Xu Tong smiled, and Gao Zhuo also took out his own.

Although not as big as Xu Tong, he is not small either.

The old man looked behind the two of them with doubts on his face. He didn't know where he got this thing from. He silently got up and walked into the house to take out his hookah pipe.

Good guy, that hookah pipe is bigger than Xu Tong's, over one meter long, and the coating on it seems to be old.

This is not surprising, after all, in western Hunan, the Miao people like to smoke hookah pipes the most.

Xu Tong also specially took out his own tobacco to share with the old man. This was high-quality goods carefully prepared by Gao Tianfang, and it really made the old man's face light up.

"This is a good thing. It was available before, but not now." The old man took a sip and tasted it slowly, and then sighed and wanted to spare Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo their meal money.

Gao Zhuo hurriedly said no, but the old man insisted. In his words, this kind of tobacco is worth a piece of tobacco. You can't even buy it with money, and a meal is worth nothing.

Seeing this, Xu Tong did not let Gao Zhuo refuse, and then directly handed half a pack of tobacco to the old man.

"It's too expensive to do." The expression on the old man's face changed slightly and he quickly refused.

"You said one mouthful is worth a gold, and your meal today is also worth the same price in our mouths."

Xu Tong said with a smile.

No matter how good the tobacco is, it cannot be said to be more precious than gold, but for the elderly, money is not important, but the tobacco is important.

In the same way, cut tobacco is not important to Xu Tong, but such a delicious meal is worth half a pack of cut tobacco to him.

When the old man heard this, he burst out laughing. He felt like he had met an old friend, so he no longer refused. He even patted his chest and said, "If you like it, I will prepare a special meal for you tonight. I guarantee that you will never miss it."

I haven’t eaten it.”

"Then we will have a good meal."

The three of them suddenly burst into laughter. For a while, the three of them, one old, two young, were sitting at the door. They were smoking so hard that it was a happy time.

A group of people walked in from the door, holding microphones in front and cameras behind them. They were reporters.

As soon as they entered the house, they started taking pictures on their own, as if they were promoting the village. The old man was already used to this and allowed them to take pictures.

At this time, the reporter turned the camera and saw the three people sitting together smoking hookah, and his eyes lit up.

He walked up to the three of them, pointed the microphone at the old man and asked, "Hello, are you a Miao?"

The old man nodded.

"It is said that we Miao people have many mysterious stories, such as the art of bewitching. Do you know this?"

The old man frowned when he heard this and nodded: "A little bit, a little bit."

Upon hearing the old man's words, the reporter's eyes lit up: "Then can you let us take a look."

However, the old man shook his head firmly and said seriously: "The village director won't let it be used. If you use it, you will be scolded."

Xu Tong, who was sitting aside, almost laughed when he heard this answer.

But when he glanced at the top of the old man's head from the corner of his eye, his heart skipped a beat and sank. He saw that the luck on top of the old man's head suddenly collapsed, and even traces of blood appeared, which was clearly a bloody disaster.

What surprised Xu Tong even more was that after he counted it out, a bad visitor came to his door, but he didn't expect that the problem still happened to him?

at the same time……

On the beach in Sanya, a thin young man was standing there with a backpack on his back, looking at the sexy beauties passing by on the beach through the sunglasses on his nose.

Compared with revealing swimsuits, young people's eyes are more focused on women's buttocks.

While his eyes were looking at these beauties, the young man put his other hand on the backpack on his waist and fumbled around.

At this time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his gaze was like a cheetah's gaze, fixed firmly on a young woman in her thirties in front of her.

No, strictly speaking, he was staring at the young woman's buttocks, and the hands in his backpack began to move restlessly.

Watching the young woman slowly walking towards the milk tea shop nearby, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and followed her silently.

It happened that there were very few people around the milk tea shop, so the young man could wait in line closely behind the young woman.

Looking at the young woman's raised buttocks, the young man couldn't help but swallow, and silently took his hands out of his backpack slowly...

"Little Orange!!"

At this moment, a man suddenly shouted and ran over from a short distance away.

When the young woman heard this, she immediately turned around, waved her hand and ran towards the man.

This made the young man's face change slightly, and he could only watch the young woman's leaving figure reluctantly.

"Hey...man, you have a good eye."

The boss lying on the bar seemed to have noticed the young man a long time ago. He walked down and handed the young woman a cigarette with a smile. He stared at the young woman's back and said, "Excellent, look at those breasts... long legs."

...Tsk tsk..."

The young man was startled, looked at the boss sideways with a strange expression, and did not accept the cigarette he handed him. Instead, he cursed with a look of disgust: "Pervert, bah!" After saying that, he turned around and left.

The boss was stunned for a few seconds and greeted the young man and his family with curse words.

Naturally, the young man could hear the boss's scolding, but he ignored it. He just lost the goal he had finally found, which made him feel lonely and unhappy.

As he silently took his hand out of his satchel, a bloody screwdriver appeared in his hand.

Looking at the straight and hard screwdriver, I couldn't help but play with it with my hands.

It's a pity, just a little bit close.

The young man was playing with the screwdriver. Although it was not time for dinner, he still couldn't help but feel hungry. When he looked up, he saw a small restaurant.

So I opened the door and walked in. When I looked up, I saw a live TV show introducing the scenery of western Hunan on the TV hanging in the restaurant.

I didn't pay much attention at first and ordered a seafood fried rice.

But as soon as he sat down and looked up, the young man suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning. A face in the picture that he would never forget appeared in front of him in a puff of smoke with a cigarette in his mouth.

The eyes under the sunglasses gradually turned red. The boss, who was concentrating on frying rice in the kitchen, suddenly heard a roar, followed by a banging sound, and hurriedly ran out to take a look.

The table was overturned, and the restaurant was in a mess. The boss was dumbfounded, and suddenly noticed a screwdriver stuck on the table.

Just when the boss was about to reach out and take off the screwdriver, the air in front of his eyes suddenly distorted, and a dark crack appeared in front of the boss. Then a palm pulled out the screwdriver and suddenly waved the screwdriver in front of the boss.
Chapter completed!