Chapter 942

It's Wang Damao.

Wang Damao didn't originally call him that name, because there was a black grain the size of peanuts on his left cheek, which was covered with black hair, so others called him Damao.

Over time, his real name was forgotten.

Although Wang Da Mao's name is not very elegant, his body is as big as a bear, but he is a woman gun.

If it wasn't for Wang Damao's name, he would have been called Wang Niang gun.

It's a wonder that a person has two distinctive nicknames.

What makes Wang Da Mao even more wonderful is that he is not only a gambler who does not lose to Lao min, but also a matchmaker - and the success rate of matchmaking is as high as 70%.

It is said that a marriage agency has to dig him out.

"To be frank, I'm very busy now."

An hour ago, Lao min, who was drunk with Wang Damao in a small restaurant, was not drunk at all now and spoke clearly.

"Ha ha, Lao min, it's not pleasant to hear your voice."

Wang Damao, who has a weight difference of three Liang to one hundred kg, has a beautiful voice: "have you got the money?"

"No

Lao min replied: "is there anything else? Don't beep if it's OK. "

Before going home, Lao min and Da Mao, today's losers, make an appointment to take money to continue to return to the field, to turn over the winners.

However, he did not want to tell anyone about the danger he had just experienced.

Lao min just wants to be quiet and plan his wonderful life.

He wants to let his daughter know: "although you have a dead husband, you are just a husband. But your dad didn't die. I can still make you as proud of me as you were when you were a child, and gradually find back the happiness of the past. "

"Well, I didn't either. The old lady in the family is not going to give her life or death. I don't care about her brother-in-law. "

Wang Da Mao scolded, and the topic changed: "Oh, yes. I didn't get the money when I got home, but I got a piece of good news

Without saying a word, Lao min took out his cigarette from his pocket and walked up the balcony with it in his mouth.

"My smelly mother is not good for nothing. She did what I entrusted her to do the other day. "

Wang Da Mao complacent smile a few, urge a way: "old min, you come out quickly, let others talk with you well."

Lao min's mouth trembled and said in a low voice, "thank you. But now my daughter has a sweetheart. "

After finishing this sentence, without waiting for Wang Damao to say anything more, Lao min simply cut off the call.

In order to help his daughter get out of the pain of "losing her husband", he never used white silk to tie her head again. As a real widow, Lao min racked his brains to come up with an excellent way with the help of Wang Damao.

Wang Damao's wife has a nephew who just transferred from the army. The young man is 1.83 meters tall and handsome.

No matter their own conditions, or family background, and min Rou are well matched.

If min Rou, who is deeply in the pain of her husband's death, wants to get out of the pain, only a new handsome man will appear in her life and drive her beloved away.

But it's easy to say, but hard to do.

Lao min knows what his daughter's virtue is. Wang Damao gives advice and can arrange a good play.

After seeing min Rou's photo, his niece agreed that he would unconditionally comply with the arrangement of the two elders. All the expenses of looking for someone to do business were covered by him.

As a matter of fact, Wang Da Mao's brilliant plan is nothing to put it bluntly.

Is to find someone to play the bad guy, find the opportunity to bully min Rou, niece in time.

The hero saves a beauty.

In the end, it captured the hearts of the beauties and brought them home.

Although this routine is old, the more old it is, the more effective it is, isn't it?

Wang Damao is like a strategist, leaving the specific implementation steps of the plan to his wife.

Tonight, he went home to ask for money - after being scolded, his wife told him that he could carry out the plan.

So, he just excitedly called Lao min.

But did not expect old min will be very serious stimulation, decided to reform from now on, in accordance with the daughter's choice, vowed to make her happy.

After blacking out the mobile phone numbers of Wang Damao and other gamblers, Lao Min has never been more relaxed.

There is also loss.

The life of casinos is far more exciting and exciting than that of ordinary people.

Especially when he thought of his 22-year-old daughter, who wanted to be widowed for Li's death, and let the little yellow flower wither away, Lao min was so distressed that he looked up to heaven and sighed: "ah, Li Nanfang, you are doing evil. Do you know? "

Min Rou is not the only one who has done evil after Li NanFang's death.

Toyo.

Tokyo.

In a private training hall, Gala stands at the door and looks at the field from time to time.

In the plastic field, a woman wearing a black judo suit, forehead and waist, but tightly entangled by a white silk, is screaming, holding a wooden samurai sword in both hands, frantically cutting at the coach one after another.

All women have amazing perseverance.

This is directly related to their female body structure.

On the whole, they are far less powerful than men.

But when it comes to endurance, one woman can hold up to three men when doing something within her power.

For example, when a couple of men and women are pulling grass in the field, at the beginning, it must be men who are quick and swish for a while, which can pull down women for a long time.

But when they start the second round, it's obvious that they're not up to it.

Women, on the other hand, will always maintain their initial state.

It's the same with practicing Dao.

When she decided to practice Dao, the coach she hired told her that she had to chop 1500 Dao every day, and only after a few months could she achieve something.

As a result, it has been more than seven months since the day of training. Sakura Shangdao will chop 3000 knives every day.

Even in the first few days, her arms were swollen twice as thick because of frequent chopping.

She didn't give up and insisted.

God appreciated this kind of diligent woman most, and soon her efforts were rewarded.

As early as two months ago, the first coach hired with a lot of money was no longer her opponent. She took a bonus and went happily.

Now this coach is called Koyama Jiro. He came out from the deep mountains of Japan. He is in his fifties. He is 1.53 meters tall and has a face full of bitter and bitter wrinkles. He looks insignificant.

But he is the younger martial brother of the leader of Dongyang duandaoliu. He is also the ex husband of Shangdao Sakura, and a good friend of the elder brother who was hanged by Li Nanfang.

It's said that after his wife vowed to learn martial arts, Koyama took the initiative to come to him. After showing off his coquettishness, he convinced the woman and made him his teacher.

A master is a master.

Koyama not only wants to practice Sakura's martial arts, but also to temper her cruelty.

If a warrior wants to be a top master, he must not only have exquisite moves, but also have the determination to be bloodthirsty.

Only bloodthirsty, martial arts to stimulate her potential in the bones, in the fight with people, often the winner of training, chopped in the horse.

Dongyang duandaoliu, originally regarded as the largest cult in the mainland, is despised by the righteous people.

Sakura ueshima's natural excellent flexibility and her childhood dance foundation provide the most favorable conditions for her to become a quick master.

Coupled with her almost crazy persistence, it can be said that Koyama can get twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, Koyama did not pass on his unique skills to Sakura.

After all, there is no love for no reason, is there?

Every ten days, Sakura on the island will provide a junior high school student to Koyama, which is his reward.

In Toyo, as long as you are willing to spend money, you will never have to worry that there are no childish junior high school students who are willing to serve a mountain folk.

"Stop!"

With a clanging sound, Koyama waved a knife to separate the cherry blossom on the island, jumped back and yelled to stop.

Sakura shimajima immediately put the knife across her right shoulder, slightly lowered her head and stared at the floor, sweat dripping down her chin.

The style of the sword she was carrying was very peculiar. It was half as short as the ordinary samurai sword.

It's like a wooden samurai sword, which was abruptly broken from it.

Cut off the knife.

If you don't use a short knife, how about the cutting flow of Mao?

There is a cloud in Chinese martial arts. One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous.

It's more suitable for women who lack strength but have dexterous steps.

"Change the knife."

Koyama Jiro looked at the cherry blossom on the island in his eyes, flashed a touch of satisfaction, said in a gloomy tone.

Waiting at the door of the gala, immediately ran over.

Hands, flat with a real knife made of fine steel.

Break the knife.

Deep blood groove, snowflake grain blade, as if there are still remnants of yesterday's outdated blood.

In order to temper the cruel nature of Sakura, Koyama became her coach and asked her to kill a living creature every day.

At first, it was a little sheep.

After that, the lamb was replaced by a dog.

Later, big dog.

Last week, at koyamajiro's command, Gala replaced his prey with a wolf.

So far, Sakura has killed 21 sheep, 29 puppies, 30 big dogs and four wolves.

Sakura took a deep breath, handed the wooden knife to Gala, and took the broken knife from his hand.

When the woman took the knife, Gala, who didn't really see her years ago, looked at her unintentionally and shivered.

In his impression, even if Sakura Shangdao had to kill an undercover agent because her leaders dared to neglect her, she was still a woman made of water - especially when she saw the amazing white under her collar, Gala would be in a state of ecstasy.

But now, even if you give him ten more guts, Gala doesn't dare to think anything wrong about her.

I will only complain that boss Li is dead when he is dead. Why should I change a person's life into a god of death.

Only the God of death, will have the Sakura on the island, there is no emotion, only the cold eyes.

Gala admits that Sakura Shangdao is more suitable to be a big drug dealer than her second husband.

After the news of Li NanFang's death came, Sakura Shangdao, who did not eat, drink, sleep or speak for two days, found the best tattoo artist in Toyo and stabbed a black Python on her crystal back.

And the Black Skull on her hip flap.

It is also from that day on, the Sakura on the island is no longer the original Sakura on the island.

Her face was still so beautiful, her waist was still so soft, but her whole body was filled with a kind of palpitating anger.

For this reason, Gala was very puzzled: "it's not very normal for a woman to die and a man. It's necessary to make such a big change?"

He didn't know the love of Sakura.