See, this little red hair is to show a touch of flattery to Zhang Xiaofan, dogleg smile, how a servile.

"Well, it's a good thing to do!"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded his head with satisfaction, and then he said it was meaningful.

"You did a good job in the first, but you haven't done the second!"

"The second thing? What... What's the matter... "

See Zhang Xiaofan said there is a second thing to do, xiaohongmao throat up and down a stir, can't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, the heart is more restless, don't mention how uneasy, uneasy.

"It's very simple. Let's face the wall and think about the past!"

With that, Zhang Xiaofan pointed to the wall of the alley in front of Xiao Hongmao. The corner of his mouth rose and outlined a meaningful arc.

For Zhang Xiaofan's request, at this time, although Xiao Hongmao was puzzled.

But he did not dare to say that he would not do it. He should follow Zhang Xiaofan's instructions honestly.

Kneeling on the ground, hands on the knee, like a good student in general, eyes staring at the wall in front of him, motionless, even the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

About 10 minutes passed.

"Dong... Dong... Dong..."

A disordered sound of footsteps came from far and near, and soon came to this small alley, accompanied by the shouts and doubts of some people.

"Brother red hair?"

"Brother red, are you there?"

"Brother Hongmao, are you ok..."

"Look, brother Hongmao is kneeling there now..."

“...”

After a while, nine figures came to little red Mao, who was kneeling on the ground and Pondering over the past.

Looking at the legs are honestly on the knee, eyes blink, staring at the wall in front of the red hair brother.

These little gangsters are all you, look at me, I look at you, they all see the capital muddle from each other's face.

What kind of operation is this?

Is it hard? After a while, their brother Hongmao changed to Buddhism without seeing him? They're all practicing closed mouth meditation in front of the wall?!

After hearing his younger brother's continuous shouting, little red Mao turned his head to have a look.

But see, in the past with the nine little gangsters behind his ass——

At this time, they all looked at him with caring eyes, whispered and whispered.

And previously, in the eyes of little red hair, he was just a young man who was no different from the hell devil.

Now let's not say it's someone else, not even a ghost.

"Is it hard, he's gone? Do you want to let yourself go? "

"But it doesn't make sense, since the elder brother wants to let himself go."

"Then why do you want to call me back again?"

With one question after another in his heart, Xiao Hongmao began to look around him with a cautious look like a frightened bird.

Next to a left look, a right look, his face was full of uneasiness and uneasiness.

"Brother red, what's the matter? Is it the wrong medicine? "

"Hey, if you want me to see red hair, he was scared by the little red guy before..."