Chapter 304

When iron Liao entered the room, he had a bunch of peanuts and two bottles of Baijiu.

One person, one bottle, sitting horizontally on the sofa, after the bottle is touched, blow directly to the mouth.

After drinking a small half of the bottle at one breath, Fang Yuan took a breath. On his tired face, he floated a layer of red. He pinched a handful of peanuts and filled them into his mouth. He sighed with emotion: "Alas, just dry baking peanuts to drink, even for the emperor."

"The emperor you said is too worthless."

Tieliao smiled and raised the bottle again, but Fang Yuan asked, "how much do you know about the dark world of Lop Nur and those bullshit legends and secrets?"

"I know, not more than you."

Tieliao drank a mouthful of wine alone before he smiled.

Fang Yuan didn't ask any more, because he believed that tieliao didn't lie. After drinking a sip of wine, he turned off the topic and asked, "what are you busy with these years?"

"If I say that these years, in addition to chasing you all over the world and trying to cut off one of your arms, I will go to a university in Hong Kong to study Feng Shui for one month every three months, do you believe it?"

Tieliao took out the cigarette box and threw it to Fang Yuan first.

"What?"

Fang Yuan was stunned and burst out laughing: "why, are you going to change your career to fortune telling?"

"He arranged it."

Tieliao said faintly, raised the wine bottle and drank two mouthfuls in succession.

Who is he?

Fang Yuan knows this without asking. He is the old man.

Only the old man's order can let tieliao study Feng Shui that has nothing to do with his job.

"Why should you learn Feng Shui?"

When Fang Yuan asked this question, he guessed something vaguely.

In fact, tieliao's answer proved that he guessed right: "do you know Sirius?"

Sirius, in the northwest.

Northwest, there is Lop Nur.

In Lop Nur, there is a strange and mysterious dark world.

Fang Yuan has been to that place. He saw an old man with a majestic figure like a gorilla. He made a big and frightening saber. When the blade was waved, it was like a startling goose, which could not be captured by the naked eye.

He is Sirius.

As early as ten years ago, the wind sent him to the dark world to guard a sealed evil object.

As a result, at the zero point of the spring equinox a few days ago, Sirius fell, paid the price of dozens of lives, and did not stop a evil thing from entering the Central Plains--

Whether Sirius failed or not, let alone.

Just tieliao.

The old man asked him to study Feng Shui, which is undoubtedly to cultivate his next Sirius and be ready to go to the dark world and guard some evil thing (the premise is that the Central Plains avoided the disaster and sealed the evil thing again).

The reason why life has irresistible charm to people is that people don't know what will happen in their tomorrow: maybe it's still plain, maybe it's a surprise, or it's a disaster.

But if a person knows in advance that he will guard in the dark world for many years in the future, accompanied by strangeness all his life, and will never come out again - if he is still alive, his psychological quality is absolutely super.

"I see."

Fang Yuan replied: "I finally know why you always cut me around like a mad dog over the years. In fact, you are looking for an excuse to vent your depression to dilute your helplessness to fate."

"The two of us are good friends, aren't we?"

Tieliao smiled.

He seldom laughs, especially after knowing his fate in advance, so he looks charming when he laughs occasionally.

"Shit, whose good friend really dares to take off my arm?"

Fang Yuan glanced and said casually: "but don't worry. For the sake of our good friends, I will try my best to eliminate the danger of letting you go to that place. He also said that whether disaster can come or not, brothers play a vital role. "

The smile on tieliao's face gradually converged: "if it's just a seal, I have to go."

"I'm not going to just seal it. Since that thing chooses me as the fuse, I have to surprise them in order to be worthy of their love. "

Fang Yuan shook the wine bottle in his hand and touched tieliao: "however, you have to help me dig out some useful secrets as much as possible."

"For example?"

Tie Liao narrowed his eyes and asked.

Fang Yuan took a sip of wine and said faintly, "he told me that if you want my fuse to work, you must have that relationship with Xia Xiaoyun first. But you should know, that's my own sister. Therefore, the evil thing that has set foot in the Central Plains will certainly do anything to bring us together. "

When he said these words, he kept staring at the wine bottle. He didn't notice that tie Liao's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something to him.

After Fang Yuan ate a few more peanuts, he continued: "he also said that the evil thing would make Xia Xiaoyun wear a pair of embroidered shoes if he wanted to match us... However, he seemed to have said that the evil thing didn't have to let my sister wear those shoes to turn me into an animal. There should be another way to do it, such as killing my sister. "

Speaking of this, Fang Yuan began to have a headache.

He really didn't understand what the old man said: since Xia Xiaoyun can't die and her role is irreplaceable, how can that evil thing try to hurt her?

Tieliao was naturally confused, but he could understand what Fang Yuan said to him: "I know. You asked me to go to the king of Tang to protect Xia Xiaoyun's absolute safety."

Fang Yuan nodded: "you are definitely the best candidate. Besides, I won't accept your affection... Wen is always a good character, but he is a bookworm after all. He can't carry too much danger at all. "

Tie Liao asked, "you don't know that Wen has broken up with Xia Xiaoyun forever?"

He raised the bottle and was about to drink. He was stunned.

"The day after Sirius fell, he left Xia Xiaoyun."

Tie Liao said, "but don't blame him. It was the order of the old man of the Wen family himself."

"I won't blame him."

When Fang Yuan said this, the corners of his eyes jumped several times.

How could he not blame Wen forever?

He will never forget seeing Xia Xiaoyun walk out of the suite in the box of Paradise Hotel.

No matter how big man Wen is, and no matter how helpless Wen is forever, as long as he touches his little sister, he must be loyal to her to the end!

After eating and drinking, you want to wipe your mouth and go?

Hehe, do you think Xia Xiaoyun's brother surnamed Fang is really a good man who sweeps the floor without hurting the lives of mole ants?

After seeing the killing in Fang Yuan's eyebrows, tie Liao didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to pat him on the shoulder: "anyway, Xia Xiaoyun is really dangerous to be alone in the king of Tang Dynasty. I'll go over there now -- Whoever makes her mind must step over my body first. "

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "this sentence is very familiar. Wen Yongyong once told me this sentence."

"I'm not him, although my skills are very weak and can't compare with your Kunlun."

Tieliao drank the wine from the bottle and stood up.

"You are hiding. I can see that you were hiding last night."

Fang Yuan suddenly said, "otherwise, you won't get hurt."

"Aren't you hiding, too?"

Tieliao asked back and said, "even if I fight with Kunlun, I'm not his opponent -- can you talk to me about that man?"

"No, I can't. I don't want to."

Fang Yuan shook his head, stood up and walked to the Kang. He lay on his back like water, pulled over the pillow and covered his face.

He needs absolute silence to concentrate on what the old man said to him.

But when tieliao opened the door to go out, some suffocating voice came out from under the pillow: "tieliao, do you think he had a purpose when he set up seven killers?"

"I don't know."

Tieliao was obviously stunned. After a long silence, he gently closed the door and left.

"I don't know. I just feel that the seven of us can get together and have something to do with that..."

The murmuring voice in the surrounding area is getting lower and lower, and finally can't be heard, just like the sun, no matter how stubborn, has to slowly fall under the western horizon.

A new night has come.

On the street, the long dragon like street lamps meander to the invisible end, and finally are completely swallowed up by the darkness.

At 8 pm, Fang Yuan finally yawned and came out of the back door of the emperor's disco.

The earliest business hours of the disco are after 9 p.m., when meals can be served.

People usually don't feel hungry when they wake up.

That's why Fang Yuan didn't bother to find food.

After bypassing the disco to the parking lot in front, he whispered something.

When he went to Wushan last night, Maserati, vice president Wang, the next door neighbor, went with the water shadow.

When he returned, he came in tieliao's car -- Mr. Fang disdained to consider whether vice president Wang's Maserati would be returned to its original owner.

At most, I just called Shuishui to ask her to pick me up, but after being impolitely refused, I cursed again: that smelly woman is really capricious. I said how much I love brother yuan, but no matter how he goes home.

I left in a hurry when I went to Wushan last night. There was only a ten yuan note in my pocket, which was far from enough to take a taxi home.

The most annoying thing was that not long after Mr. Fang walked down the street, his stomach growled and farted.

It's really a leaky house. It rains at night. Ten yuan. Can you eat enough in Beijing?

Just buy two meat pancakes.

Really pit dad, is this also a meat pancake?

It's not much bigger than a cigarette box. There are several pieces of ham sausage thinner than paper in it. The injured Mr. Fang dare not get rid of his cheeks to eat. He can only hold it in his hands and lick it like a cat washing his face.

I'm afraid I can't help swallowing when my mouth grows up.

No matter the people who come head-on or pass behind, when they come to the square, they instinctively take two steps aside: no one likes to pass by a beggar.

Alas, money is really hard to mix in this world.

I remember in the first few years, beggars on the street seemed to dress better than this guy.

A big boss with a checkbook in his arms and a beautiful little honey in his arm sighed in his heart when he saw Fang Yuan.

After catching the pity sigh of the big boss, Mr. Fang, who had a keen hearing, realized how embarrassed he was at present: his clothes were cut by the crazy dog of tieliao. He didn't say it, but left him several wounds, blood and dirt on his half body -- he can only be blind if he doesn't treat him as a beggar.

Fortunately, my friend has few acquaintances in Beijing, so he can proudly look out and pretend to be a beggar.

When Mr. Fang thought of this happily, he heard a crisp girl voice under the station sign on the right: "eh? You, you are -- Fangyuan! "