The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

A smile suddenly appeared on the man's face, and he quickly said, "Good, good, even if the previous things are offset!"

"Hey..." Zheng Quzhi scratched his head, and couldn't stop the help of this young version of the old man even now? Should we say that old people were too kind when they were young, or should they be too stupid and sweet?

What happened before is offset, what about after?

"The country will be invaded by others with indifferent people like you!" After giving the money, the woman gave Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan a vicious look.

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

Wei Yan: "..."

This is the first time to make a move. Not only did it fail to prevent the protagonist from helping the white-eyed wolf, but it also reduced his favorability in front of the protagonist.

When Zheng Quzhi returned to the room, his mood was still a little depressed. After holding back for a long time, he couldn't digest it. He had to ask Wei Yan again: "How can we save Silly Baitian?"

Wei Yan was silent and moved his gaze to the distance.

***

Miss Silly Baitian was gone, Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan would not wait. After hearing her identity, Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan walked on the street towards her workplace.

The old man is called Yi Xia and works in the dance hall here.

She is now in her prime time, she is beautiful, she has a good figure, not to mention her singing voice, she is very popular in dance halls.

Zheng Quzhi swayed a few times at the door, looked at the poster placed at the door, and couldn't help but smile: "This is also like a star, and she and I are half of the same company!"

Wei Yan calmly blocked Zheng Quzhi's sight, without any emotion on his face: "Go in and take a look?"

The poster was blocked by him. Zheng Quzhi turned his head to look at it a few times and finally gave up after looking at it to no avail. He looked at Wei Yan meaningfully and laughed: "I won't be afraid that I will nail my eyes on people when I go in. ?"

"Are you disgusted with eyeballs?" Wei Yan glanced at him with a smile, and said slowly: "Do you need me to remove it for you?"

Zheng Quzhi inexplicably remembered the scene where Luo Xingtong was looking for eyeballs, so he swallowed and squeezed out a smile: "Farewell, I think the eyeballs are in my eyes very well."

"Oh." Wei Yan withdrew his gaze, looking lazy and harmless.

Zheng Quzhi touched his nose, always feeling that it was not a solution for him to be so persuaded in front of Wei Yan, but there seemed to be no solution. First of all, this is a terminal illness and cannot be cured. Secondly, he also enjoys the process of counseling in front of Wei Yan most of the time. There should be some personal weakness among the lovers.

I just always feel that I have some losses.

With a heavy weight on his shoulder, Wei Yan had already embraced him and walked inside.

The inside is equivalent to the Republican version of the bar, many people are dancing, and there are many drinking and watching dancing below.

"Huh?" Zheng Quzhi suddenly noticed something was wrong: "The Republic of China should have been a long time ago, right?"

I thought it was more than 40 years ago, but it doesn't seem to be very similar, it seems to be a bit more advanced. Is Yi Xia so old?

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded, and squinted at the woman singing on stage, her eyes darkening: "Seventy years ago, she was just seventeen or eighteen now..."

Zheng Quzhi: "Huh?"

So isn't it a matter of mother and son? It's... about love again? ? ? But Yi Xia looked like a man in his twenties. Why did he look so mature when he was seventeen or eighteen? ? ?

There were all kinds of people in the crowd, Zheng Quzhi was dazzled, seeing this illusion is not dangerous, on the contrary, as if crossing through, his heart relaxed a lot, relying on Wei Yan to fall asleep.

Just when Zheng Quzhi was about to fall asleep, a gunshot sounded.

The singing stopped instantly, and the dance hall suddenly became chaotic. Many people screamed and wanted to run out. But it was too late, and a group of Japanese people had surrounded the dance hall.

Zheng Quzhi leaned against Wei Yan and lowered his voice: "Should we not be killed by them?"

"Don't worry." Wei Yan laughed, stretched out his hand to pinch Zheng Quzhi's earlobe and rubbed it.

Of course the Japanese didn't start the killing, they just found the best position and ordered the people on stage to continue singing. Isha seemed to be used to it, he only trimmed his hair, and started singing again.

Zheng Quzhi's heart settled down, but he gave a sigh of irony in his eyes.

Business women do not know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing backyard flowers across the river. Maybe it is to describe such a scene? However, now this "business woman" has become the object of his help.

"Are we here to listen to the songs and see the dance?" After waiting for a while, Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but speak.

Wei Yan lowered his head and glanced at him: "Are you bored?"

Can it be boring? Even if it’s Tian Lai, it’s almost enough after listening for more than half an hour. Listening endlessly, even if you’re not tired of listening, should you be tired of singing?

Just as he thought, she was really tired, but she didn't dare to stop, even if her voice became hoarse. Fortunately, the Japanese didn't feel embarrassed too much. He got up when she heard her throat dumb and walked out without saying a word.

The leader led a group of people away, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking like an afterthought.

Yi Xia also quickly stepped down, not knowing where he went.

Wei Yan's eyes flashed, pulling Zheng Quzhi to his feet, and then quickly walked out. Zheng Qu Zhizheng didn't know why, and when he finally blocked Yi Xia behind, he looked at Wei Yan with a little surprise.

He seems to be familiar with it.

Isha also seemed surprised to see them both, and soon his face became a little ugly: "Are you following me?"

Her voice was already dumb, and after speaking, Yi Xia frowned first.

Just as Zheng Quzhi was about to deny it, he heard a sentence in his ear: "Yes."

Uh? ? ?

Zheng Quzhi was dumbfounded, what was Wei Yan talking about? ? ?

"No, we didn't follow you!" Zheng Quzhi pinched Wei Yan, gave him a vicious look, and then continued to explain: "Don't get me wrong, we are not bad guys."

Isha glanced at them a few times, and his face was a little slow: "The bad guys are probably not as decent as you. Come on, what can I do?"

"What you said is wrong." Zheng Quzhi focused on the first half of the sentence, and persuaded him with all his heart: "A well-dressed one is not necessarily a good person, and a tattered one is not necessarily a bad person."

After speaking, he had a meal, and when he looked up, I saw Yi Xia staring at him with a smile, a little ironic.

"Hey, you did it on purpose?" Zheng Quzhi raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized that he was really wrong. This Yi Xia doesn't look like a silly white sweet now.

Deliberately lead him to say this to slap him in the face? Damn, this is not a simple character either...

"What about deliberately?" Yi Xia was still not afraid of the sky, she said mockingly: "I have not lived a life of charity from others, what do you bother me for?"