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Chapter 747 True or False

Chu Heng's loud shout really startled the two old ladies who were quarreling. The two of them trembled in tacit understanding, and then they both stopped talking and turned their eyes to the handsome boy who just came in, secretly speculating in their hearts.

He didn't dare to make any mistakes about his identity for a while.

The old lady who was chanting sutras also raised her eyes and cast a searching gaze. After glancing at this guy's handsome face like a chisel, an imperceptible flash of realization flashed through the depths of her cloudy eyes.

Then she withdrew her gaze and continued to recite her own sutra, as if there was nothing in this world that she cared about.

Chu Heng looked at the fat and thin old ladies who finally calmed down, and felt that the world suddenly became more beautiful!

He breathed a sigh of relief, then waved to the one-eyed old man who was huddled in the corner of the room looking at the others with a helpless expression, and said, "Why are you always standing so far away? Come here."

"well!"

The old man lowered his head and responded timidly, hunched over his already somewhat rickety back, put his hands in his sleeves that he didn't know where to put, and put them in front of his chest, just like a slave in a TV series meeting his master, stepping on it.

He came to Chu Heng with small steps, and bowed to Xie Lixuan and others with smiles on his face: "Everyone... Hello leaders, my surname is Huang Mingda, and my courtesy name is Chongguang. I live in the south of Baizhifang. What can I do for you today?"

It's a great honor for you, the leaders, to serve you. If you have any instructions, just say it!"

"Brother, you are serious!"

Xie Lixuan stood up with a funny look on his face. Without any airs, he walked around the table and came to the old man's side. He held his hand cordially and said in a kind tone: "I should apologize to you for doing some housework.

, I shouldn’t bother you to come all the way.”

Old Man Xie has a bad temper, but who cares? With friends, relatives, enemies, etc., he never restrains his temper. He will scold and hit whenever he wants.

But for ordinary people like the one-eyed old man, he has always been kind and friendly, and now he still has people to ask for, so he doesn't dare to have any airs.

He doesn't even bother to use his power to oppress others!

But the one-eyed old man didn't know whether his attitude was sincere or an act. He hurriedly raised his hand and said, "I don't dare to take it. I don't dare to take it. Just call me Xiao Huang. I can share your worries. It's my honor."

Don’t care if it’s true or false, just pretend to be a grandson!

Seeing that he was still like this, Xie Lixuan stopped talking nonsense, pulled the old man and pointed at the three old ladies, and said: "Then I'll trouble Brother Huang, help us see which one is true!"

"No trouble, no trouble, you should deserve it!"

The one-eyed old man rubbed his hands, turned to look at the three old ladies, straightened his waist, walked forward with his hands behind his back and looked at them one by one, and finally stopped in front of the old lady who was chanting sutras, and said with a sneer: "It's really interesting, the three of them."

I actually have a mole on the left side of my face, so I’m very well prepared!”

The old lady who was chanting sutras raised her eyes slightly, her eyes were calm, her face was unruffled, and she said calmly: "Then please ask the old gentleman to distinguish the true from the false."

"Okay, then I'll identify it."

The old man turned around and came to the fat old lady, pointed to the mole on her face with a smile, and said: "Old sister, if I read it correctly, your mole was placed on the back, right?

"

There was a trace of panic on the face of the fat old lady, and then she opened her eyes and cursed angrily: "Fuck you, mother, I have had this mole on my face since I was a child. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you."

!”

As she spoke, she raised her arm, pointed it at the one-eyed old man's cheek, and swung it over.

The old man didn't expect the old lady to be so fierce, so he hurriedly backed away, trying to avoid it.

"Crack!"

But Chu Heng was one step ahead of him, took out his gun and stood directly in front of the old man, put the muzzle of the gun on her head, and threatened: "Be honest! If you dare to do it again, I will kill you with one shot!"

As the old saying goes, those who are stunned are afraid of being aggressive, and those who are aggressive are afraid of losing their lives.

This fat old lady was stunned. At this moment, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her forehead. She still dared to act mischievously. She took a few steps back in panic, clamped her legs, waved her hands with a pale face and said: "I don't dare anymore."

, I don’t dare anymore!”

"snort!"

Chu Heng retracted the gun coldly, turned to the one-eyed old man who stared at the gun in his hand and said, "Man, please continue."

"Ah? Oh oh!"

The old man came back to his senses and felt suspicious for a while.

Is this such an ordinary little director?

Whose grain store manager carries a gun with him when he goes out?

I figured it out!

There is no such thing as a word of truth!

The old man muttered in his heart, moved closer to Chu Heng, and whispered: "What about that, little comrade, you have to help me get some boy urine. After playing with it, put some on a rag and bring it over."

"Okay."

Chu Heng didn't ask why. He turned around and walked out of the yard. He touched a few children on the road, gave them a handful of candies, bought a jar full of hot baby urine, and ran back to Xie's courtyard.

When he arrived at the courtyard, he followed the old man's instructions and took out a towel from the warehouse. After it was stained with a lot of children's urine, he carried it back to the living room.

"Bring it here." Chu Heng handed the towel that was still dripping with water to the old man with a look of disgust.

"Thank you for your hard work."

The old man didn't care about this. He grabbed her and walked up to the frightened fat old lady. He put the towel on her face and wiped it hard.

Smelling the smell of urine that filled her nose, the old lady almost vomited, but intimidated by Chu Heng's gun, she could only endure the discomfort and let him do what he did.

A few moments.

The old man took back the towel, pointed at the old lady's empty left cheek, and sneered: "How dare you lie to me with just this little trick? When I played this, man, you even scratched your crotch when you crossed the threshold!"

The old lady didn't know what was going on, so she looked at him confused: "You...what do you mean?"

The thin old lady on the side saw it clearly, slapping her thigh excitedly, pointing at her and shouting: "Haha, I'll just say she's fake, she's so fucking gone! Catch her quickly, catch her

Her, don’t let her run away!”

"ah!"

Only then did the fat old lady understand what was going on. She subconsciously covered her face, turned around and ran out the door.

"If you move, I'll beat you to death!" Chu Heng, who had waited for this moment, took a wrong step and blocked the door. He used his murder weapon again and forced the old lady back.

The fat old lady knelt down with a plop, and begged with tears and snot in her nose: "Please, please spare me, I was also forced, please spare me!"

"Shut up!"

Chu Heng scolded her irritably and ignored her. He looked up at the one-eyed old man and motioned for him to continue.

The other people in the room no longer paid attention to the fat old lady, and all looked at the one-eyed old man. After all, they had long expected that there was something fake here, so there was nothing to make a fuss about.

Only the strange middle-aged man was staring at the fat old lady. His body was really sweating like rain, and his face turned yellow and white. It was more exciting than Sichuan Opera.

At this time, the one-eyed old man came to the thin old lady.

"True gold is not afraid of fire, so if you have any suggestions, just come!"

The old lady held her head high and held her chest high, feeling happy and unafraid, but the dodge in her eyes did not escape Chu Heng's eyes!

Damn it!

This is definitely fake!

besides


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