Volume Three
What do you want in life
Live for joy, but die without regrets.
To live in the world, people must not only be able to do things, but also know how to enjoy life.
At midnight, in the heavens on earth, Li Muye organized a small celebration party here with a few young people specially commissioned.
Old Ye got up and said goodbye, this was a young man's game, and went away.
Evil is full of thoughts, without anyone to accompany, always rushing to fill himself with alcohol.
Ji Xuefei was in a bad mood and drank a lot of wine. Yuan Quan had been sitting next to her silently. Some time ago, the people from the religious affairs office came to Ji Xuefei, and obviously they didn't bring any good news. Yuan Quan's situation is similar, the water play Yuan Sect and the Heavenly Master Hall are of the same origin, and the senior teachers behind him seem to disagree with the two of them.
On this occasion today, I will only talk about Fengyue, not about work. Li Muye set the tone for the party early.
On the huge high-definition projection screen, several singers are singing: Forgive me for my unruly and indulgent love and freedom in this life...
Bai Qi's Cantonese singing is not bad, and he sings like the same, with no flaws in the tune of the voice. The assistant Xiao Qin, who was seconded by the public security agency, heard mesmerizingly, she leaned against Bai Qi's arms with drunken eyes and made no secret of her affection. It seems that there are only two of them left in the whole world.
A girl named Wenjie next to Li Muye, who serves the VIPs in name, has actually been encouraging everyone to drink. She is young and beautiful, with good looks, eloquence and knowledge. According to the foreman, she is a student from a nearby university, and she is very pure. She came to work here only to increase some social practice. Of course, this is nonsense. In this place where Zizuijin is full of gunfire, she can increase her fart social practice, but she can increase a lot of actual combat experience.
Bustard loves banknotes, sister loves pretty.
In this kind of place, rich people are the first to be popular, followed by handsome guys. Li Muye seems to occupy both. The only problem is that I am a little confused. Ms. Wenjie has tried her best, but Brother Xiaoye is dry and motionless. He is not too old, but that heart has been cultivated like an old monk into concentration, and there are fewer and fewer women in the world that can impress him.
Ms. Wenjie is a little disappointed. It's rare to meet such a pleasant customer at work here. In fact, she is a little looking forward to the wind and snow all night. But the man obviously didn't have much interest in her.
The only thing that makes her feel happy is that her income tonight is good.
There are male and female guests at this table, and it doesn’t seem to be a way to come out often. She was a little bit resistant when she was arranged by the foreman to stay in charge of helping the guests to drink and order songs. But now, she has nothing to complain about. All the drinks she recommended, the man who looked young and looked young, but whose eyes seemed to hide the endless vicissitudes of life, all came and accepted. This kind of being taken advantage of is not often encountered. The income from the wine commission alone tonight surpassed her daily average.
"What do you do?" she asked curiously.
"I won't tell you." Li Muye replied with a smile.
"Why don't we play a game? Let's roll the dice. Whoever loses will answer the question. If we can't answer, we will drink." Girl Wenjie suggested.
"I have nothing to ask you. If you lose, you don't have to drink, just tell a joke." Li Muye said with a smile.
"The jokes are about the wine and the drink is." Wenjie said boldly. Picked up the dice cup.
Of course she had no chance to win, so she had to drink and tell jokes. But Li Muye didn't need her to drink, he just wanted to hear jokes. Wenjie first told a joke about a monk coming here to play with others. The master claimed to have cultivated his mind like still water, and came here to test his own practice. When they watched the dance performance, everyone had to use that thing to beat the drum, and whatever it rang, it moved the heart. Sure enough, the master lived up to the expectations and didn't sound, but everyone admired him and found that he had directly pierced the drum skin.
Li Muye laughed, and won a few more in a row. Not only did she not have to drink, she didn't even want to listen to the jokes. Wenjie saw that the guests at this table were relatively plain, and there was nothing to mess with, and it seemed that the beautiful female customer didn’t catch a cold to her. Instead of staying here and sitting, it’s better to go to other boxes while there is still time. After making an order, he found an excuse to leave.
Ji Xuefei bid farewell to Miss Wenjie, then shook her head, drunk and came to Li Muye's side, and said: "Old Li, let's play a few games. If I win, can I ask you some questions?" Picking up the dice cup, he said: "If I lose, I will tell you a secret."
Li Muye said, "Is there someone looking for trouble for me, and then you don't know how to remind me?"
"Can you guess this again?" Ji Xuefei looked at Li Muye unexpectedly and said: "Then can you guess what the trouble is?"
In fact, it’s not hard to guess, Ji Xuefei is a straightforward girl who can't hide too many thoughts. If the people from the religious office approached her, if it was for her and Yuan Quan's affairs, she would only get angry, but would not worry, because she had already identified Yuan Quan and there was nothing to entangle. The things that are worth her worries must be things that make her feel entangled and embarrassed. Considering his relationship with Bai Wuxia and his current position, Xuanmen must be a little worried about himself.
Li Muye glanced at Qin Xiaoxiao, who was drunk and snuggled in Bai Qi's arms, and said, "I won't guess, but you can just ask if you have any questions."
Knowing that there was no chance to win, Ji Xuefei simply put down the dice cup and asked: "Lao Li, will you become an enemy of Xuanmen?"
This question is easy to answer. Even if Zhang Na is just staying in the Xuanmen to recuperate, Brother Xiaoye will never be an enemy of the Xuanmen. Just as Li Muye was about to answer that he would not, he suddenly heard loud shouts outside the door, mixed with the girl's exclamation and crying, and it was vaguely that Wenjie. Out of curiosity, I got up and went outside the box. As soon as my head appeared, I heard a gunshot!
"Is it him? Get out of my way, whoever is nosy today, I've broken him!" An arrogant voice shouted: "Little bitch, don't want to go to your manna tonight. Don't wait for me. If you feel comfortable, I will kill you!"
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Li Muye followed the sound. In a large private room, there was a man standing in the center of the dance floor, carrying a pistol, and two girls kneeling in front of him. One of them was Wenjie who had not been away for a long time. The other is younger, dressed like a school girl. His clothes were untidy, many of them were torn, and he was lying motionless.
A group of young people gathered around and shouted, "Peng Shao, let this little bitch blow the trumpet for you, and see if she dares to let you dove."
"Peng Shao, please, let my sister go, you can let me accompany you, she is only seventeen years old, she is not the person here, just came to give me something." Wenjie begged. : "You will completely ruin her if you give her that food."
Shao Peng was on the fire, slapped her with a slap, and said, "What is this place? Your sister is so grown-up, you don’t know it, it’s rare that I saw someone eye-catching. Give him back spit on my face, this time we will calculate the old and new accounts together, I will kill you a bitch!" As he said, he slapped Wenjie's face and hit Wenjie's face fiercely.
Wenjie was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, crying and looking at the people around her with a cry for help. The young people who came with Shao Peng cried when they looked at him, and other irrelevant ones, including the foreman and security guards who were watching the scene, avoided her prayers. At this time she saw Li Muye.
With his eyes facing each other, Li Muye stood there quietly and watched, with no mood swings in his eyes.
"Lao Li, listen to my advice, it's best not to cause trouble in the latest stage." Ji Xuefei followed and whispered: "This man is not someone who dares to make trouble. This man is not the son of ordinary people. This woman didn't miss us just now. You can't make trouble for her."
"Oh, when did you become so sophisticated?" Li Muye smiled at Wenjie, turned and returned to his private room, ignoring Ji Xuefei's persuasion, and instructed Bai Qihehe: "You two I went out and brought in the bastard with the gun. Anyone who does anything with you will smash the bones of my hands and feet."
"Old Li, why don't you listen to persuasion?" Ji Xuefei followed up and just heard this sentence, and quickly tried to stop the evil and the white, where could it be stopped. Seeing that Bai Qi and evil came out, then I heard another gunshot from outside, followed by the horrible howls one after another.
Not quite, Bai Qi came back with that Peng Shao and threw it to the ground.
"I said your ancestor!" Peng Shao was hurt by the fall and cursed: "You will fight twice, and you want to fight the injustice, right? You or him, don't ask me before you start! Who is my old man, my grandfather? who is it!"
Li Muye directed at Bai Qi: "Knock him out first."
Before Peng Shao had time to introduce the history of revolutionaries, Bai Qi had already lifted him up in the past. After the two big mouths were drawn, the boy spit out bloody foam, mixed with his teeth on the ground.
The evil came in, and after a while, more than a dozen people lay down outside. Each of the limbs and joints was broken into comminuted fractures. It also included two security guards watching the scene. They didn't dare to stand up when Peng Shao was fierce just now, but now they want to come up and stop the evil. The result can be imagined.
"You don't need to tell me who your father is, and who is your grandfather." Li Muye picked up a bottle of wine, slowly pressed the hand of Young Shao Peng, who looked uncomfortable, on the table, and then slammed the bottle down. , Immediately smashed a finger of this kid, and continued: "Do you have a gun license? Do you know under what circumstances is allowed to shoot? Are you still taking drugs!"
"Who are you?" Peng Shao didn't collapse under the severe pain, but stared at Li Muye uncontrollably, and asked vaguely.
"My name is Li Muye." After saying this, the wine bottle in Li Muye's hand fell again and another finger was smashed.
Peng Shaotong's whole body was tense and trembling. After yelling twice, he still gritted his teeth and didn't beg for mercy. He said, "The surname is Li, if you have a name, you will kill me if you bring the seed, otherwise we will not be afraid to count. ."
Li Muye sneered, staring into his eyes, and said: "Little boy, you must have no chance to settle the account."
Peng Shao felt cold and hesitated: "What do you want to do?"
Li Muye grabbed his arm, split the tendons and staggered bones, forcibly removed his shoulders and hips, and pinched off his fascia with his fingertips. This kid was completely useless for a lifetime.
Peng Shao limp on the ground, howling miserably.
Ji Xuefei looked at it puzzledly, and had a faint feeling that if he didn't say that, this name might not be so bad for Peng Shao. Li Muye's approach was entirely based on the topic, and even deliberately provided it to others. It is too unreasonable to attack one's own handle. She was puzzled and couldn't help but asked: "Lao Li, what are you going to do?" (End of this chapter)