Juvenile Medical God Chapter 82: Jianghu words
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"Brother Niu, what nonsense is this brat talking about?"
yellow-haired ruffian whispered to the fat man, this fat man is a veteran, with him on the side, yellow-haired ruffian's courage is much bigger.
"Since it's fart, let it be a bird!" The fat man coldly snorts said, obviously he didn't understand the meaning of Qin Lang, but he would not give up this business because of the "bird" of Qin Lang, he I figured out a silver lighter, turned the lighter upside down, and tapped the small table in front of me, "brat, you dare to occupy my Brother seat, seems to be looking for trouble?"
"You said that someone seated you, take the ticket to see?" Luo Bin next to Qin Lang said, she is not the kind of vase type girl, so this is just to delay the time.
The fat man did n’t pay attention to Luo Bin, but just stared at Qin Lang and flicked the lighter in his hand, cold light blinked in his eyes: "brat, what do you think? Want heroes to save the beauty, or get away with fun?"
"I'm thinking, you two are not Jianghu people, but dare to come up with the idea of Jianghu people." Qin Lang's tone showed disdain for these two people. Because these two guys do not even understand the most obvious Jianghu words, obviously they are not real Jianghu person. In the eyes of real Jianghu person, they are simply not influential.
These Jianghu words are of course also handed over to Qin Lang by Old Toxicant, because walking Jianghu, if not necessary, do not want to grumble with other Jianghu people, so you can communicate through Jianghu black words, let both parties know the origin of the other, and let the surrounding Others don't know what the two are talking about.
It ’s just that today ’s Jianghu has already been messed up. Many gangsters who are not influential are also eating Jianghu rice, not to mention the Jianghu to make the smoke Miasma, and these gangsters are really bold, even the real Jianghu person dare to provoke .
"In front of Niu brother, you and his mother still dare to pretend to be a ghost!" There are fat people standing up, this yellow-haired ruffian's courage seems to be too big, "brat! Finally give you a chance, if you don't want to have two parts on your body, Just leave me alone! "
How could Qin Lang be frightened by non-professional person, with a contemptuous smile on his face, and he snorted softly: "Is it both of you? yellow-haired, is n’t your hand itchy?"
Qin Lang has made up his mind. As long as these two guys are not dead today, he will give them a lesson so that they can know that "the pot is iron." Moreover, the yellow-haired ruffian patted the head of Qin Lang with his hand. Does he really think that the head of Qin Lang is so easy to shoot?
yellow-haired ruffian does n’t know what Qin Lang means, but after hearing Qin Lang say this, he really feels that his right hand is beginning to itch, and it is still getting more and more itchy, no matter how hard he scratches, it does n’t help. There are thousands of ants crawling under the skin of his palm.
"Kunzi, you and he. Mom moved a hair!" The fat man was obviously dissatisfied with the yellow-haired ruffian tickling in front of him.
"No ... Brother Niu! My hand ... Really he. Mom tickles!" yellow-haired ruffian explained.
"Aren't you going to endure itching?" The fat man complained coldly snorts.
"I'm afraid he is cannot help." Qin Lang's eyes fell on the fat man's hands, and he said slowly with the old Jianghu tone. "People who have three hands often have itchy hands. I know you also have itchy hands, but You better not fiddle with your lighter in front of us, watch out for fire **! "
The fat man ’s eyes finally showed a dignified color, because Qin Lang saw his mystery, and the lighter in the fat man was filled with things like fans / illusions. This is a necessary prop for "business" on the train. Just sitting next to the target person, taking the opportunity to light a cigarette, or making a fire is enough to make the target person fall asleep, and they can easily get it.
People who have n’t been in contact with these tactics have been stolen from the train and thought they were "possessed", and they were swept away by the thief.
Because of this, yellow-haired ruffian wanted to occupy the seat of Qin Lang before, because this is undoubtedly the best place to commit crimes.
But Qin Lang has seen through the fat man's means, which means that it is a little difficult for the fat man to be easy to handle.
Drop! drop! ~
Suddenly, the tightly held cellphone in Luo Bin's hand rang, this was the sound of receiving a text message.
It seems that both Qin Lang and Luo Bin appear distracted for a moment.
For the fat man, this is obviously a godsend opportunity. He skillfully sent the lighter to the Qin Lang and Luo Bin. When the lighter lid popped up, a blue flame burst out.
Qin Lang hurriedly covered the mouth and nose of Luo Bin with his hands. When his palm touched the crispy lips of Luo Bin, he felt that his palm was drunk. The soft and tender feeling was definitely his The best feel this hand has ever touched!
Maybe this feels so good that Qin Lang seems to have forgotten to cover his mouth and nose.
The fat man felt like he had succeeded, put away the lighter, and smiled with pride: "Youngster, you are still a little bit younger!"
The fat man has already played it in his hands, so he knows that the opposite brat must have fallen asleep within ten seconds, without this brat trouble, the emerald Buddha statue on the girl ’s neck is his thing.
"Is it?"
Unexpectedly for the fat man, Qin Lang did not fall asleep, and he grabbed the fat man ’s hand while the fat man was stunned. He quickly shook his hand and sneered. "Fat man, you are looking for the wrong person!"
Let ’s say, Qin Lang loosened his palm to cover Luo Bin, the fat man ’s lighter was psychedelic. Although the effect of the agent was good, it was also very volatile. Luo Bin's mouth and nose were covered by Qin Lang in time. Of course there was nothing. It was just that Luo Bin's face showed two blushes because of the lack of breathing, which made her look charming and charming. Qin Lang was a bit dumbfounded.
The fat man is still waiting. He is waiting for Qin Lang to fall asleep, because he clearly sees Qin Lang "stroke".
For the psychedelic agent in his lighter, the fat man is confident.
"Wait a few seconds, up to ten seconds! This brat must be comatose into a dead pig!" The fat man said to himself.
So, the fat man smiled smugly, but the smile quickly solidified, and then became surprised and panicked, because Qin Lang did not make a move, but looked at the fat man with a mocking expression.
"Brother Niu ... your hand-"
yellow-haired ruffian suddenly exclaimed, because at this time he suddenly found that the fat man ’s hand held by Qin Lang was red and swollen, and it was very swollen, as if it was bitten by a wasp, but it should be very bitten It hurts, but the fat man doesn't feel it, but it feels a little itchy.
So, the fat man cannot help reached out and scratched.
It ’s okay to just scratch it. When you scratch it, something goes wrong. The fat man suddenly feels that the hand is getting itchy more and more, but cannot help in his heart wants to scratch it, and the more it scratches, the more itchy.
Similarly, yellow-haired was also desperately tickling at this time, both of them felt the situation something is wrong, so the fat man hurried away with yellow-haired. In any case, it seems to find a place to dispel the poison of the hand, remove the itch, and then clean up Qin Lang and this little girl.
Anyway, this is on the train, these two little guy can't fly!
"Wait for you later!"
When he slipped away, the fat man did not forget to drop a ruthless word to Qin Lang.
Qin Lang smiled lightly. He did n’t even look at the non-professional Jianghu person of the fat man. coldly snorts said: "Grandson, Lord is waiting for you here!"
After hearing this, the fat man wanted to clean up Qin Lang, but his hand was so itchy, he had to leave temporarily, planning to wait for Qin Lang to settle the account later.
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