?The gambling room was narrow and half of the curtain was lifted, and the smoke was in a mess. Park Cheng avoided the curtain, bent over and went in, stood at the door, frowned at the smell of smoke. Xu Qingsheng was picking up the cigarette gun and trembling his hands and told him: "The younger one is the first to order the eldest young man."

Park Cheng didn't reply, his eyes turned around the person who was shrinking from the corner of the wall and sucking clouds. He said, "That's all?"

Xu Qingsheng said, I don’t know if it was because he was too excited and his fingers were shaking violently. He wiped the fire four or five times, while chanting: “This is a good thing! A magic medicine!”

The smoke gun was held in front of him, and Park Cheng took it. He sniffed under his nose, smelling a sweet fragrance mixed with burning choking. The smoke gun was not used for the first time, with stains on it. Park Cheng looked at it for a while, and Xu Qingsheng smelled the smell and showed a swaying look. He approached and urged halfway: "You taste it, try it, just try it." He raised his right hand and begged: "You taste it this time, if you don't like it, you'll be a little bit." He shrank, "I'll kick your head."

"That's amazing." Park Cheng raised his eyes and stared at him, "Are you playing with this thing too?"

"Hey." Xu Qingsheng rubbed his hands and laughed a few times, short, thick and heavy, and he said, "Only good things dare to show you."

"I haven't seen it before." Park Cheng raised his cigarette gun and looked backwards, "Where did you come from the Maritime Business?"

"I don't know." Xu Qingsheng swallowed his saliva, "I asked someone to get it from Jiangtang." He gradually became a little irritable, but he still had to coax him patiently: "You taste..."

Park Cheng turned his gun and his mouth was facing his lips. Although it was far away, it had a sense of being close. Xu Qingsheng's face was ecstatic, and he swallowed his saliva and wanted to suck it for Park Cheng.

A voice suddenly came from outside the curtain, and he said timidly: "Park Cheng...Is Park Cheng inside?"

Park Cheng listened to the sound, raised his hand and threw the gun into Xu Qingsheng's arms, and replied, "It's here." Rong Yang poked his head and distinguished him from which shadow it was. Park Cheng took a few steps, pulled the person, and said, "It's here."

Rong Yang returned to the gambling hall, but she was still nervous at this moment. She clenched Park Cheng's sleeves and advised: "Shaozhen and senior brother have finished buying paper and ink. Let's go back?"

"Big Young Master!" Xu Qingsheng held Park Cheng's robe from behind, "Big Young Master, you haven't--"

"Dog courage." Park Cheng turned around, his eyes were depressed, staring at his hand holding the robe, like a tiger holding his beard.

Xu Qingsheng was already addicted to it, dragged his robe and begged, "Big Young Master, Big Young Master! You have already lit it..." His eyes were red and he pulled Park Cheng, as if he was pulling a life-saving straw. "Taste it, taste it, otherwise I will not feel sorry for it!"

Park Cheng blocked Rong Yang's gaze and turned around and pulled back his robe. He raised his gun with one finger, put the gun on the body, knocked Xu Qingsheng, and said, "Get out."

What kind of bastard is Park Cheng? When he was in Xu Hang, he had a lot of things to drag people into the water. Xu Qingsheng came from and couldn't tell where this thing came from. He urged him earnestly, but he was always a trap for him. He himself was an expert in this method, so how could he guess? If Rong Yang hadn't found him, he would definitely let Xu Qingsheng crawl out today.

Park Cheng sneered coldly and knocked out the curtain. The guy who had been watching the hall immediately trotted over and said in a silence: "Young Master is having fun?"

"Don't pretend for me." Park Cheng's eyebrows were cold, "Find someone to do something reliable. If you are such a despicable person, you don't even have many letters to fight on the streets. Do you fool me?"

"Who dares to fool you!" The guy said hurriedly: "That kid is just a dishonest! Look at his fingers, it was because of his unclean hands and feet! You calm down and ask someone to deal with this turtle grandson!"

"Come on." Park Cheng looked back and looked at the place, pretending to be angry, and asked, "It's a new thing, it's just the soil and grass that Xu Hang drew."

"You are very knowledgeable." The guy rubbed against him and whispered: "But this thing looks like soil and grass, which is very precious. At this point, it is still flowing in from the river pond. Others are not comparable to the eldest young master. Is this apologizing for you to pretend to take it away?"

"Yo." Park Cheng glanced at him, "It turned out to be something that was flowing privately."

The guy smiled blurredly and lowered his eyes and whispered: "It's not convenient, do you go to Curry with the youngest?"

Park Cheng was really interested now. He raised his finger under his nose, and there was still a sweet smell left on his fingertips. He raised his eyebrows halfway and said, "Lead the way forward."

Rong Yang suddenly tightened his fingers and pulled him and said, "Pu Cheng."

Park Cheng pulled his arm with his backhand and said, "Let's go after a glance."

The things were in Curry, and Curry was behind the gambling hall. Walking through a deep alley and entering a low door. When Park Cheng bent over and looked around, the guy led the way and said, "This place was narrowly built at the beginning, so please pay attention to your feet."

It was broad daylight, and there were shadows inside. Although they were close to the gambling hall, Rong Yang did not hear the lively movement in the gambling hall. He was a little uneasy when he was observing the yard was too tight. He kept holding Park Cheng's sleeve, Park Cheng pulled his wrist. He wanted to ask Park Cheng what he saw, but the guy turned around from time to time and chatted with Park Cheng, but he couldn't get in touch.

"The ground is good." Park Cheng looked at the narrow windows on both sides, and said in a flat and domineering tone in the shadows, "This place should be dealt with some 'thing'."

The guy pushed open the wooden box everywhere, and left a narrow passage and heard it, "Young Master, have such a good eye. Our museum is small, and we can only teach you a lesson on the spot when we encounter any thorny troubles. Fortunately, the warehouse is inside, so we don't dirty your eyes." As he said that, he stopped and turned around and smiled at Park Cheng, "Young Master, that's it."

Park Cheng took a step apart, looked at the opened box and said, "It's black and dirty, copy the light."

"Hey, a little negligence." The guy bent down and groped in the miscellaneous items beside the box. He looked at Park Cheng lowering his head, touched the iron stick under his hands, and said slowly: "Young Master, look slowly, things can't run away."

Park Cheng was reaching out to dial the smoke from the box, and wind suddenly appeared above his head. Before his waist could hide, Rong Yang behind him first covered his body, and then with a muffled blow, Rong Yang lay down on his back.

"My mother!" Park Cheng dragged Rong Yang sideways, leaned over and poked, flipped the box with one hand, and smashed the guy's storefront.

The ku slammed the door tightly, and the shadows were dim. Park Cheng approached as Xu Qingsheng's trembling pleading sound approached.

"Master, please give me some reward. Let me take a sip, and it will be done!" He followed behind someone, and actually knelt on his knees, begging like a dog: "Look! The person is here! Master Park is here! Let me quickly, take a sip."

His voice gradually changed tone, he gasped for a rough voice, sobbed and choked, holding a person's legs, staring at the guns on his hands.

"The eldest young master hasn't touched it yet." The man who chopped Xu Qingsheng up to kick him away that day, turned to Park Cheng, and said, "Young master doesn't smoke such a good thing, thanks! I will help you with the eldest young master, and I will give it to you personally."

"Fuck me, you." Park Cheng kicked over the miscellaneous box, "How dare you fuck me in Changhe Town?"

"I dare not." The man turned his head and smiled, "No, let you taste it." He lowered his voice and said, "After you taste it, you should beg me. Mr. Park loves his son the most, and he can eat the price of this thing. Hey, don't look at it. Business also requires some means." He raised his head, "What are you stunned, support the eldest young master."

Several guys copied the stick and came to Park Cheng.

Shao Zhen was so hot that his whole body was hot. He raised the paper to block it, but Rong Yang didn't ask anyone to come back. He kicked Su Zhou, who was sleepy and said, "Let's go find it." He said annoyedly, "It's squatting inside to hatch eggs, and I haven't seen anyone for so long."

Su Zhou was sweating and responded in a muffled voice, not even wanting to say anything extra. When the two arrived at the gambling hall, Su Zhou asked the guy inside, "Where is the young master of the Park family?"

The guy looked honest and grabbed his head and replied, "I'm still here just now, and a young man came to look for him, and the eldest young master left."

"Leave?" Su Zhou said, "Don't you wait for us?"

Shao Zhen glanced at the shaking curtains, as if someone was staring at them. He raised a grass and bit it, and said, "Then let's go too." His voice was not loud, "I'm waiting in the yard, so the sir may be anxious."

The two walked out and got off the steps of the gambling hall. Su Zhou said to look for it on the street. The two wandered for a while, and Shaozhen kept biting the grass without saying a word. When they walked back around, they were heading towards the long street, with a lot of people. Shaozhen dragged Su Zhou and scrambled into the crowd a few times, and there was no shadow.

Later, I pushed the crowded people out of the gambling hall and chased after a few steps, but I still lost it.

"How long have you been following this?" Su Zhou and Shaozhen pressed behind the fruit stall in the alley, and he whispered: "What are you doing with us?"

Shaozhen rubbed the grass and hissed, "What else can I do? It's probably because of Park's slut. It's hard to deal with." He grabbed his hair so hard that he was anxious, "Tell him to run to that place!"

But he also had a Rongyang. He could ignore Park Cheng, but he couldn't ignore Rongyang.

Shao Zhen turned around and pressed against the wall, silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Go and go back."

Su Zhou took off his outer shirt and tightened his belt a few times, wiped the sweat from his palms, and said to him: "It's not my senior brother who is joking with others. I'm the sixth brother personally telling me! Let's go!"

When Rong Yang woke up, she found that she was tied up. There was still a pain on his back, and the stick was knocked to his best, making him want to vomit out all his internal organs. He tried hard to open his eyes, but in the darkness, he could only hear someone beside him gasping heavily. He whispered: "Pu Cheng?"

The breathing gradually stopped. He listened to Park Cheng's nod and asked quickly: "What's wrong? They hit you?"

Park Cheng's face pressed against the cold ground, and he calmed down, and then said, "Who dares to hit me?" His hands were tied behind him, and he was so shaved that he was grinding in the struggle. He lied that he was not only beaten, but also almost got stuffed into other people's saliva. Thinking of this, he turned his head and suddenly felt a sudden mouth, his lips were bitten by himself, and he was licked with blood.

Xu Qingsheng leaned against the box, holding a cigarette gun, and kept smoking. The cigarette was spitting out and choked Rong Yang. He laughed suddenly and kicked Rong Yang, "Don't make a sound." He was fascinated by this energy, raised his head and sighed, "God, God is just like this." The man turned his head and looked at Park Cheng with pity, "If you hold it well, won't we sit outside and enjoy it? If you have to do this, how can you be tough?" He shook his legs and sighed, "Why do you have to? You must smoke it."

Park Cheng licked his teeth, and he sneered, "Explain it to grandpa, this thing not only flows in private, but also has to be covered by a big man, right?"

"I don't know." Xu Qingsheng took a few hard sips and felt comfortable all over, "You don't have to worry about this."

He shook his legs and wanted to kick Rongyang again, so he listened to Park Cheng rolling around, pressing Rongyang against Rongyang, and said to him: "Bah! You are so brave, come on Grandpa's face!"

Xu Qingsheng oh, with a whisper, shook his mouth and shook his body, and said, "Okay, wait a moment..."

The door opened again, and several people entered. One of them stretched out his waist, dragged Rongyang away, pulled the rope to the box, pinched Rongyang's face and looked around, and said, "It's really a boy from Rongyang." He kicked Xu Qingsheng and cursed, "Get up, come and press it. The master said, Young Master Park will not slap, and we can't force him to try it first."

Rongyang felt rough and cold hands on his cheeks in the darkness. He smelled the smell of burning fire and smelled the smoke rising from the smoke gun. His chest was rapid, and he moved backwards under the palm of his shoulders, but he couldn't move at all. His chin was pinched, his fingers stuck between his lips, and the smell of smoke blew over his face. Rongyang choked and coughed, feeling something approaching.

"You dare to stuff it in." Park Cheng hit the box on the ground, adding ruthlessness, "You fucking dare to stuff it in!" His eyes burned in the darkness, and he said, "I will definitely let you lose your son and your grandson, and your corpse will be in the wilderness!"

Several other people laughed softly, and someone said, "Big Young Master, Park and Da Jun, are you really saying that you are right to think of Changhe Town?"

Zhaozhao stepped on the back of Park Cheng's head and pressed it under his feet. The mud from the soles of the shoes was rubbed against his collar. The other party said, "Park Songcai doesn't have the courage to call you Big Young Master, you really treat yourself as a thing."

Park Cheng wiped the soil, and the smell of bloody tongue jumped. He laughed roughly, his head was knocked to the ground, but said, "What's the matter? I'm gone, what's the money you'll ask for when you're going to find Park Song?" The laughter shaved in his throat, and he said, "This thing has to be sold. If I'm gone, will you eat it?" He bit his tongue and said coldly, "Take it over, grandpa, please give you some sweetness."

He was pulled up from behind, and he pulled his hair with all his hands, and the smoke gun came into his mouth. Park Cheng heard Rong Yang call him, but he was all in mind. He bit the smoke gun and suddenly-

There was a sudden crackling outside, and then a fire broke out. A man shouted in anger: "His grandma is gone!"

The library is connected to a narrow road and leads directly to the gambling hall. There are also dense and dense layers inside, with only a few high windows ventilated. Once the fire catches, you can't run out without running. People outside suddenly smash and stumble quickly. Xu Qingsheng first held a cigarette gun and said in a daze: "It's fire." He looked at the fire and said shrillly: "It's fire!"

"Don't shout!"

But the chaos outside made people panic. When there were people from the gambling halls in the narrow road shouting: "It's time to leave! I'll pick up the bucket! I'll pick up the bucket!"

The fire suddenly licked into a window, and the people inside became panicked, and who could care about Park Cheng and Rongyang. In a panic, someone stepped on Park Cheng. He spitted a cigarette gun and squeezed against Rongyang's side. He pushed the person over. He pushed his fingers to pinch Rongyang's fingertips, touched Rongyang's rope, but found that he couldn't pull it. Park Cheng turned over and knelt on the ground, bowed his head to touch his wrist and bit it. Rongyang drooled, turned his head and listened to the sound, and said, "No, don't worry, I'll help you!"

"Bah!" Park Cheng spitted out rope dust and didn't reply.

Rong Yang noticed that the lips that were pressing against his palm were unexpectedly soft. He always felt that Park Cheng was like a thorn, and never thought that he had a soft spot. He was stunned and suddenly sang: "Shaozhen! Shaozhen!"

What a god!

Park Cheng cursed in his heart, you still fucking only remember Shaozhen at this time?!

Unexpectedly, the window was kicked open several times, revealing Su Zhou's face, pinching his nose and avoiding the smoke, shouting, "This is here! Hurry up!" His arm strength was good, he reached the beam above, turned in with his body, and jumped down directly. The soles of the shoes were too thin and the feet jumped in pain. He came over and quickly untied Park Cheng's rope, and then saw him biting Rong Yang's saliva, and in amazement, he actually laughed, and said, "My brother, you can't untickle it even after burning!"

The windows were filled with fire, and the scent of smoke and millet was rushing into the nose with the smell of burning wood. The silence of the scent of the scent of the scent of burning wood was pressed tightly from the outside and could not be pushed open inside.

Su Zhou pulled Park Chengrongyang behind him, pushed a little distance, spitted his left and right hands, covered it with burnt iron sheet, and shouted in a low voice: "Shaozhen!"

The man outside rushed up a few steps, slamming a low cauldron and smashed the door with a thunderous cauldron. Su Zhou tried his best inside, and the door of the iron bag clattered and was shaking, but it just couldn't fall off! Su Zhou's palms were so hot that they hurt. Shao Zhen outside was ruthless and smashed the door hard. The sound of the door panel burst, and Su Zhou kicked the wooden board a few times.

"Shaozhen!"

Shao Zhenyue dragged Pu Cheng's clothes and said angrily: "Next time for such a pickled matter, if you dare to pull Rong Yang, I will beat you all over the ground for your teeth!"
Chapter completed!