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Main text Chapter 62: I am a master

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    The evening wind in the north, with a piercing chill, is like knives, carving the whole land randomly and messily;

    It's like those third-rate sculptors who claim to be very talented, but after a mess of operations, they can only pile up with a piece of snow-white in the end, so as not to be ridiculous.

    Zheng Fan sat on a pile of rubble, his body was no longer the "bright and blind" armor he wore during the day,

    It was the dark red sweater Siniang sewed for herself.

    Zheng Fan had seen Zoroastrian believers who appeared in Hutou City, and it is said that they came from the Western Regions. His sweater can perfectly blend in with them.

    Ding Hao stood by Zheng Fan's side, holding his spear in his hand. This gun was full of blood today.

    Zheng Fan reached out and patted his side,

    road:

    "Sit with me for a while."

    Ding Hao put down the spear and sat down beside Zheng Fan.

    Zheng Fan took out a small iron box from his pocket, opened the box, took out two cigarettes from inside, and handed one to Ding Hao.

    Then he took out the fire book, lit it for himself first, and then helped Ding Hao to light it.

    Cigarettes are still somewhat advanced in this world, but this world has long had tobacco products such as water pipes and big smoking guns.

    It's just that His Majesty the Emperor of Yan did not tax tobacco products, which wasted a considerable amount of financial resources.

    You must know that in later generations, smokers all over the country are discriminated against while suffering physical damage. The tobacco tax they contribute to the country every year with fearless dedication is worth the national defense budget for one year.

    However, although cigarettes are a bit out of date, when facing Zheng Fan to help him light a cigarette, Ding Hao still covered the fire pocket with his hands and showed a gesture of panic.

    Then, he took a breath and started coughing frantically.

    Looking back, I saw Zheng Fan puffing away at ease, with a look of confusion in his eyes, and asked subconsciously:

    "Master, is this thing good to smoke?"

    Zheng Fan shook the soot, and said something that was active in QQ space and personality signatures for a long time in later generations:

    "What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness."

    Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, a feeling of admiration spontaneously emerged.

    A person who can say such a thing must be in such a terrifying state of mind.

    But he doesn't know that in future generations, if you say this again, others will look at you as if you are looking at a fool.

    "I know, it's late at night, why should I come here?"

    Ding Hao thought for a while and replied:

    "Is it for aftertaste?"

    "Aftertaste?"

    "Well, in fact, my subordinates really want to go back to Tumancheng, and then go back and have a look at the house that I destroyed all over the house."

    Zheng Fan shook his head helplessly,

    What kind of perverts are gathered around me

    Forget about the blind, this Ding Hao is a native of this world.

    Could it be said that it is really a seamless egg that flies do not bite?

    "Actually, I don't know why I came here, but I just want to sit here."

    Here is the Chen residence.

    The military disaster during the day almost crushed the entire old house, and the whole house, including the basement, was looted.

    For the big soldiers, this is their revenge against Mr. Chen;

    But it didn't stop them from grabbing some good things into their pockets.

    Because of this, Zheng Fan's reputation among the soldiers in Hutou City is quite good. Not to mention helping everyone out, he also made a small fortune with everyone.

    "Why, you don't understand?"

    Seeing that Ding Hao didn't speak, Zheng Fan took the initiative to ask.

    Ding Hao shook his head, nodded again, and then showed a very tangled look on his face, and said:

    "Master, tell me something from your heart"

    "When you speak your mind, you don't need to call the master, I can call you brother, you can call me little brother."

    "Eh the subordinates dare not."

    "That's not what I mean."

    Ding Hao's face began to sweat, and he had no choice but to turn to Zheng Fan respectfully, saying:

    "Little brother"

    "Um."

    Ding Hao felt his qi and blood began to rush to the top of his head uncontrollably;

    This feeling is probably equivalent to Siniang calling you "Dad" for you to hurry up.

    So fucking satisfied!

    &?If it doesn¡¯t stink, it becomes refined.  "

    "Yes, this is the truth. One is natural and the other is unnatural;

    In fact, it is natural for human beings to smell bad, but it is not natural for human beings to live. Humans have seven emotions and six desires.  "

    "Thank you for your teaching." After speaking, Zheng Fan tentatively said, "I'll ask someone to prepare another meal."

    "No, no, I'm already full," Xu Wenzu said.

    "What about the gentleman just now? I see him, half a roast chicken is not enough to eat."

    Xu Wenzu looked at Zheng Fan in astonishment,

    Doubtful:

    "Isn't that yours just now?"

    "" Zheng Fan!

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