Rou, and her nephew will show up in time.
The hero saves the beauty.
In the end, she captured the hearts of beauties and embraced them.
Although this routine is old-fashioned, the more old it is, the more effective it will be.
Wang Damao is like a general strategizing, and he has delegated the specific implementation steps of the plan to his wife.
He went home tonight to ask for money-after being scolded, his wife told him that the plan could be implemented.
So, he happily called Lao Min.
Unexpectedly, Lao Minhui was severely irritated and decided to reform from now on, follow her daughter's choice, and vowed to work hard to make her happy.
After blocking all the mobile phone numbers of Wang Damao and other gamblers, Lao Min had an unprecedented ease.
There is also loss.
Life in a casino is far more exciting and exciting than ordinary people's life.
Especially thinking of the 22-year-old daughter who is going to be a widow for Li's death, and let this little yellow flower slowly wither, Lao Min feels distressed to the point, and sighs to the sky, "Hey, Li Nanfang, you This is a crime. You know?"
After Li Nanfang's death, the sins committed by him were far more than Min Rou.
Toyo.
Tokyo.
In a certain private training hall, Gala, who was standing at the door, glanced at the hall from time to time.
In the plastic field, a woman wearing a black judo uniform, her forehead and waist, but tightly wrapped by a white silk, was hissing and screaming, holding a wooden katana in both hands, like crazy, one after another The coach chopped off.
All women have surprising perseverance.
This has a direct relationship with their female body structure.
In terms of explosive power and force, generally speaking, they are far worse than men.
But in terms of endurance, one woman can beat three men when doing something within her capacity.
For example, a man and a woman are pulling weeds in a field. At the beginning, it must be a man who is quick and swishing for a while, which can pull a woman far away.
But when they start the second round, they will feel obvious powerlessness.
On the other hand, women will always maintain the state they just started.
The same is true for practicing knives.
When Ueshima Sakura decided to practice swordsmanship, the heavily hired coach once told her that she had to cut 1,500 dollars a day, and she would only get a small result in a few months.
As a result, it has been more than seven months since the day of the training, and Sakura on the island would cut three thousand knives every day.
Even in the first few days, her arms swelled twice as thick due to frequent slashing.
She didn't give up, she insisted.
God admires this hardworking woman most, and soon let her hard work be rewarded.
The first coach hired heavily, as early as two months ago, was no longer her opponent, took a bonus, and went happily.
The current coach is called Koyama Jiro. He came out of the old forest in the deep mountains of the East. He was in his fifties. He was one and a half meters tall. He looked inconspicuous with his face full of bitter and hatred.
But he was the younger brother of the head of the Toyo Swordsman and the ex-husband of Sakura on the island, a good friend of the man who was hanged by Li Nanfang.
I heard that after the wife of the old man vowed to learn martial arts, Koyama Jiro took the initiative to come to the door. After showing a little coquettishness, he convinced the woman and worshipped him as a teacher.
A master is a master.
Koyama Jiro not only wants to exercise the martial arts of Ueshima Sakura, but also to temper her cruelty.
A martial artist, if he wants to become a super master, not only has to have subtle moves, the key is to have bloodthirsty determination.
Only bloodthirsty can a martial artist can arouse the potential in her bones. When fighting people desperately, she can often cut the winner in training under the horse.
The Eastern Sword Stream was originally regarded as the largest cult in the mainland, and was despised by the righteous.
Ueshima Sakura's natural body flexibility and her childhood dance foundation provide the most favorable conditions for her to become a quick master.
Coupled with her almost crazy persistence, Koyama Jiro taught it twice with half the effort.
Of course, Koyama Jiro didn't pass on his unique skills to Sakura Ueshima in vain.
After all, there is no love for no reason, is it?
Every ten days, Ueshima Sakura will provide Koyama Jiro with a junior high school student, which is his reward.
In Toyo, as long as you are willing to spend money, you will never have to worry about not having a childish junior high school student, and you will be willing to serve a man in the mountains.
"stop!"
When there was a cry, Koyama Jiro swung a knife to cut off the slash of Ueshima Sakura, leaped behind him, and screamed to stop.
Ueshima Sakura immediately placed the knife on her right shoulder diagonally, staring down at the floor slightly, sweat dripping down her chin.
The sword she was carrying was very peculiar. It was half shorter than a normal samurai sword.
It's like a wooden samurai sword being broken abruptly from it.
Broken knife flow.
If you don't use a short knife, it is considered a broken knife flow?
There are clouds in Chinese martial arts, one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, and one inch dangerous.
The short knife is more suitable for women who lack strength but are dexterous.
"Change the knife."
Koyama Jiro's eyes looked at Ueshima Sakura, a touch of satisfaction flashed, and he said in a gloomy tone.
Gala, who was waiting at the door, ran over immediately.
A real knife made of stainless steel is held flat in both hands.
Broken knife.
The blood trough is deep, and on the blade of the snow pattern, there seems to be blood stains that were used yesterday.
In order to temper the cruel nature of the supple Sakura Ueshima, Koyama Jiro became her coach and asked her to kill a living creature every day.
At the beginning, it was a little sheep.
Subsequently, the little sheep was replaced by a puppy.
Later, it was replaced by a big dog.
Last week, according to Koyama Jiro's instructions, Gala replaced her prey with a wolf.
So far, Sakura on the island has killed 21 sheep, 29 puppies, 30 big dogs, and 4 evil wolves.
Ueshima Sakura took a deep breath, handed the wooden knife to Gala, and took the broken knife from his hand.
When the woman took the broken knife, Gala, who hadn't really seen her in his eyes many years ago, unexpectedly shuddered after looking at her inadvertently.
In his impression, even if Sakura Ueshima was forced by her bosses to dare to neglect her and had to kill an undercover, she was still a woman made of water-especially every time she saw her under the collar When there was a touch of astonishing whiteness, Gala would sway in her heart and start thinking about things.
But now, even if he gave him ten more guts, Gala didn't dare to think about her.
I would only complain in my heart that Boss Li died when he died, so why bother to change a human figure into a of death.
Only the of death will have Ueshima Sakura without any emotions, only cold eyes.
Gala admits that Sakura on the island now is more suitable to be the big head of drug trafficking in the East than her second husband.
After the news of Li Nanfang's death came, Shangdao Sakura, who did not eat, drink, sleep or talk for two days, found the best tattoo artist in the East, and stabbed a black python on her crystal back.
And that black skull, reflecting each other.
It was from that day that the Ueshima Sakura was no longer the original Ueshima Sakura.
Her face is still so beautiful, her waist is still so soft, but her whole body is full of embarrassment.
For this reason, Gala was puzzled: "Isn't it normal for a woman to die and a man? Is it necessary to make such a big change?"
He does not understand the love of Sakura on the island.
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