Lao Ga kept saying: "Whatever she asked you to do, you can do it. If you do it, you will be fine. Besides, things don't have anything to do with you..."

He sucked a big sip of wine, picked up a large chopstick and put the cattle and sheep belly into his mouth, chewing it: "I heard that if you don't make a clear distinction, will the mountain ghost be determined to be yours? The murderer was not in a good mood and deliberately led the disaster to you so that you could fight - are you angry if you ask someone to trick him like this?"

Jiang Lian glanced at him with a slant: "Did you take the benefits of the mountain ghost and come here to be a lobbyist?"

Lao Ga was vague: "It's almost the same."

No, when the lobbyist said this was too tactful: "Are you monitoring me?"

Lao Ga still said the same thing: "Absolutely the same, just say, are you angry?"

This spearhead was indeed very cruel to kill people with a knife. Jiang Lian reached out to grab the wine jar, his eyes flashed, but his tone was still lazy: "Are you angry, are you still not angry?"

"Oh, yes," Lao Ga got a little drifting when he drank too much. He changed his usual taciturn words. He held the jar and raised his hand, and the wine was spilled out. "If you get angry, just catch it (dai, leave)!"

Jiang Lian laughed.

"Accus" can be regarded as the universal verb here. Eating is called "Accusing a Fried Farm", drinking is called "Accusing a Fried Farm", earning money is called "Accusing a Fold", and taking photos is called "Accusing a Fold".

Jiang Lian was a little uncomfortable when he first heard it. After listening to it too much, he felt that the word was very friendly, with a sense of ruthlessness and ruthlessness, and it was very pleasant to say it.

He picked up the jar of wine and said, "Okay, then catch it."

After saying that, I wanted to drink the wine jar, but I stopped when I put it to my mouth, looked back and forth, and asked Lao Ga: "Where were you when something happened?"

Lao Ga burped, his face turned red, and he pointed at him: "What about that."

"Stay looking at this?"

"Look."

"After Meng Qianzi and the others entered the house, no one came out of the door?"

"No."

That was when he was running away from the back door of the house. Jiang Lian pulled out a strong firewood stick from under the pot, touched the chisel in his hand, got up and walked behind the house.

Lao Ga shouted to him: "Hey, I haven't finished my meal, where are you going?"

"I'm full and have a walk in the back mountain."

"No need to go and see it, the mountain ghost has gone to find it..."
Chapter completed!