Without mentioning Chen Sanshou, he happily went to his childhood friend to find out the news.

After Zhang Xiaotian sent a few stealers away, he sat alone in the private room for a while, finished a pot of tea, and then patted his body and stood up.

After walking out of the small teahouse, Zhang Xiaotian shook the street for a while and turned into a small alley on Bolan Street.

This alley is a dead end, with a wooden door at the bottom and two black iron rings as handles.

Zhang Xiaotian walked to the wooden door, raised the black iron ring and knocked it five times, three long and two short, and then stood there and waited quietly.

After a while, a sound of footsteps came, and a slit of the wooden door was opened and a vigilant eye was revealed.

"It's me." Zhang Xiaotian said in a hoarse voice.

"Why did you come? Uncle Nigami is already waiting." A crisp sound rang out and the wooden door was pulled open.

A girl in green stood in the door pretty and looked at Zhang Xiaotian with some anger.

"You have to be careful on the road, so it's time delayed." Zhang Xiaotian said slowly, and the person walked in with his voice. He didn't care about the girl's angry eyes at all, but instead looked at the small courtyard in front of him.

The yard is indeed a small yard, but it is very exquisite and has no exquisite layout, but it is better than simplicity and simplicity and generosity. It does not win by craftsmanship, but by nature as its beauty.

In the middle of the yard is a small pavilion, hidden by a few pine trees, and it is looming. There is also a rockery with earth and stones slanted in front of the pavilion, with green vines hanging on it, which has its own wild interest in the mountains and forests.

Following the girl towards the pavilion, Zhang Xiaotian took the opportunity to appreciate the graceful figure ahead. The girl is not very old, but tall, only half a head shorter than the tall and thin Zhang Xiaotian. Of course, in order to play Lao He, Zhang Xiaotian, who is shrinking his waist, is half a head shorter than the woman.

The woman was wearing a blue dress and green pants, and the trousers completely wrapped the girl's thighs and tuns. The straight and slightly elastic design made her thighs look round and full, extremely elastic, and her strong muscles trembled slightly as she moved.

This is the best scenery. As for this exquisite courtyard, who cares!

When she walked to the pavilion, the woman turned around and happened to see Zhang Xiaotian's eyes down forty-five degrees. She immediately showed disgust. She snorted coldly from her nose and cursed "old pervert". She didn't even look at Zhang Xiaotian and walked past him with her head held high.

"Old He, I laughed at you. My niece is young and ignorant, so don't be surprised!"

A sharp and slightly female voice came from the pavilion. Zhang Xiaotian looked up and saw an old man in black robe sitting in the pavilion and smiling at him.

The old man in black robe had a slightly fat figure, a round face, a white face, and a pair of phoenix eyes that gave people a charming feeling.

Made, another old glass, no wonder he could get along with Lao He.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaotian was shocked all over and suddenly felt a chill. These two people were not really "a couple", so he couldn't continue to act in this drama.

The old man in black robe saw Zhang Xiaotian standing outside the pavilion and not coming in. He suddenly frowned, pointed at Zhang Xiaotian with orchid in his right hand and said, "You dying ghost, you are already late, why are you not here yet?"

As he said that, he stood up and greeted him enthusiastically.

His steps were strange. He was standing behind the round stone table in the middle of the pavilion, but as soon as he took a step, he bypassed the stone table and came to Zhang Xiaotian. Before he could react, he grabbed his hand.

What's even more "terrible" is that this old guy named Nigami grabbed his right hand with one hand and kept stroking the back of his hand with the other hand, and said in a sweet voice:

"You damn ghost, why don't you come in? I've been waiting for you for so long, and I've been separated from you again after only a few days?"

Zhang Xiaotian was shocked and felt creepy. He resisted the thought of pulling away and the disgusting feeling in his heart. He just pulled his right hand back quietly and said, "Nigga, let's talk about business!"

While speaking, he quietly inserted his touched hand into his pocket of clothes and rubbed it. He was really disgusted.

Lao He, the damn guy, didn't tell me that he had an affair with this nigger. Made, I blamed me for not expecting this at all, so I didn't ask this, but who would have thought that there would be such a strange situation.

Seeing Zhang Xiaotian pulling his hand back, the black ghost was not angry. He put his arm around and pulled it into the pavilion, "Let's have a walk, I have prepared good wine and good food, let's have a chat while eating."

Zhang Xiaotian wanted to hide, but the old glass was so fast that he couldn't react at all.

While this made him disgusted, he also became alert in his heart. This old guy named "nigger" is much stronger than Old He.

The two of them sat down next to the stone table. Sure enough, the wine and food on the table were already arranged. The black man picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine for Zhang Xiaotian, and smiled and said, "You damn ghost, this is your favorite thirty-year-old sauce-flavored wine. Try it."

Zhang Xiaotian picked up the wine glass and put it beside his mouth, and did not drink it. Instead, he asked: "Nigga, I have done everything you have told me. Recently, there are indeed many outsiders, who are said to be from the Gangshawks. Who is that Gong Jiu? How could he provoke the Gangshawks? I don't want to mess with this trouble."

The black ghost dough smiled slightly on his face, glanced at Zhang Xiaotian slantedly, and got goosebumps on his face, then he said, "What is the goshawk? Old He, how could I harm you!"

Then the style changed and drank the wine in the glass in one sip. The black ghost said with some resentment: "I know, you think I am old. You like those young people with tender skin, but they are not as sincere to you as I do!"

Zhang Xiaotian tried hard to prevent himself from showing a disgusting expression, took the previous words of the nigger and asked, "Nigger, what does nigger mean, 'What does the ashark mean?' This is one of the three major gangs. Is Gong Jiu behind the Black Tiger Gang or the Canglang Gang?"

The nigger's resentful expression stopped and returned to his leisurely appearance. He poured himself a glass of wine and watched Zhang Xiaotian raise his glass without moving, "I said, damn, you are drinking it. This wine is specially prepared for you!"

After taking a look at the wine glass, Zhang Xiaotian drank the wine without hesitation and shook at the black ghost, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Hehe, how about my wine?"

The black ghost looked expectant, as if waiting for Zhang Xiaotian to praise him. He just looked at him.

"The wine is good!" Zhang Xiaotian said this without any intention, and it is indeed a good wine.

"Wine is good, where is that person?"

"My grass!" Zhang Xiaotian had already started cursing in his heart, but for the sake of intelligence, he endured it.

"People are good, too!"
Chapter completed!