"No, I was desperate and went to Brother Benma to take the chance and kept following Brother Lame." Xiaomu said.

"Then tell me why nothing happened to you?" the other party asked.

"I received a call from Heigang that day. I took a taxi to the logistics company. It was still early, so I sat at the snack stall to eat wontons. Unexpectedly, the police at the snack stall that day were all the police, which scared me away." Xiaomu's logic was clear and his speech speed was evenly discussed.

Xiaomu spoke very calmly, and even he himself wondered why his heart was so calm. When facing danger, panic was a normal manifestation. Yes, he suddenly understood that from leaving home, from the fact that there was no news from home, and from the time he went to find Widow Ma to give up, the rebellious, world-weary negative emotions that wanted to kill him were following him, letting him step by step, and start looking for such stimulation that ordinary people could not accept.

Negative things are like the Psychological Heglis effect. If you ignore it, it will resolve and disappear naturally; and if you want to target it and cannot get along with it, it will only expand more and more, and will become the dominant force of your entire emotion.

Why do I know everything but can't do it

During the pause, Xiaomu thought, although he had escaped from his father's shadow, he could not get rid of the feeling that was not like resentment, but better than resentment.

"Why do I listen to this sound like a well-made rhetoric?"

After a long time, the driver walked like this, and the car drove smoothly, feeling a little excitement or other changes.

"Of course it was made up. Someone must have doubted me if something happened, but there is no need to do this. Brother Ma and Brother Mao treat me well." Xiaomu said, slowly becoming hardened, and slowly felt that he didn't care at all. This world full of liars, robbers and thieves was so fucking unbearable.

"The reason is not sufficient." The driver underestimated the remarks that deny Xiaomu.

"I've been here for a few days. I can't give you any reason for it. And I don't know you. I don't know who you are. Is it necessary to explain to you?" Xiaomu's attitude became bad. The one in front of Nima was just a thief. He pretended to be like a police judge, and he didn't bother to respond.

"Talk well." Lao Lark reminded.

"It's already good, who is Lame Brother? I only recognize two kinds of people, one is own, the other is outsider, no resentment, no grudges, no favors, I'm sorry, I don't know it." Xiaomu said evilly. He secretly felt that he suppressed his heartbeat, which caused the blood to flow too fast and a slight dizziness.

But the pleasure it brings is incomparable. Damn, Yang Zirong, who is trying to defeat Tiger Mountain, isn't that true?

The man who didn't know where to come laughed and sneered. He didn't hear his voice was old, but he didn't know why his status was so respectful. He smiled and commented: "Old lame, this is a character, but even a character, I can't keep you. Sorry, brother, please do it."

Suddenly, the person in the back seat slapped his hand, Xiaomu's eyes turned black, his head was stuck, and the one took action quickly, but strangely, Xiaomu did not move. He pulled Xiaomu's arm and tied up his wrist. It was evil and there was no resistance at all. He asked with a grin, "Oh, this is scary."

"I can't do anything to tie a chicken, I can't do anything to you." Xiaomu's hand was tied up and said indifferently. A chill in his heart. He shuddered and made a chill, biting his lips and blood, but he could do nothing.

"Of course, it depends on whether you can be so calm when you die." The person who tied the ties said gloomy and slapped Xiaomu's head casually and cursed: "It's pretending to be quite like you, thinking we don't know who you are."

"I pretend to be a nimb, I just said I am the young master. Come on, I am tired of living a life. I will use a creative technique later. It hurts more and screams more and that will be interesting. Don't let me underestimate you."

Xiaomu said lightly, invisibly, his personality was a combination of the cunning of the liar, the toughness of the bastard, and the scoundrels who were rascals. He couldn't tell what they were like. But when he was talking about these things, he was not awkward at all, as if he was born.

Those people seemed to be stumped, and no one said anything. In the darkness, the driver glanced at Lao Li, and both of them looked a little embarrassed. They were just trying their best. Who knew that this person was all fucking Mitsuta, who was disgusting.

No one spoke anymore, the speed of the car accelerated sharply, and drove straight to the coastal pier
Chapter completed!