The City of Terror

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The vegetarian food of the hotel was just sent, Wei Xiaobei signed the order, and that Shi Yongping arrived, followed by the release of the truth.

However, Shi Yongping did not let Shi Yanzhen follow him. He sent the apprentice away with a few words.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiaobei was somewhat convinced of the previous speculation.

This shows that it is the posture of secret talk.

Of course, even if Shi Yongping does not drive away the release, Wei Xiaobei has to remind the other party that after all, this gray world cannot be spread everywhere.

The two sides sat down, Wei Xiaobei was a guest who came to enter the distance, and he greeted Shi Yongping to eat.

"Come, master, this melon meat is doing well, it's really like meat."

Wei Xiaobei used a public chopstick to clip a winter melon that was similar to fat meat to the bowl of Shi Yongping.

At this time, Shi Yongping had a heart to eat, and smiled slightly: "The guardian does not need to be like this. This hotel is a partnership between Shaolin's disciples and Shaolin Temple. This is the master of the Shaolin Temple. If the owner of the forest is borrowed, If you are interested, the next time you are old, ask the donor to have a good meal."

Speaking of this, this interpretation of Yongping is the opposite of the warmth of the water, eyes staring at Wei Xiaobei asked: "I don't know that Wei Shizhu entered the gray world this time, seeing me the inferior?"

"Inferior? The inferior did not see it, but the monk did see one."

Wei Xiaobei's right hand took out a string of beads and played it, but let the eyes of the Yongping figure shine, and then the Buddha beads were robbed from Wei Xiaobei.

"Shi Yankun's beads!"

Speaking, then Shi Yongping turned the beads, and suddenly confirmed.

It turned out that each of these beads was engraved with a word on it.

If you contact the name of Shi Yankun, you don't have to say much.

"How is Shi Yankun?"

After confirming the Buddha beads, Shi Yongping hurriedly turned to look at Wei Xiaobei, with an eagerness in his eyes.

For Shi Yongping's eagerness. Wei Xiaobei was not in a hurry, and he took a chopsticks vegetarian dish and slowly ate it.

"Let's say, what conditions are needed."

This interpretation of Yongping is also an old man. After the initial rush, the look relaxed, and asked Wei Xiaobei.

Of course, Wei Xiaobei also saw this fist that Yong Yongping secretly clenched.

This is what Wei Xiaobei did not think of. The old monk of Shi Yongping will be biting when he is anxious!

Can't hang people's appetite too high. Otherwise, the line is broken and it is troublesome.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobei put down the chopsticks and asked very curiously: "Master, what is the relationship between Yan Yankun and you? Is it worth the nervousness of the elderly?"

"He is my apprentice."

Shi Yongping sneered at Wei Xiaobei, but his words were hesitant.

"Swear with the Buddha?"

Wei Xiaobei smirked.

Although Wei Xiaobei is a man, but with such a hint of gossip, after all, I can know that this is a secret thing in the secret, but it is also a little exciting.

"The Buddha swears?"

Shi Yongping’s eyes were staring at Wei Xiaobei, and there was no expression on his face. It’s like saying something that has nothing to do with yourself.

To be honest, when seeing Shi Yongping like this, Wei Xiaobei was secretly alert.

Wei Xiaobei has experience. Older people like this age often pay attention to a city, but when they are expressionless, they are usually the most angry time.

Of course, there are also angry and laughing people.

But this release Yongping should be the former.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you say it. Shi Yankun is the only son of the old man."

Just when Wei Xiaobei was on alert. Shi Yongping lost a big bomb on Wei Xiaobei’s head.

"What? Is Shi Yankun your only son?"

Wei Xiaobei’s face was amazed, but his heart was colorful.

To say this possibility, Wei Xiaobei is speculating, but Wei Xiaobei thinks it is unlikely. Because that Shi Yankun, he explored the past and did not match the blood of Shi Yongping.

In other words, there is no blood relationship between the two.

But now I heard that Yongping said this, Wei Xiaobei remembered two possibilities.

First, after the release of Yan Kun, the magic. Bloody breath may change.

Second, Shi Yankun is not the biological son of Shi Yongping, either a adopted child or a child of the next king.

Of course, what happened between Shi Yankun and Shi Yongping, Wei Xiaobei did not plan to go deeper.

After all, the release of Yan Kun has been hung in his own hands.

"Shi Yankun is dead, dead in the hands of the greedy witch Roga!"

Wei Xiaobei did not hide again, and the loss of Shi Yankun was transferred to Shi Yongping.

Of course, there is also a certain artistic processing inside.

Although Shi Yankun really died in Wei Xiaobei's hand, but in Wei Xiaobei's view, this release of Yan Kun from the beginning of the magic, is no longer Shi Yankun, not to mention the release of Yan Kun after the demonization, That is, the toy controlled by the witch, and killing the other person, will undoubtedly release the other party.

Of course, if you say this directly, I am afraid that this will immediately turn to his face.

Although Wei Xiaobei is not afraid of Shi Yongping, but plainly gives himself an enemy for no reason, Wei Xiaobei is really stupid.

"died?"

There is no doubt that the bomb released by Wei Xiaobei is more powerful than the release of Yongping.

Although Shi Yongping probably guessed it, it was obviously unacceptable, his eyes were red, and he was staring at Wei Xiaobei, and Wei Xiaobei stared at a bit creepy.

Does this guy know that he has killed Shi Yankun?

impossible?

Didn't see him have such ability?

This is really, don’t do anything wrong, don’t be afraid of knocking on the door.

Well, Wei Xiaobei is not doing things wrong, but always feels a little weird.

When Wei Xiaobei was suspicious, Xu Yongping slaped it on the table.

As a national master, even if it is probably a master of national art, this is how much power Yongping has to do with a single hand, so there is no need to elaborate.

In short, Wei Xiaobei ate a small half of the mater and danced in an instant, and the plates sputtered like a hidden weapon.

Wei Xiaobei only had time to escape the plate that was shot at him. As for the plates and soups that were shot toward the walls, beds, etc., he was left alone.

In addition to being too laborious, this is not his own home. After the old monk is worried, compensation is his own business. Wei Xiaobei feels that he does not need to intervene.

Well, of course, this has also caused a lot of disasters. First of all, the chandeliers in the downstairs room were directly shaken off two, but fortunately, they did not hurt people, but they also scared the guests to death.

When the waiter came along with the security guard to check the situation, he only saw the door open. After an old monk came out, he turned and sang a Buddha number to the person inside the door: "Amitabha, Wei Shizhu, since you are not willing to serve as a monk The regiment instructor, then the old man is no longer forced. As for the security company recruiting people, the old man is now in a state of confusion, and Yu Yanzhen will negotiate with you."

After that, the old monk turned and left.

The security guard wanted to stop the old monk. Fortunately, the security manager arrived at this time and saw the security guards trying to reach out to the old monk. The souls almost flew out, and they screamed and punched. The security guard rushed open, as if a pug was leaning against the old monk, and he was full of faces: "Uncle Shu, what do you always command?"

"Amitabha, the donor knows the old man?"

The old monk was a little surprised. He looked at the security manager, but his face was not good-looking. If he changed to someone, he would not feel good at this time.

"The disciple is a disciple of the common family, and the master is a new master."

The security manager replied in a hurry and wondered if the old monk was seeing himself unhappy, or the security guards had offended his old man.

"Your kung fu is well trained."

In front of outsiders, this interpretation of Yongping’s mind was not good, but he did not take the idea of ​​a foreigner’s anger. He patted the security manager’s shoulder and nodded awkwardly. Then he pointed to Xiaowei’s room: “Living inside You can't be scorned in the temple, all the expenses are hanging in the temple, can you understand?"

To say this kind of thing, naturally, it should not be managed by a security manager. How to say it is also the account manager.

But the security manager knows what is the identity of the people?

Shaolin Damo Hall is the first! The abbot's brother! Even the hotel owner must call this old monk teacher uncle, not to mention that half of the shares in this hotel are Shaolin Temple.

In short, since Shi Yongping raised this matter, even if he posted the money, he must do it well. What about the need to pay for it?

joke!

"Uncle Shu, the disciples naturally remember, will take care of your guests!"

The security manager patted his chest and replied firmly.

"Well, very good."

Shi Yongping is full of pain now, and it is very good to remember to say hello.

After all, Wei Xiaobei is a big master who is not born. Even if he is hurt, he does not dare to offend each other easily.

Shi Yongping turned and left, many security guards, the waiter watched the master with a respectful look.

No one is a fool. Looking at the actions of the security manager and the words of communication with them, everyone knows what it looks like to be an ugly old monk.

Shaolin sorghum!

Since this hotel is not far from Lushan, and the boss is a disciple of Shaolin, the people in this hotel have more or less points to the Buddha. Well, those call girls are not in this range.

Therefore, after understanding the identity of Shi Yongping, nature is admired.

"The waiter, come in and clean up."

Just when the eyes of the people had just recovered from the disappearing back, they heard a man coming out of the door and asked for a beckoning.

Well, is this what Gao Hao said?

The people present, the identity is different, and the eyes and minds of Wei Xiaobei are also different.

The youthful and beautiful waiters looked at the distinguished person and looked very noble. They also knew that they were VIPs. They directly marked the other party with labels such as young and old, power, etc., and looked at Wei Xiaobei’s eyes unconsciously. A little love.

Hearing Wei Xiaobei said that the eight waiters rushed to pick up the room after Wei Xiaobei. (To be continued.)