Mantou's legs are actually not very lame, and it is just a little bit sloppy when walking well, but he is always willing to work hard to make more twists and turns.

This looks rather miserable. Mantou said that if the victim is caught, he might just be soft-hearted.

"I don't know." Xiang Xi didn't want to talk too much. One was that he would get the wind when he opened his mouth, and the other was that he had not made any money for two days. He had to sway outside for a night. When he went back, he had to let Uncle Ping clean up the bacon.

Not very bright.

After walking along the street for a while, Xiang Xi turned a corner. He was not very familiar with this area and came very little. If he went further, he would not be Uncle Ping's territory. It would be easy to cause trouble when he went on this area.

But today I have to take some risk. The residential areas here are old, many of them have no properties, and some don’t even have walls, making it easy to enter and exit.

I walked around two times before several old residential buildings, and they were all broken electric cars, which was boring.

Finally, Xiang Xi stopped in front of a row of utility rooms.

Mantou didn't say anything, went over to look at several doors, stood in front of one of the doors, took out pliers from his pocket, and opened the padlock on the utility room door in two strokes.

"Hey." Mantou whispered happily as soon as he pushed open the door.

There is a brand new battery car inside, but it is locked firmly and can only be removed from the battery.

Xiang Xi looked at both sides, then looked up at the stairs behind him, and they were all closed. Looking at the lights sprinkled from the window, Xiang Xi felt a sense of loss that was indescribable.

So pretentious.

The skill of unloading steamed buns is not as good as Xiang Xi, but Xiang Xi was injured in his hand today, and he had to take on the job because he was injured.

Just looking at the street lights that were not much brighter than candles in the distance, Xiang Xi looked at the butt that was emerging in the steamed buns at the door of the parlor room. His movements were too unstraightened, and his butt had been in progress and retreat for several rounds, but it had not been finished yet.

After waiting for another ten seconds, Xiang Xi couldn't stay any longer and was about to go over and change the steamed buns.

It's dinner time now, and the north wind is as miserable as a dead father. Generally speaking, no one will come out, but Xiang Xi doesn't want to take risks. He doesn't eat and his body is frozen. He always feels that if someone chases him, he will run and break up the ground.

I just walked forward two steps and footsteps came from the corridor behind me. It sounded quite urgent, unlike the normal pace of going out.

"Let's go!" Xiang Xi didn't have time to think too much, so he went in and grabbed the bun's collar and ran to the other side of the street.

"Catch the thief!" A man's voice sounded behind him, and the shout was full of anger, "Catch the thief!"

Xiang Xi didn't have to look back, just by his voice, he knew that this man must be honest. He was like this, and 10 pounced on him was not enough to swing his arm.

"Chasing! Look, I can't beat him to death!" Another voice roared, "I didn't catch him yesterday, I dare to come today!"

Xiang Xi staggered for a moment and there were actually two!

"Split?" Mantou asked while running wildly.

"Wait a minute." Xiang Xi said, turning his head and taking a look. Both of them were holding guys in their hands.

This was not a temporary encounter, it was seen by someone upstairs and chased him down with something.

Hearing this, someone had already scanned this broken place once yesterday.

It's really memorable!

Xiang Xi sighed as he heard the light and heavy steps of the steamed buns behind him.

The terrain of these buildings is relatively high, and there is a large platform below the first floor. How many stairs do you need to go down to the flat ground.

After the two of them turned the side of the building, Xiang Xi suddenly slowed down, pushed the steamed buns back and lowered his voice and said, "You can go later."

The steamed bun was pushed down like a sack.

Xiang Xi glanced at it and found that the platform was not high, but if he squatted, he could dodge it. He continued to run forward.

Although fighting or being beaten is not Xiang Xi's strengths, running is the pursuit soldiers who are chasing the streets outside, and finally give up.

Xiang Xi found a corner of the wall that was leeing and panting for a long time. Now he was no longer cold. He was sweating all over his body, but his throat was dry and astringent.

"I didn't even hold the things and chased them so hard!" Mantou and he clashed at the street corner, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Xiang Xi glanced at him. It was probably when he was pushed down and rubbed against the ground. The steamed bun's face was covered with dust. He put his hands in his pocket and said, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Mantou spat on the ground, took out the cigarette box, looked at it, it was empty, he pinched the empty cigarette box and threw it away: "Do you have cigarette?"

"No," Xiang Xi buried his head and walked forward, "Go to eat something."

"Eat something? Don't you make one? Go back today?" Mantou patted the gray on his trouser legs, "We probably won't have a good life when we go back like this. When I came out today, I saw Uncle Ping's face being so irritated... Alas, I said Xiao Zhan, why are you so unhappy recently? You didn't have this before. You haven't opened for two days and don't look like your style... I've been talking about it."

"Do you smoke?" Xiang Xi took out the cigarette box from his pocket and handed it to the steamed bun.

"Hey!" He took out two steamed buns, one was put on his ear, and one was lit, "Don't you say there is no cigarette?"

"I'm talking too much, so smoke a cigarette and take a rest," Xiang Xi said. "I've changed my deep style recently. Can you cooperate?"

Xiao Zhan is the nickname given to Xiang Xi by Uncle Ping. When he picked him up.

In his quilt, there was a piece of paper that said it should be his date of birth and surname. Uncle Ping gave him a big name according to this surname.

The surname Xiang was picked up in the west.

He also gave him a nickname, saying that he was a great achievement.

Xiang Xi had never been to school, so he didn't know what it meant to be a grand plan. After he grew up, he explained the word to him by slandering the fake blind man who cheated and tricked women in the name of fortune telling, and he understood.

Have fun all night.

A grand plan?

That should be called a big show.

Besides, what pictures can a person like him show? It's so grand.

"Why don't you eat?" Mantou looked at Xiang Xi while eating rice bowl.

"I don't want to eat it." Xiang Xi poked the rice with chopsticks a few times, picked up a piece of meat and put it down again.

"Is it because I just got the wind and my stomach hurts again?" Mantou frowned, "Why don't you change the porridge and drink the porridge to nourish your stomach."

"It's okay, eat yours." Xiang Xi leaned against the wall, not a fairy pill, so he could raise it with a drink.

He looked out the window, through the two layers of glass and the air above, the already dim street scene outside was like a ghost film, leaving only the dizzy spots and dark shadows.

"Xiao Zhan," Mantou lowered his head and ate for a while, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Xiang Xi, "I thanked me just now, you are so nice."

Xiang Xi smiled with the corner of his mouth: "Don't be too involved, I'm not for you."

The steamed bun didn't make a sound, picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat.
Chapter completed!