This shaman's surname is Akzhan, and most banner people now have their own Chinese surnames. I think he is suspected of eating from his ancestors, and you are not the surname of some yellow family aristocrat.It has nothing to do with me whether people change their Han surnames or not.The local people are used to calling him Asa (it turns out that Asa's name still has such a saying... embarrassing).The boyfriend of that beautiful woman just happened to meet Asa who just came back from Lao Pu's house, and said that Lao Pu took something that shouldn't belong to him and died of a curse.As a result, one passed on to the other and became more and more evil.But one thing is true, when Old Putou came up from the river, he was still alive.

In the end, I lost all interest. This passage was not as attractive as I imagined, but no matter how I looked at it, I felt that I was an introduction, because the mouse took the opportunity to flirt with the girls there.Rats are habitual offenders, and it looks like I'm going to sleep alone again tonight.Mouse's aggressive intimacy with a strange girl caught the attention of several tattooed hooligans at the table next to him, each of them gearing up, blowing their beards and staring.Thinking about it, I can't help feeling resentment when I see the local girl is about to give the rmb in the hands of the mouse.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, I couldn't help but dragged the mouse and left. Fortunately, I got a taxi as soon as I got out.The mouse complained that I was getting less and less understanding, and said that if I had given him a few more minutes just now, maybe I could be happy tonight by taking advantage of him.

"You bastard, didn't you see clearly what happened just now? The little hooligans at the table next to you have already taken aim at you. Take a look at the famous watch on your hand, and look at the sparkling diamond on your right ear. Earrings, please, let me tell you Brother Hao, can you stop showing off when we go out in the future!"

At first, the mouse was dissatisfied with seven and eight were not angry, saying that he asked the driver to drive back to give them some color to see. His roughly 1.9-meter grid had also learned martial arts, and he wanted to let a few youngsters try the iron fist.

"Come on guys, I see you are outsiders. This small place is no better than you in a big city. Those hooligans hang out in the bars here all the year round, sucking fans and making trouble. My brother, a good guy doesn’t suffer from immediate losses, go back, go back, don’t cause trouble.” The taxi driver was an old man with a good heart, and persuaded him earnestly.

Seeing that there was a step down, the mouse stopped making any noise.

When I got back to the hotel, it was already 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the mouse was still nagging that the duck on its mouth had flown, and it would never take me with me again.I was too lazy to talk to him, and was just about to undress, take a shower and go to bed.At this time, I suddenly heard a car passing by downstairs of the hotel, and then slammed on the brakes. The door was pulled open with a bang, and many people came down from inside.Although this hotel is a four-star hotel, few people in the county patronize it. It is usually the accommodation arranged by the provincial and municipal leaders when they come down to investigate work. We live on the second floor, so the slightest noise is extraordinarily loud in this quiet night real.

I guess the car should be a van, and there are at least five people in the car. Within a minute, the voice came from downstairs again.Every time I go out with him, I have to be 5 more careful. This kid has gotten into trouble a lot for picking up girls.I thought to myself: how can a person who drives a van afford a hotel of this size?And with so many people getting out of the van, they definitely didn't come for accommodation.

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