Fang Che said with a smile: "Don't scare me. I'm timid. If I get scared by you, it will be troublesome."

The old man stared and was speechless.

Thinking of Ningxue Sword's warning to him, he couldn't help but turn into a deflated ball.

Labor and management really can’t be offended.

All the momentum dissipated.

Then he started to ask weakly: "Why do you insist on having a drink with me, you murderer?"

"Because I like you. I like you very much." Fang Che said.

"Get lost!"

The old man was furious: "If you keep saying things like this, do you believe I will throw you out? Stop being so playful with labor and management!"

Fang Che hurriedly apologized and said, "I was wrong. How does this wine sound? And this dish, and this... take a look."

I patted open the mud seal, and suddenly a smell of wine curled out.

The old man's throat growled.

His tone softened and he sighed: "I don't understand how someone like you can appear in the guardian queue."

"What's wrong with a guy like me?" Fang Che smiled and picked up the wine jar to pour some wine.

"It's so shameless, so unreasonable, so... ew!"

After drinking a glass of wine, not a drop was left. The old man let out a sigh of satisfaction: "This is called wine. What the hell are those so-called spiritual wines called wine?!"

Fang Che also picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "Don't you think that among the guardians and guardians, what is lacking is people like me?"

"As you said, I can be shameless and unreasonable, but I have a bottom line in my heart. That's enough."

"For example, those other people you mentioned, if they came to you today, they would probably come back ten thousand times without success. But I can sit down with you, drink and chat, thus achieving my goal.

"

"Although you are not very willing, we are drinking and chatting together after all. I can fight for this opportunity, but they cannot."

The old man rolled his eyes and sighed helplessly.

Seems very melancholy.

Fang Che's behavior indeed made him very sad.

But there was nothing we could do.

As Fang Che said, if Fang Che wasn't so persistent, even if Master Jiu had asked him what he needed to do, he could have ignored it.

I'm not your guardian.

If your people can't impress me, do I still have to go up and catch up? That doesn't make sense, does it?

But Fang Che...

Hey, I feel depressed just thinking about this name.

The old man pulled off a chicken leg, put it in his mouth, and took a big bite with the bone attached.

His eyes looked at Fang Che with evil intentions, as if he was chewing Fang Che's bones.

The two started drinking, but no one spoke. They drank one glass at a time in silence, just like a drinking competition.

Not long after, the dishes Fang Che brought were in a mess.

Most of it went into the old man's stomach.

"Did you just buy these?" the old man asked dissatisfied.

So Fang Che took it out again... everything was delicious and delicious, and the table was set up again in an instant.

The old man was overjoyed and started using chopsticks again.

After taking a few bites, he sighed with satisfaction and said, "This is what life is! This is life!"

Fang Che chuckled and continued to accompany him in silence.

The old man took a few bites and started to look askance at him. This kid had tried so hard to follow him here, but he didn't even say a word?

"Why don't you speak? If you don't speak, you will have no chance." the old man warned.

"fine."

Fang Che said with a smile: "I also know about the store, and I also know about the home. There will be many opportunities in the future."

The old man suddenly felt that the Two Hundred Years Iron-Blooded Platform was no longer good.

It is difficult to swallow food.

After staring for a long time without catching his breath, he broke down and said, "How many more times do you plan to come here before asking me anything?"

Fang Che said: "If the senior wants to say something now, the junior will naturally be all ears."

The old man said desperately: "I have been manipulated by your kid. If you have anything to do, just ask."

Finally the old guy was pushed to the bottom line.

Fang Che felt happy: "Senior, what's your surname?"

"Sikong Dou!"

"I have admired his great name for a long time, and it is like thunder piercing my ears; if I see him today, I will be blessed for the rest of my life."

The old man rolled up his white eyes and could no longer see where the black eyes were. As soon as he heard what this bastard said, he knew that he had never heard of his name.

But when you think about it, it’s quite normal. I have been retreating to Donghuzhou for more than two thousand years. How can such a young boy know nothing about it?

I feel very unhappy and feel that I have been looked down upon.

Sikong Dou snorted unhappily: "More than two thousand years ago, I was known as the number one thief in the mainland!"

"Disrespect, disrespect."

Fang Che said: "Can a god thief actually use the word 'reputed'?"

"Let's go!"

"Then I'll come back tomorrow!"

"..."

Fang Che smiled: "You're kidding, I'm really envious of you, and I admire you very much. You live a free and unrestrained life, do whatever you want, hide in the city, and look at the whole world, no one can match you. In a single field, you are number one throughout the ages!"

"You may not know."

Fang Che sighed and said: "My greatest hope is that after many years, I can let go of everything and be able to be like you, unscrupulous, carefree, and do as I please, but no one knows that I can live like this."

"This is my greatest hope in life!"

What Fang Che said was extremely sincere.

Even people who hate him extremely can hear the sincerity in these words.

He is really envious!

Sikong Dou could naturally feel Fang Che's sincerity and couldn't help but remain silent for a moment and said: "You are so young, but you actually have such thoughts..."

"The life is too tiring, the burden is too much, the burden is too heavy, the road ahead is too far, but I am too young... I can't see the front, and I can't catch up behind..."

Fang Che smiled bitterly, picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Senior, are these... enough?"

"Enough! That's enough!"

Sikongdou couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Life is helpless."

"So, in my opinion, what seniors are doing is not even making a profit, but just playing games with life. In other words, you are actually playing every day. You can play as you please without any scruples."

Fang Che said: "That's why I envy you the most."

Sikong Dou finally squinted his eyes and smiled: "You're not bad."

He finally praised.

Because only Fang Che saw that he was playing.

Even Ning Xuejian thought he was a psychopath: he stole it and sold it, sold it, stole it back and resold it, and it only cost a few dollars in total. What else could it be if it wasn't a mental illness?

But how does he know my loneliness and my happiness!

Do you really think that labor and management are just for that little money? You may have underestimated the value of the number one thief in mainland China!

I am as rich as my country!

"Then you know that although I am doing this in a cool and unrestrained way, I have no choice but to accept my fate?"

Sikong Dou asked.

"Of course I understand, because since ancient times, great thieves have not been able to reach the pinnacle of martial arts due to talent limitations."

Fang Che smiled and said: "If you want to be number one in the mainland in a certain aspect, you must give up other aspects."

"Although it's not enough, it's enough."
To be continued...