Chapter 159 Just don't give

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Chapter 159 Just don't give

In the end, the foot was still not kicked out because there were two sharp gazes always staring at him. He said politely, turned around and ran away, leaving Yang Hongfa alone in the wind and was messy. Cheng Bo was not messy, and even a little stunned.

He stared blankly at the closed door, his mind full of the portrait of Mona Lisa.

He guessed that 70 to 80% of the portrait of Mona Lisa was in the hands of Mr. Wang, but he never expected that Mr. Wang would hang this world-famous painting very casually in the entrance hall. He really didn't know what to say.

Perhaps, this is the gap between mortals and banished immortals.

In the eyes of mortals, something extremely precious is just a very ordinary item.

Suddenly, Cheng Bo noticed another very strange thing. What kind of watch is this? Why is the case covered with a faint purple mist? Wang Liang also noticed that Cheng Bo was looking at the amethyst mechanical watch on his wrist. His eyes were rounded and full of the words "want", so he almost reached out to grab it.

"What are you doing?" Wang Liang raised his arm, looked at the watch on his wrist, and said, "Do you want to take away my extremely precious amethyst mechanical watch?" As he said, he pointed to the jade pendant hanging around his waist, "This jade pendant was given to me by Qin Shihuang himself, why not take it away together?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Cheng Bo instantly blushed and grunted for a long time before he said with a smile: "How can I do it! I just want the bronze candle dragon at the door. Mr. Wang, you have so many treasures, and you don't have this one, just..."

Halfway through the talk, he was interrupted by Wang Liang, "I have no door at the same time!"

After saying this, Cheng Bo did not do anything. Yang Hongfa, who was standing next to him, kept jumping around anxiously, as if a little rabbit was ejaculated, and was muttering, "Bronze Candle Dragon, the exquisite bronze Candle Dragon!"

At the critical moment, Cheng Bo grabbed Yang Hongfa, sighed and said, "I'm disturbed. I hope Mr. Wang can preserve this national treasure well. We. We are back."

When I said the last few words, I felt almost crying.

Wang Liang was not moved at all. If they had not had that high desire for this bronze dragon, maybe he would give it to him. Now the more they wanted the bronze dragon, the more he would not give it to him. The main focus was a "angry!"

Hehehehe.

Yang Hongfa was pulled by Cheng Bo and jumped out of the factory gate, like a zombie in the movie.

The third uncle knocked the ashes in the cigarette pot, looked at the two dolls outside the door, and murmured, "What's going on? Are you following the ghost?"

Brotherhood headquarters.

A group of Westerners formed a circle and looked at the corpses on the ground. Each frowned like a washboard. An old Western man, who was as thin as a bone, coughed a few times and said, "According to the ancient black magic book, this young man was sucked dry by another person who practiced black magic, causing a drop of blood to flow out of his body."

As soon as these words were said, the onlookers took a few steps back, their eyes filled with horror.

A young man with freckles on his face asked, "Elder, isn't this the era of forbidden demons now? Why would anyone practice black magic and could suck the blood of another person who practiced black magic? It can be seen that he has successfully practiced."

After hearing this, everyone's faces showed some longing, and only the thin old man coughed expressionlessly, saying, "This is not a successful practice, but a failure in practice. The real black magic is not a strange evil magic that people talk about, but another way to explore the rules of the universe. Unfortunately, this path was cut off in ancient times."

After saying that, the old man sighed heavily and turned toward the door. Everyone looked at the thin back in front of him, and the longing in his eyes instantly disappeared without a trace.

"Where is Wang Liang from the Dragon Kingdom?" someone asked unwillingly.

The old man's steps paused for a moment, and the old man's voice came from his mouth, "There is only one Wang Liang in the world." After the words came, he continued to walk towards the door.

The person who asked the question shook his head helplessly, and the last trace of longing in his eyes also disappeared. He glanced at the corpse that was split on the ground. He always had a premonition that this person's death is most likely related to Wang Liang.

"Wang Liang, it's Wang Liang again. What exactly does this damn Wang Liang have?"

The freckled young man who asked the first question complained, walked towards the door, and others followed closely behind.

In the past two days, Jincha Airport has become unprecedentedly lively. As the music festival approaches, Internet celebrity singers and Internet celebrity bands continue to arrive, and waves of fans are standing in the terminal holding signs to pick up the plane.

When some powerful singers and powerful bands who invited the finale left the airport, there were more fans coming to pick them up, and they became even more crazy. The entire terminal was filled with their screams, which attracted the attention of ordinary passengers.

I silently complained in my heart, "As for it? I am more excited than seeing my biological parents!"

Suddenly, a cheerful piece of music appeared in the terminal building, suppressing those extremely harsh and unpleasant screams. Ordinary passengers frowned and slowly unfolded. Fans shouted wildly in order to let their favorite idols hear their voices.

However, no matter how high the shout is, it will be suppressed by the sudden hateful music, like a piece of ice falling into a steelmaking furnace and disappearing instantly.

The fans were so angry that they stamped their feet, and could only watch their idol walk past them, without even looking at them, and cursed in their hearts: "Which dog is playing music? I will beat you to death!"

The music seems to be a competition with them, and after the scolding, it becomes even happier.

It's so annoying.

A fashionable little fairy thought she wouldn't hear the annoying music when she walked out of the terminal. However, when she ran out, the music seemed to be bubble gum on her hair, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard she shook it, and she could still hear it.

This reminded her of the previous music, and it was the same. As long as she heard it, she would get into her mind. No matter where you are or what you are doing, it was very magical to accompany her. I don’t know which master made it.

In the small park.

Wang Liang took a branch he picked up on the road as a suona, and focused on playing chess, the old man playing poker, unconsciously shook his legs with the music, and even the birds standing on the treetops were jumping back and forth, obviously in a very good mood.

This is the song that Wang Liang has learned. Just by looking at the name, you can tell that this is a song played at the wedding, which is exactly the opposite of the funeral. Suona is a great B at this point. There is always a figure in every important stage in life.

The golden progress bar in front of me continued to soar. When it reached [Sumona: 99999/100000], Wang Liang stopped playing. The legs of the old men and mothers stopped shaking for a moment, and the birds on the treetops stopped jumping back and forth.

The hustle and bustle of the past have been restored to the terminal building again.

The smiles on the passengers' faces moved to the fans' faces.
Chapter completed!