MTL - Seven Evil Slips-Chapter 2

Yunnan, Lijiang Old Town, Gathering Casual Bar, the back door.

The sound of the music in the front was faint, and while nervously checking to see if anyone was coming, Wan San urged the two people in front of him one after another: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

These two people are like thieves, one is unpacking the box on the ground, the ring on the ear is the size of a bracelet, the other has a bunch of white hair dyed on his head, pouted his buttocks and fiddled with the box, then straightened up, with one hand and one hand. Bottles of foreign wine, the foreign language on the bottle is not rare in English, and it is compelling at first glance: "Two bottles of one hundred and two!"

"I'll wipe it!" Thirteen quit, "Why did the price go up? Wasn't it a hundred before?"

Baimao looked at him contemptuously: "What's wrong with one hundred and two? Once you enter the bar, the price is thousands of dollars. Those birds who come to pick up girls, can they drink a ball? These bottles look so high-grade, and they all cost money. Is it? And what you want is LTL, not wholesale!"

The wine bottle does look high-grade, and the packaging has been upgraded, and Wan San asked him for confirmation: "The raw materials have not been changed, don't drink industrial alcohol mixed with dead people."

Bai Mao felt very humiliated: "Can we do that immoral thing? Our fake is also a fake conscience!"

It's around nine o'clock in the evening, just when the bar started to be lively. Ten thousand three coaxed Uncle Zhang to help him temporarily at the bar, so there was no longer any delay. He grabbed a bottle and chased people away: "Let's go, let's go."

Big Earring resented, picked up the box and walked out: "Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge."

Bai Mao also continued: "No, you won't recognize anyone if you put on pants."

Normally, Ten Thousand would have to kick his **** alone, but it was too late at this time, he trotted through the dark aisle at the back, making sure that Uncle Zhang could hear his voice: "Come here, come here."

After walking two more steps, a light suddenly lit up in front of my eyes. The light on the top was swaying, and there were large and small goblets on the top of the bar.

It's free to hang out, it's a bar before eleven o'clock in the evening, and it's a clearing bar after eleven o'clock.

Uncle Zhang stood in the bar counter, like an old Beijing opera student who entered the ballet Little Swan, looking out of place, as soon as he saw 13,000, he scolded: "You son of a bitch, did you **** in the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain?"

Ten thousand three accompanied him with a smile: "Stomach hurts, uncle, you have to understand... Besides, am I not coming back?"

He lowered his body and got in from the shelf of the bar. Uncle Zhang scolded him angrily again before leaving.

Ten-thousand sighed, turned around and pretended to be tidying up the bar, and subtly replaced the genuine one with the two bottles of Li Gui under his armpit.

Everything went smoothly, around ten o'clock, ten thousand three hooked up with a student girl who came to travel, he was eloquent, and the seductive girl giggled like a hen trying to cuddle, and then let go A big move, he took down the bottle of foreign wine with a unit price of 60 from the wine rack, and poured half a glass for the girl quite arrogantly.

The innocent girl was very surprised: "This is so expensive!"

Wansan curled his lips into a smile, you know, seeing a beauty under the light is the best, he is not bad in the first place, but with the lighting effect, is it not bad?

What's more, there is still a goblet filled with expensive wine dangling in his hand.

Thirteen handed the wine glass to the girl: "Good wine is for beauties."

After eleven o'clock, there were fewer customers, and the tone of the bar was changed. The affectionate girl was slightly drunk from the fake wine, half-pushed, and followed 13,000 to the back stairs, and was taken to the back stairs by him in a daze. In her arms, after a moment of daze, he had already kissed her, and unrulyly reached into her clothes with one hand.

There were soft footsteps coming down the stairs. I don't know which guest came to use the bathroom at the back. The girl was a little shy at first, but after thinking about it, kissing is the most normal thing in modern society, and passers-by should have some common sense to avoid it. .

No one came.

"husband!"

The voice was not loud, ten thousand three trembled first, the girl reacted later, she looked at ten thousand three in disbelief, and then looked at the person coming down the stairs.

She is a 23-year-old girl, slender, quite beautiful, with long hair, a loose silver-gray half-length shirt covered with white suspenders, the lower part of the suspenders is exposed at the waistline, and a mix of feathers hangs on the chest The pendant with a leather ring and silver ring, under it are tight black jeans and brown leather half boots. The whole person is leaning on the armrest at the bottom of his head, with a smile that is not a smile.

The girl stared at 13,000 and her voice trembled: "Husband?"

The girl smiled: "What's the situation? Didn't you kneel enough on the washboard last time? But there is progress. Last time I spent money to go whoring, this time... at least it's free."

That girl's face turned red and white. Speaking of which, she is really not a seasoned veteran. Thirty thousand and one mouth, when he ran downstairs, the sound of crying came out.

The girl ignored her and walked up the stairs step by step. Wan San's nervous face turned pale, and she subconsciously retreated up the steps, even laughing along with her: "Little proprietress, I have something to say... well, you Call, I dare not be... dare not be."

The owner of the bar is a woman in her forties, named Huo Zihong. She adopted a girl, who is Kiyo in front of her. However, the age difference between the two is not too big, so it is not suitable for mother and daughter, so Kiyo has always called Huo Zihong as Hong. Aunt.

Both Yisan and Uncle Zhang are helpers at the bar, the difference lies in the length of time. On weekdays, they call Huo Zihong the proprietress, but as for Kiyo, they sometimes call her by her name and sometimes call her the little proprietress.

Ten thousand three is sincerely afraid of Kiyo.

The first time I saw her was on the third day when I came to work in the bar. Kiyo came back from a trip. When Huo Zihong introduced her, I was overjoyed. Immediately, I started to make sure that the beauty took over the bar. A dream for thousands of years.

So he quickly took practical actions, went to Kiyo when he had nothing to do, greeted him with sweet words, and Kiyo was also polite, and smiled at him from time to time. Ten thousand and three felt that there was something interesting, and in an afternoon where the warm wind made tourists drunk, they took further action. .

He has some drawing skills, with a few strokes, the shape and spirit are similar. Considering that most girls like literary and artistic guys who can draw and sing, Wan San decided to use his expertise as a breakthrough.

Kiyo was really interested when he saw it, so he sat down next to her, and told her about the perspective of reality and distance when drawing, and he sat closer and closer as he talked. Cover her face.

This trick comes from the experience of the seniors, and it has been tried and tested. If she is disgusted, he will stand still. If she is also interested, he will take advantage of the situation and hold hands...

Who knows that things in the world are often unexpected, the next moment, he wailed like killing a pig.

Kiyo grabbed his **** and turned it in the opposite direction. Human beings are indeed fragile sometimes, and a man of 140 to 50 kg is actually screaming in pain when he is controlled by a knuckle. It was only at this time that he realized that this little boy The proprietress is not simple, and Kiyo does not let go, but her strength is getting stronger and stronger, with the kind of half-smile on her face that makes his scalp tingle whenever he sees it.

At that time, Wansan didn't think much about it, just told her to let go, and when she came and went, she became anxious, and the little girl scolded all kinds of things, and stretched out her other hand to beat her, but she grabbed her wrist and twisted it Turning around, tearing from the pain, he raised his leg to kick her again, but she kicked her left and right knees under the left and right knees neatly, and fell to his knees with a plop.

Later, it was Huo Zihong who heard the movement, and Kiyo let go of his hand. Poor Tenman was still trembling the next day when he walked, and his hands were trembling, and he couldn't hold the bowl.

Zhang Shufei not only didn't sympathize with him, but rather gloated: "You deserve it! Our little lady boss is not an ordinary person."

What kind of unusual law? Ten thousand three secretly paid attention to it, starting with the name first, her surname is Mu, could it be related to the Mufu in Lijiang's history? You must know that among all the ancient cities in China, only the ancient city of Lijiang has no city walls. That is because the wooden characters have walls, which means "sleepy", to avoid the taboo of Mufu.

He told Uncle Zhang about this idea, and Uncle Zhang spit and sprayed him on the face: "Pull you down, the little proprietress didn't call her by this name at first, when she was four or five years old, she took her to tell a fortune teller by a Feng Shui gentleman , Mr. said that the little proprietress lacks wood in five elements, and the proprietress is too lazy to think of a name, so she simply gave her the surname Mu."

Then how can she know kung fu?

Uncle Zhang didn't answer, stretched out one hand, bent three fingers, leaving only the thumb and index finger, and made a gesture of "eight".

Ten thousand three racked their brains to think of any martial arts masters related to eight in history: "Is she the descendant of the eight great arhats?"

"Bullshit! Our little proprietress has been practicing martial arts for eight years."

In modern society, it's not about winning the Olympic martial arts championship. A woman who can eat by her face doesn't want to learn piano, oil painting, cooking and flower arrangement, and learn martial arts for eight years in silence. Why? Is it to deal with shameless people like yourself?

Wansan tremblingly chatted with her: "Little proprietress, don't get me wrong. She and I are really in love. We met in the vast sea of ​​people. We couldn't help ourselves, so we indulged a bit. Young men and women, opposite sexes attract, I also love her." Didn't do anything bad..."

Kiyo smiled, looked down his chest, stopped at a little three inches below the navel, then his face sank, and he kicked towards his crotch.

This poisonous woman! To kick such an important part of him! With a cry of 13,000, he clasped his hands under his hands, tripped over the elevated steps when he was in a hurry to retreat, and fell on the stairs with his fork on his back.

Kiyo didn't kick, she just lifted her leg like that, as if she was doing joint movement, and she pretended to be surprised and asked him: "Why are you panicking, why did you fall?"

There were footsteps on the top of the stairs, interspersed with a soft cough, and tears welled up in Ten Thousand's eyes: the savior has arrived.