"Click"

Who scared who? Wang Langjun snatched the yellow bamboo pole from the man in the straw raincoat, broke the bamboo pole and threw it into the water bay, and followed the flow.

The man in the straw raincoat was so distressed that his face was twitching, and his beard was tilted.

That is the yellow bamboo that has grown for three hundred years!

A handful of treasures in the world.

Just gone?

I feel so distressed.

Death loss.

Have to accompany you.

"Wow"

The man in the straw raincoat beats his chest and stamps his feet, crying, circling around the gray-robed boy, shouting in pain: "Boy, have you ever seen a bamboo pole that has grown for three hundred years but is only a finger-thick?

You don't understand it when you look stupid.

It's priceless, hard to find money, unique, unique…”

"Stop, won't it float in the water, just take it away by yourself.

No matter how annoying it is, I will beat you up and let go."

Touching the car, blackmail, and looking for a slap? Wang Langjun was stunned and became angry. He pointed to the bamboo pole drifting in the bay, stared at the straw raincoat man and scolded him angrily.

Who is this?

Disrespect for the old man.

Don't learn well.

Not flat.

If this white-bearded old man was not young and had a tender skin, he could not help but beat him up, Wang Langjun really wanted to beat him up.

This is unhappy.

Very suffocated.

Because Wang Langjun was buried alive last night, before he was unconscious, he was desperately thinking about rushing out of the grave and killing all Di Pu and his group to take revenge.

Unfortunately, Di Pu successfully buried Wang Langjun alive and suffocated and fainted.

But when Wang Langjun woke up again, he was lying on the edge of the grave, holding an identity token and a gray purse containing twenty taels of silver in his hand.

What's going on?

Can't touch the mind.

However, a clump of tree roots grew on the left side of the grave, densely packed.

Quite strange, that's all.

There is no way to see the hole.

This made Wang Langjun puzzled.

So he walked into the water bay with a lot of hatred.

Thinking about the several struggles of life and death yesterday, I struggled to death, and that feeling was so scary.

After waking up, the hatred in my heart rose and grew.

I just want to kill my enemies and vent my hatred.

Otherwise you will die of suffocation.

Crazying the old scoundrel...

He was full of murderous intent, his eyes were like a knife, and the straw raincoat man could see clearly. He walked around Wang Langjun and pretended to fall. He reached out and hugged Wang Langjun's waist, and shouted unyieldingly: "Ah, you still want to kill someone after breaking your old treasure pole?

Kill, I will let you kill.

You will have to pay your life if you kill me.

The old man has lived a lot of age and has buried the loess around his neck.

It won’t be a loss if you pull it on as a cushion.

You kill, or you will pay for your old treasure?”

"What treasure?

It was clearly an ordinary bamboo pole, which broke as soon as it was broken.

This is the characteristic of ordinary bamboo poles.

It's not a treasure at all."

An old bastard, a rogue, Wang Langjun twisted his waist and didn't take off the straw raincoat, and scolded him in anger.

If you don’t worry about killing someone to pay for your life.

Especially when killing people among the nobles, they will become wanted criminals in the government.

Hiding everywhere and living a life of being chased by officers and soldiers.

If the day is in danger, God knows when he will die?

Forced to kill the man in the raincoat, Wang Langjun had already started killing people.

Including yesterday, Wang Langjun did not torture and kill the people in Dijiazhuang. They took into account their own safety and were forced to kill them due to helplessness.

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind killing another old rogue now.

It was this breath... The man in the raincoat pressed his side face against the young man's back and sniffed it violently, then let go of Wang Langjun's hands, walked to the convex rock and pulled up a silk thread.

"Stir"

Silver threads are like shuttles, threading needles and threading.

The water waves extend out.

In a moment, the wire thread connected to the yellow bamboo pole that had drifted three meters away with the waves was straightened, and he pulled the bamboo pole out of the water.

Flying back and grab it in his hand, the man in the straw raincoat raised the broken yellow bamboo pole and said angrily: "If you don't believe this is a treasure bamboo pole, then go to Dijiazhuang to find a hard-cut bamboo pole to test..."

"Go to Dijiazhuang to borrow a knife?

Are you killing someone with a knife or someone from Dijiazhuang?"

Looking for death? Wang Langjun was stunned and scolded with a cold face.

Which pot doesn’t open and which pot is lifted?

I was worried that I could not enter Dijiazhuang, would I catch up with this old man?

The murderous intent, the man in the straw raincoat was slightly shocked, and he held a bamboo pole on Wang Langjun's left shoulder, and said angrily: "Who is the Di family?"

He also used a knife to kill people, is that?

Who are you going to kill?

Don't even think about it, there is no way to die.

Unless you still have a treasure bamboo pole, you will never die of love..."

"Damn, are you an old scoundrel climbing along the pole?

Try it again, open your mouth, and I will strangle you to death with your mouth?"

Bastard, Wang Langjun stared at the old scoundrel angrily, and leaned out his hand to attack the old scoundrel and was eager to scold him.

The man in the straw raincoat is not afraid, and Wang Langjun is so angry.

What? The man in the straw raincoat took a step forward, stared at Wang Langjun slightly and said angrily: "Come on, try strangling me to death?

Do you want me to call someone to watch?

Will someone watch you strangle me to death?

That's so charming?"

"Let's go to the scenery of Dijiazhuang."

If he didn't feel happy, Wang Langjun had no choice but to take the old scoundrel's arm, and trotted all the way to the south gate of Dijiazhuang.

Looking at the vermilion gate from afar, the plaque of gold-fonted characters in Dijiazhuang is hanging high.

It is paired with the corners of Gongyu Tower to shelter from the wind and rain, reflecting the golden light of the rising sun.

Combined with red walls and green tiles, it extends to the left and right for several miles.

He is really a big family and generous.

He walked closer to the south gate in the middle section along the southeast wall and exclaimed: "Look, the flower-picking thief is here..."

"Ah, it's really him, hurry up, go and report to the old man..."
To be continued...