Chapter 985 (1/2)

”Ah --”

The representative of Chinese class screamed and showed his face full of pain.

After all, her little white hand had been penetrated by the silver needles from the shooting, and it was swollen like a bun.

”Who? Who is it? Come out of here The representative of Chinese class shouts at the top of his voice.

The curtain, shaking slightly, seems to have someone to get up from the outside.

Huang Mengxia also responded and immediately drank coldly: ”who is there?”

The man did not answer, but came slowly towards us.

It was a little heavy footsteps and strong smell of dry smoke, others do not know, but I am very familiar with it.

My hanging heart, at the moment, is a little bit down.

That person's silence, let Huang Mengxia and Chinese class representative's heart is very uneasy.

They exchanged a look, picked up a glass bottle nearby and smashed it.

But I don't know why, the glass bottle just disappeared out of thin air, and there was no sound at all.

The atmosphere became more and more strange.

Huang Mengxia and they are more and more flustered.

”If you have the ability, you should report it! What kind of hero is hiding and pretending to be a ghost? ” Huang Mengxia cheered coldly.

This time, the man in the dark finally spoke.

”For people like you, if you want to pay attention to heroes, it's too flattering of you!”

After that, the man came to a place not far away from us from the dark, revealing his true colors.

Thin, with a white beard and a pipe in his mouth, his eyes are quite rebellious. Who is my old and unruly master?

Perhaps I didn't expect that the visitor would be an old man over 50 years old. Huang Mengxia's nervous look gradually relaxed and unconsciously showed a scornful sneer.

”Don't you think you've lived too long, old man? Get out of the way, or I'll be rude to you

The master took a puff of dry tobacco, spit out a big ring, and then turned his ear, pretending to be deaf.

”What did you say? Speak up, I can't hear you

Huang Mengxia's sarcasm is like hitting cotton, which has no effect at all.

It made her look a little embarrassed.

”Old man, I'll say it for the last time. If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being cruel!”

As if she hadn't heard it, the master knocked the pipe on the dresser next to him, poured out the excess ash, took out a dry cigarette from his pocket, put it on the pipe, rekindled it and started to smoke.

Huang Mengxia felt that she had been ignored, and she was more and more upset.

She put her hand into her pocket, took something out of it, raised her hand and threw it at the master.

The master frowned slightly, and remained silent.

It was not until the thing Huang Mengxia threw flew in front of him that he opened his mouth and spat a big ring of smoke at it.