The Road to Slaying God

"Let ’s go. Now there are many people. Hurry up and get in. There is no place to sit late." Liu Biao saw a few people who wore suits, but they looked in, and immediately forgot the difference between Zhang Yang. Punch inside.

"Who are you?"

That is to say, as soon as the two arrived at the door, they were blocked by a dozen men in very black suits. Their suits were not the stalls worn by Liu Biao. From the perspective of the fabric, at least one set was several thousand yuan.

"I, I ... I'm Liu Biao ..." Liu Biao fainted and stuttered.

"I ask who you are." A man in a suit with a cold expression on his face.

"I'm Xiao ... No no ... I'm ... he, he, I know him ..." Liu Biao stuttered and couldn't say why, and saw a middle-aged man in a white suit walking up, suddenly It's like seeing a savior.

"Do you know Qige?"

The man in the suit had a discoloration on his face, but his eyes still looked suspiciously at Liu Biao's suit and a dirty Zhang Yang. At this time, Zhang Yang could not wait to find a place to take it. He always thought that Liu Biao came to eat and give away a red envelope, but he knew he didn't recognize him.

"Yes, yes, I know him." Liu Biao said uncontrollably.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the white suit walked slowly around a dozen bodyguards. The first impression of the middle-aged man was that the skin was well maintained, and he could not see the actual age, like thirty , Also like forty years old, looks a little thin.

"Seven brothers!" A dozen men in suits standing at the door shouted in unison, bowed deeply, and their faces were full of reverence.

"Well, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man named Qige had a gentle smile on his face, but the whole body revealed a momentum of the superior. Although his expression was mild, Zhang Yang felt a great stress.

"Seven brother, these two are going in, he said to know you." It was the one who started asking Liu Biao, and looked at the middle-aged man's face carefully.

"you know me?"

The gentle eyes of the middle-aged man suddenly became cold. Looking at Liu Biao, the pupils tightened, as if the needle point were just like this. At this moment, the air seemed to be cold. A sense of depression made Zhang Yang feel that he would suffocate. They all stood up, his fingers were tightly close together, and the dangerous breath from the middle-aged man made him like a bow full.

"I, I ... I ... I saw you in Duck Overlord ..." Liu Biao was crying and he couldn't think that it would be so difficult to just mix in to see his idol, otherwise he wouldn't dare to come to death.

"That is to say, have you just seen me?" The middle-aged man laughed abruptly, the depression in the air suddenly disappeared, and the tense expression was relieved. This middle-aged man gave him more pressure than on the train. Five guys are dozens of times bigger, and he doesn't like this feeling of lack of certainty.

"Yes ... let me go in. Boss Xiao is my idol. I want to see him. You see, I have a red envelope ... I don't eat white food ..." Liu Biao shook his hand and took one out of his trouser bag. Poorly small red envelope, he was also captured by this middle-aged man.

...

The scene suddenly fell into a sudden, everyone's eyes were on the middle-aged man.

"Ha ha ha ha ... cough ..." The middle-aged man staring at Liu Biao's eyes burst into laughter and coughing constantly, his coughing flushed on his white cheeks.

"Can I go in?" Liu Biao's pitiful look made Zhang Yang feel sick, and he couldn't think that Liu Biao, a well-developed figure, would make such a disgusting expression.

"Ahem ..." The middle-aged man laughed with tears, took a white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his face gently: "Oh, I haven't been so happy for a long time, go in and call me, my seventh brother There are also people called me Xiaoqi. What's your name? "

"Liu Biao, his name is Zhang Yang." Liu Biao immediately rejoiced.

"Well, Zhang Yang, I remember." The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Yang, which was meaningful.

"Thank you, Brother Seven." Zhang Yang felt that he had a sense of being seen through the internal organs.

"Go in together, huh!" Seventh brother patted Liu Biao's broad shoulders and laughed: "You are very good, you have courage, your friends are also good, have fun, and next time you encounter this kind of eating thing , Mention my name. "

"Yes, thank you Brother Qi!"

Liu Biao nodded and sent Qi Brother up the second floor. Until now, he still couldn't figure out what the 7 Brother is, but he did see him once in Duck King, the most famous specialty snack bar in C city.

When Zhang Yang entered the lobby of Baijiayuan Hotel, he immediately found that the entire Baijiayuan had been divided into several levels. They are now on the first floor, and there are more than a dozen men in suits guarding the second floor. The middle-aged man Seventh Brother has been taken into the elevator and should be on the third floor.

"Zhang Yang, come here ..."

After Liu Biao watched that the seventh brother disappeared into the elevator, he immediately sneaked the observation Zhang to a corner.

"Yep?"

"Have you seen it?" Liu Biao pointed to a few tables in front of the screen. A lot of people stood in front of the table and seemed to be busy.

"Hey, that's for red envelopes, don't you have them?"

"Yeah, yeah, but I only have one red envelope, so I split the red envelope into two, don't we all have the red envelope?" Liu Biao laughed strangely.

"Oh, it's a good idea." Zhang Yang seriously agreed that if he didn't get a red envelope, he felt that he was eating white food, and it would be good to divide Liu Biao's red envelope into two.

"Okay, it's so decided."

Liu Biao said nothing, opened the red envelope, gave Zhang Yang a hundred yuan, and sealed the red envelope.

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