The degree of integration in the world has not changed much. What you do is not a good thing, or this little bad thing does not affect the integration. Perhaps malice is also part of this world, and no one cares.

The degree of world integration may only be related to one's initial choice. The behavior that occupies the body itself is considered evil, and giving up Xiao Qiao without entanglement is a kind of kindness, and putting such contradictory behavior together is chaos. The surface chaos with internal logic is not an easy life principle, so the degree of world integration is always unstable.

"Just stop at the street corner."

"Oh." The driver was sweating profusely and slowly stopped the car.

Zhang Sheng opened the door and got out of the car, suddenly turned around, recited the license plate number of the taxi and said, "Your car isn't it?"

"I won't call the police." The driver was very well-behaved.

Zhang Sheng closed the door, waved his hand, and asked the taxi to leave. He took out the phone and called Lin Baoyi, and the other side quickly picked it up.

"I'm at the intersection."

"I saw you." Lin Baoyi waved in the distance. She wore a thin coat, high-heeled boots, and a small plaid bag and a red belt.

Zhang Sheng walked over, and Lin Baoyi brought him a box of Zhonghua in the lattice bag and a thin silver metal lighter.

"I gave it to me?" Zhang Sheng took it and asked.

"yes."

"You also need to buy kerosene, it's so expensive."

"This is a prince inflatable model, just buy canned gas."

Zhang Sheng had nothing to say, he couldn't afford a can of butane. The lightweight lighter was a little heavy, so he asked, "Isn't this a sterling silver?"

"It's silver, but not limited edition, it's not very expensive."

"I knew you couldn't fool me with this." Zhang Sheng smiled happily, opened the cigarette, and put it in his pocket. Zhang Sheng would definitely not directly charge Lin Baoyi for helping Lin Baoyi, but Lin Baoyi couldn't take advantage of a lighter.

However, Zhang Sheng estimated that Lin Baoyi's parents would definitely be more willing to give money directly.

He can understand, but he doesn't like it.

"What are you wearing sunglasses, it's so dark?"

"I can't tell you." Zhang Sheng pretended to be mysterious.

The two of them walked towards the bar side by side, Lin Baoyi said, "Wang Chufeng and I said that my friend liked the dressing table, so I sent it out and asked her if there were any other things in a similar style."

"She must have said there is nothing, right?"

"How do you know?"

"I also said to ask a friend for you."

“That’s it.”

"Speech, no one has taught you the big business person in your family?" He said so straightforwardly. Lin Baoyi hummed twice without refuting.

“Where are the friends introduced?”

“I didn’t come today.”

“Who chose the bar?”

"Other friend, I've brought the bodyguard, don't worry."

"Where are the bodyguards?" Zhang Sheng spread his hands.

"Where is inside the bar, what dangers can be outside?"

Zhang Shengxin said that Lin Baoyi was really tough. The Nightmare Demon tortured for many days but did not collapse. Not long after he was discharged from the hospital, he forgot about the monsters appearing at home and asked what dangers were outside.

"There is something wrong with this bar." Zhang Sheng came to the door, stopped and said to Lin Baoyi.

Lin Baoyi stopped and looked at Zhang Sheng. Zhang Sheng said, "Don't ask me why. When you go in, you will say you have enough fun and want to change the venue. If they refuse to change me, just cooperate."

Lin Baoyi originally thought it was not appropriate to leave like this, but after Zhang Sheng said this, she became interested.

"Do you want to act?"

"I'm really bored if I'm not acting."

"I understand why Xiao Qiao likes you." Lin Baoyi's words stabbed Zhang Sheng's heart, caught him off guard, but he didn't have the pain he imagined.

He suddenly realized that his words were not the character of a Ranger.

It is his physical instinct that he is unwilling to do boring things and does not want to face boring people.

No matter which one he was, when he was young, he thought that the world should not be like this. There was such a world that once appeared in a dream, which was extremely real and within reach.

That is the so-called dream. The Ranger's dream once died and is now resurrected in this era.

"You know what I'm doing." Zhang Sheng asked calmly.

"I'm sorry." Lin Baoyi apologized.

"Sometimes you don't understand why, fate suddenly comes to an end. You don't want to fight for it, and you even think it should be like this." Zhang Sheng laughed self-deprecatingly. He bought the house and decorated it thoroughly, trying to erase the traces of the past, but he didn't expect it to be so thorough.

"Go in." Lin Baoyi pulled Zhang Sheng.

Wang Chufeng gathered in the bureau and set up a private room. Most of the wine on the table was not opened. After Lin Baoyi went in, she shouted: "I left, it's not interesting here. Let's go and sing in another place."

"Sing~sing~good~ah..."

The sound was long, full of exaggerated smell, and a strong smell of alcohol. Zhang Sheng reached out and pushed away the gray-haired young man who came over and asked, "Where did your hair dye? Fade."

The gray-haired young man was pushed on the sofa by Zhang Sheng, but he was not angry. He looked up and down and asked, "Are you a baby's friend?"

"Sister Baby, this wine hasn't been finished yet." A girl wearing a suspender and pointed jaw stood up and said to Lin Baoyi.

"Baby, who is this person?"

"New boyfriend?"

"What about dressing like this? Can't you pay for him two good clothes?"

A group of young people who were drinking almost the same amount of drinks were messy and the room was quarreled. Zhang Sheng looked at the pointed-jawed girl and didn't even remember who scolded him.

The girl had a somewhat exaggerated Yanjing accent, but Zhang Sheng could hear the Shanxi flavor. This should be Wang Chufeng.

The six consciousnesses of the mirror world also have effect in the real world. Zhang Sheng could feel the heartbeat of the girl with a pointed jaw. From when he came in, Lin Baoyi said he wanted to leave, his heartbeat did not change much.

Then Zhang Sheng looked around as if no one was around. There was a small table, two chairs at the door, and two men in their thirties were playing cards. They didn't drink a sip of wine, so they should be Lin Baoyi's bodyguard.

"You can go, let your new boyfriend pay!"

Zhang Sheng was sure that this grandson was the one who just laughed at his clothes. The clothes were sent by the original unit. In Zhang Sheng's opinion, it was already very expensive, and a set cost thousands of yuan.

"I didn't bring any money." In the messy environment, Zhang Sheng's voice was clearly sent to everyone's ears. Both bodyguards who played cards looked at this side.

"You can swipe your card."

Zhang Sheng looked at this person and then at the gray-haired young man. They were all addicted to wine and dark circles, but the gray-haired young man was at least in a well-proportioned body and did not look greasy.

Zhang Sheng walked over, grabbed six dice on the table, and said condescendingly: "A game of ten thousand is worth ten thousand, and I lose the same points. If I can't afford to play, I will close your stinky mouth."

"The fuck you..."

Zhang Sheng reached out his arm, grabbed his collar and took it forward, pressed it on the table, and pulled out a 4Z18X battlefield scalpel with his right hand and stabbed it down. The blade of the scalpel was pressed against the man's neck, penetrated the collar of the coat, and tugged it on the table.

"Either play or shut up, don't you talk to the poor guy?"

The two bodyguards stood up, Lin Baoyi waved her hand, but they didn't come.

"Let me go! Ten thousand is ten thousand!"

Zhang Sheng stuffed the dice into his hand, pulled out the scalpel, and gave up the challenge. Taxi drivers are all green targets, and this guy is just white. What can he plunder?

Just win some money, but if you plunder a kidney deficiency, you will lose a lot.

"Cousin, don't play too much." The gray-haired young man persuaded.

"Yang Biao, you've drunk too much, forget it."

"That's right, if someone doesn't drink a sip of wine, it's not easy for anyone to buy any orders." This is another Piri Yangqiu, who doesn't speak human language.

Zhang Sheng cut his hand back and cut off the mouth of a bottle with a scalpel. He picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

My cousin had a gold watch on his hand, Rolex. His name was Yang watch, and everyone called him cousin. He was a mean person, and few people slapped him in the face for money. Because of the illusion of money, he had big bags of eyes and mistakenly thought he was handsome, his body was a little weak, and he thought he had strong X-power.

Most people take other people's praise seriously, after all, you have to be happy as a person.

"Three handfuls, win or lose." Yang Biao threw the dice on the table, 1, 2, 4, three 6, and twenty-five points.

Zhang Sheng picked up the dice one by one and threw it away at random, 2, 4, four 5, and 26 o'clock.

"Ten thousand." Zhang Sheng's scalpel rotated between his fingers.

"Come again!" Yang Biao gritted his teeth, hugged the dice together with his hands, rubbed it in his palm for a while and sprinkled it down. One 5 and five 6, thirty-five o'clock.

Zhang Sheng threw out six 6 and thirty-six points.

"Why don't you play?" Zhang Sheng put away the scalpel and expressed his smile to Yang.

Yang Biao had a gloomy face, grabbed the dice in a muffled voice, and threw it out nine o'clock. Zhang Sheng threw it out casually, ten o'clock.

Zhang Sheng clapped his hands and made a slap sound, saying, "Okay, pay the bill and leave, I'll invite you today."

Zhang Sheng's voice was still clear, and everyone could understand it. He pulled Lin Baoyi out without mentioning the 30,000 yuan. Since he had a slap in the face, he had done enough scenes and was too petty.
To be continued...