"It's midnight. Go over and ask what's going on? Don't let someone rob you." Wang Qibu said. So in essence, Wang Qibu is still kind. Although he killed people and has killed many people, he will never kill people for no reason. So he firmly believes that the damn people account for the vast majority of the people he killed. For example, the hooligans who he instructed to kill in the last time, maybe there were no murders on these hooligans, but they must have committed bullying the weak, even strong-breathing girls, etc.

Things. This is already a damn thing for Wang Qibu. Why? Because the bullied weak always planted a seed of violence in his heart. I don’t know when it will erupt. Needless to say, the flesh and body in the heart of the raped girl. Just talking about bullying innocent girls, Wang Qibu cannot tolerate it. Of course, the most important thing is that if these hooligans do not die that day, they may do things that cause greater harm in the future. Isn’t Spider-Man’s father a very distinct example?

"You are really good at meddling in other people's business." Although Shen Qingge said this, he slowed down the car and slowly leaned over.

"It is the responsibility and obligation of my martial arts people to help me when I see injustice. By the way, if he really encounters a robbery, we will also help me catch it. I wonder if you have this feeling. Anyway, I want to lose my temper when I get tired. It's great to take this opportunity to vent my vent." Wang Qibu said and stood up, lifting the window in the car that he could open after being modified. At this time, Shen Qingge just heard that Wang Qibu was facing passers-by, and cooperated tacitly, but they were familiar with the two of them.

"Master, what's going on with me in the middle of the night?" Wang Qibu looked at the long-haired and short-haired man who was obviously in his early thirties on the roadside and asked this. He felt that the man looked familiar for a moment.

"Ah, it's okay, my home is right in front of you. Are you?" The long-haired and short fat man was alert first, and then he saw the car he was driving, and then he understood the other party's kindness and said.

"Beside my home? Man, don't scare me. I haven't heard of this home, but there are a few mass graves." Wang Qibu was of course teasing. Then he said, "Men, it's our fate to meet in the middle of the night, not to mention anything else. Get in the car, I'll take a break." Unless this short and fat man was actually the way Shaolin sweeper was transferred to work in the cafeteria or was promoted to the director of a certain department. Otherwise, Wang Qibu wouldn't be afraid that this guy would rob him of his kindness and revenge. Besides, looking at the man's previous walking posture, Wang Qibu knew that the other party had been walking for a long time. He was reasonable and should have helped him.

The long-haired and short fat man was stunned at first, but then smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, I thought the world was full of jackals and evil dogs, but I didn't expect that there would be a kind-hearted wise king like Ming Gong. Well, look at me, I'm so sad again. No matter what, I'll thank you first. But compared to what I've already left, there's not much left now. Besides, I'm a little taboo. I'm in trouble recently. If I get involved with you, I think I'd better forget it."

Wang Qibu was like thinking that this fat man had some meaning. Although it might be true feelings from the heart, this was a shameful statement. After shaking his head, he did not wave directly to let the fat man come up, and went over and pushed open the car door from inside.

After getting on the bus, the fat man inevitably looked around, but he was careful. When he got into the bus, he felt that the car was not cheap. So he became even more restrained. After being allowed to sit on the rattan chair by Wang Qibu, Wang Qibu made him a cup of hot tea first. Although it was summer nights, the midnight outside the suburbs was definitely not warm.

Staring at the teacup, the fat man in the long hair tests "Is this Shi Dabin's thing?"

"You don't have to deliberately support me. You can see where you didn't get started. But it was made by Mr. Shi. Some years ago, someone gave it to my grandfather. The old man was not very concerned about these things, so I took it to the RV. Haha, don't blame me for revealing my shortcomings. You can tell that you have been walking for a while after looking at your two steps. You didn't have to get here from Sijiu City. Wow, it's really midnight. Tell me, where are you going? If you can meet, it's fate. I have to send it to you home today." Wang Qibu smiled, but he felt that this fat man looked familiar. But he believed that he would have never seen him in his life. That should be the matter of the previous life.

"Ahem, Ming Gong has good eyesight. He walked from the old city to this place. I live in Qijiawan, Xingcheng." The fat man said a little cramped, and the Ming Gong who said one after another on the left aroused Wang Qibu's thinking. He knew that he was about to think about it.

"Okay, don't sip Ming Gong at all, it's like a teahouse storyteller. My name is Wang Qibu, and you can just shout Qibu. Where are you? Where are you? I'm saying Gao is so shameful to you. Just tell me where are you stuttering?" Wang Qibu asked.

"Look, why don't you say you are a master? I'm really a teahouse storyteller. But today I'm going to take a job at the Ping Opera Troupe. I'm loved by you, and my name is Guo Degang. Although I don't have much ability, I'm still very accurate in looking at people. If you don't raise you, you're the one who looks like a dragon and a phoenix among people. You don't think too much about it, thinking that you're going to give me a message to you. Although Guo Degang is down, this tooth is hard to make a fool of yourself. I dare to use my head to guarantee that you are not a mortal." The fat man said something that ordinary people may not understand. But he knew that the boy opposite must understand. Because of the rattan chair under his butt, the tea set in his hand, the basic thread-bound book he saw when he came in. It was also because of a feeling.

Wang Qibu laughed, not all for this, but a large part of the reason was that he had already remembered who the short and fat man in front of him was. For him, he had heard of the special show of the person in front of him more than 20 years ago. He was a student at that time and was still very resentful about the expensive ticket price. Song Ai Meng was sure to pay, and it was a bit unsure if the fat man was present at that time. Not only that, he even heard of the inspirational story of today's scene. In an interview program, the fat man was calm and funny and teasing the past, uh, this night now. He looked at the watch on the fat man's wrist and sighed at the sequel to a grassroots legend, and Wang Qibu couldn't help but sigh for a moment.
Chapter completed!