The next second, the photo flashes of various mobile phones in the night view mode were connected into one.

This is a big gimmick, and I am probably thinking in my mind, what title should I put to pay more attention to it?

How to add pictures to Weibo to gain fans?

How to attract attention when posting a connotation joke? It’s not easy to get popular.

How to increase the likes in your circle of friends...

There are all kinds of bizarre ideas, but no one thinks that he should say even a fair word for this old man who once tried to defend this country?

The young car owner sneered dismissively, "Have you beat the Japanese? Oh, it's amazing, you're an immortal thing, you'll give you a face, right?! Without 50,000, you don't want to leave!"

When you act, you have to push the old man. His nostrils are usually facing the sky. For the current situation, there is only shame and anger caused by shame!

As he spoke, he turned around and casually glanced at the onlookers around him and shouted, "A bunch of stupid people, you're not over to watch the fun, right? Get out of here! Otherwise, you guys will be beaten!"

The movement was a little bit larger, and the large thick gold chain hanging around the neck swayed out, and it was particularly magnificent in the dusk!

No one among the onlookers even clenched his fists, but he was just shouting in a vague and weak voice in the crowd, saying a bunch of unnutritional words.

They secretly convinced themselves that they would be more timid when they go out and watch the fun, but they would just let it go if they were nosy.

...

The young car owner snorted, turned his head, and fisted his fists and was about to hit him.

There was a moment when the old man's turbid eyes seemed to flash through his eyes. Is this the bizarreness of the peace and prosperity brought by him, and they, and now they are forging ahead?

Looking at the arrogant, arrogant, full of hostility and so arrogant young car owner, the old man felt that he was old.

"Enough!" A calm voice appeared in the scene.

The young car owner's hand that raised his fists, which had clenched tightly, finally failed to fall. Lu An understates it, and he couldn't move even if the young car owner blushed.

"While I'm in a good mood today, I apologize to the old man and get out of here with the money!"

Lu An's tone was very calm, without any waves. He didn't look at the young car owner at all, but looked at the old man who seemed to be trembling.

"You...!" The arrogant young car owner was so angry that he shivered. He pointed at Lu An with another hand and said angrily, "Baby, let go of me quickly!"

Seeing that Lu An didn't even look at him, the young car owner became even more angry, and his saliva was flying all over the sky, "I said! Now, let go immediately, otherwise I will let you go...kua...um~"

"Bang!"

Lu An slapped his backhand and said two words lightly, "Noisy."

"ah!"

"Click the video now!"

"Big news, BMW man was sucked in the street!"

Hearing the noise coming from his ears, Lu An glanced at the onlookers calmly, "I've seen enough fun and go home!"

For some reason, when Lu An glanced at this calmly, a cold air came up from the vest and didn't even dare to take photos, and it scattered like birds and beasts.

In that glance, everyone saw only a kind of indifferent momentum.

That is a kind of borrowing of momentum that Lu An understood after he understood the mystery of the Tai Chi master's realm.

...

"Apology!" is still the two words of calm.

That slap caused four neat finger marks to appear on the left face of the BMW owner, which was a very beautiful red blood mark.

"You're in trouble!"

The anger on the young car owner's face disappeared rarely. Despite the scorching pain on his face, he still insisted on speaking in a voice that was more indifferent than Lu An.

"Bang!"

I slapped again, and this time, my faces were finally symmetrical.

The young car owner was furious and struggled hard. He pulled out his right hand that was pinched by Lu An, staggered back three or four steps, and pressed his back against his BMW.

Looking at Lu An, his tone was a kind of calmness before the volcano erupted. "It's not easy to pay anymore. I dare to hit me. I promise you can't afford it today!"

Lu An glanced at the young car owner, "I want to call someone, right? Give you time!"

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and dialed a phone number, "Xiao Ming, help me with something!"

Bai Ming, who was on the other side, heard Lu An's calm voice, almost immediately understood Lu An's bad mood at this moment, "Cousin, you said the place, I'll arrive right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Lu An walked to the old man and asked, "Uncle, it's all night. Why are you still outside? Your family should be worried. Let's go home quickly. I'll deal with it here."

The old man waved his hand, "That's not true. The old man can't let you take the blame for me. I have collected junk alone over the years, and I still have some savings, at most..."

Halfway through the words, I seemed to have thought of something and didn't continue.

From beginning to end, the old man stood there and never moved. His posture was not very standard, but his waist was straight.

The old man suddenly sighed, glanced at the young car owner who was calling on the other side, and said, "The old man is old."

The sadness of the hero's old age and his persistent belief being impacted by continuous impact was suddenly revealed.

Lu An almost burst into tears at the moment. He could hear that the old man should have no descendants. It was not the first time he encountered such a thing in Kyoto in recent years.

All outbreaks are accumulation of emotions.

"Don't worry, the world is not that bad." Although Lu An said this, he found that this sentence was really powerless.

It is difficult to get rid of the severe disease and it is difficult to get back to the accumulation of troubles.

...

In less than twenty minutes, more than ten cars came, and the T-way was basically blocked.

When the young car owner saw the arrival of the backstage, the slap marks on his face stopped hurting, so he nodded and walked over.

"Dad, Mr. Qin, it's him! I have to kill him today. I'm amazing to drive a Bentley?"

As he spoke, he started shouting again.

Lu An, who was standing with the old man, heard the sound, looked up at Bai Ming and others who arrived almost at the same time, and said lightly, "Xiao Ming, smashed this BMW, annoying."

Then he turned around and looked at the person who called by the young car owner.

Wow, it's still an acquaintance.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Lu? Give me a face to give me your brothers a try. I'll just put a few tables to apologize to you tomorrow." It was Qin Feng, who had been fighting with Lu An for a long time from the Demon City, and Fatty Wu, who had been taught a lesson by him.

Qin Feng also saw Bai Ming and greeted him politely, "I have met Mr. Bai."

Lu An looked at Qin Feng and Fatty Wu with a smile, "Young Master Qin is so good at doing this in Kyoto? Fatty Wu, why are you trembling? Your face hurts?"

The father and son were taught a lesson by the same person, but almost the same thing was that they both had to pretend to be grandson.

The redness and swelling on the young car owner of Fatty Wu's son seemed to hurt even more. Bai Ming didn't give Qin Feng any face, so he nodded at most.

Then with a wave of his hand, the person who was already prepared twisted out a large hammer from the trunk, and then began to smash the car.

Listening to the clanging sound in his ears, Qin Feng gritted his teeth and smiled lightly, "Success, Mr. Lu is amazing, I've learned it. I'll see you in the mountains and rivers. I'll see you later."

As he spoke, he looked at Lu An deeply, and Bai Ming, who was standing there lit a cigarette, waved his hand, "Let's go."

Lu An's faint voice came from behind them...

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Chapter completed!