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Chapter 80 Magical Magician

Yang Di handed a card to the Western girl, took another one and said, "Learn from me, keep you okay." As he said, he took poker and gently shook it next to his face, and said, "I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me..."

The beautiful girl was so angry that she seemed to want to bite Yang Di. She definitely regarded Yang Di as a lunatic, but Yang Di held her arm tightly and did not dare to struggle hard to attract attention. She whispered: "Let me go!"

At this time, Agassi and his men had already walked over slowly. Agassi glanced at Yang Di and the girl beside him.

When he saw Yang Di, Agassi was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his face seemed very calm, but Yang Di knew very well. This guy was nervous. He must be afraid that he would beat him up again.

Yang Di calculated that Agassi was definitely a psychological shadow that he had been hit by, and did not dare to face him again. Then he joked with this beautiful Western girl, saying that he would use invisibility to make Agassi and the others unable to see him. As it turned out, Yang Di's idea was not wrong at all. Agassi was afraid of Yang Di at this moment, and he didn't dare to look at him too much.

When the Western girl saw Agassi looking at her, her face changed suddenly. She scolded Yang Di in her heart and thought that she would be killed by this lunatic this time.

The Western girl saw Agassi just glanced at him, but turned her eyes away.

The girl was stunned, then looked at Yang Di who was muttering around her. After hesitating for a moment, she imitated Yang Di's appearance, picked up the playing cards and swayed in front of her eyes, muttering: "I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me..."

Agassi waved his hand and walked over to the girl Yang Di without looking back, as if he really didn't see the two people leaning against the wall.

When Agassi and his group came down the stairs, the Western girl exclaimed "Ah" and opened her mouth slightly, looking at Yang Di in confusion and curiosity, and then looking at the poker in her hand. The cuteness of that little look is as cute as it is.

Yang Di smiled slightly, took out the fifty dollars in his pocket, stuffed it into the girl's hand, and said, "I am a magician. I just improvised it, and there is no charge." Then he took the poker in the girl's hand back: "Goodbye!"

Looking at Yang Di's back as he walked away, the Western girl stayed for a long time, suddenly came back to her senses, her hands closed at the mouth, and shouted loudly: "Mr. Magician, thank you! My name is Shirley!"

Yang Di was funny, but he didn't look back. He raised his hand and shook it, turning across the corridor, leaving the girl with a mysterious and chic back.

The next morning, Yang Di, who left the Oriental Princess, had breakfast in a restaurant. He had just checked out and went out. He was about to fly back to China today.

As soon as Yang Di walked out of the restaurant door, he heard a sudden sound of harsh brakes, followed by the sound of running "Tingdeng".

Yang Di turned around and immediately felt a little amused and cried. He saw the beautiful Western girl she saw in the casino last night running towards her, panting. While running, he jumped and took off the crystal high-heeled sandals from his feet. Behind the girl, three or four big men shouted and scolded and chased her.

Seeing Yang Di standing in front of him about ten meters away, Shirley was stunned at the beginning, then she screamed happily, ran over quickly, and shouted while running: "Mr. Magician, we are meeting again, please help me!"

Yang Di sighed in his heart, this is really a troublemaker.

Shirley ran to Yang Di panting and touched Yang Yangyi's pocket, "Mr. Magician, hurry up, where is your magic poker? Take it out!"

Yang Di glanced at the strange and strong men chasing behind him, thinking that although he really had methods that were far more skillful to ordinary people than magicians, it was not brought by "magic poker".

Yang Di smiled and said, "We won't use magic this time, this time we use Chinese Kung Fu to solve problems."

At this time, several strong men had already chased him, and one of them swung a baseball bat and smashed Yang Di.

A playing card suddenly appeared in Yang Di's hand. With a light wave of his hand, the playing card flew towards the strong man's baseball baseball. The strong man felt an irresistible force surged. He was originally going to play Yang Di's baseball bat but hit his knees.

There was a loud "bang", and then the sound of bones breaking came clearly. The strong man screamed "ah" and fell to the ground with his knee in his arms.

Another strong man kicked Yang Di. He clearly kicked Yang Di's stomach, but found that he had inexplicably kicked one of his accomplices on the butt.

The accomplice screamed in pain, then looked at the guy who kicked him and roared: "George, you bastard, you are an idiot, why did you kick your own people?"

George naturally felt inexplicable, "I was clearly kicking the kid's stomach, but when I was about to kick him, my strength shifted in direction and actually kicked you!"

So, under Yang Di's mysterious attack method, Yang Di didn't need to take action directly, and these strong men knocked themselves down.

Shirley was a little stunned and thought to herself that this young man in the East was a magician, and he was simply a magician. He didn't have to do it by himself when he hit someone. It was so amazing!

When those strong men knocked themselves to the ground, Shirley happily held Yang Di's hand, "Mr. Magician, you shouldn't say Mr. Magician, thank you for saving me again. To express my endless gratitude to you, I decided to let you really kiss me, and I will write a song for you!"

Yang Di is not very interested in kissing Shirley. Although the girl is indeed very beautiful, she is not very old, only sixteen or seventeen years old. Yang Di has always had a complex of royal sisters and prefers mature and sexy women, but is not very interested in little girls who seem a little immature.

However, Yang Di was a little interested in Shirley's saying that she wanted to write a song for herself. She glanced at Shirley's beautiful little face, "Sherley, can you still write songs? Isn't it just random writing, right?"

Yang Di only thinks that Shirley is a troublemaker and is always chased by others, but she can't tell that she has any musical talent, so she is skeptical about what she calls writing a song for herself.

"Hmph, don't underestimate others. He is a genius singer-songwriter. Do you know when my first song was written? He was seven years old. I was a seven-year-old elementary school student that year! When I was in middle school, I was already the lead singer and song creator of the campus band "Gun and Rose". You actually said I could write songs randomly?"
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