The ball drew a beautiful curve and brushed it into the basket.

Everyone was quiet and watched the ball land and jumped up and down.

"Damn it! Awesome uncle!" Sister Zhu clapped her hands.

"It's fake, this is fooled, this is okay?" the tall man said.

"Uncle shot another one." A handsome guy threw the ball to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang slapped the ball and didn't shoot, "Let's start."

"Damn it, can it be done?"

Sister Zhu clapped her hands, "Start start!"

Wang Lang beat these children like a pediatrician. When Wang Lang was squatting abroad, he was so idle that he gathered all the players in the squad, and there were many experts in the squad, otherwise he would not have joined the squad.

In the end, Wang Lang gathered two teams, and the two gangs played basketball all day long. Wang Lang's skills were also developed at that time. In addition, he had great strength, good physique, and good control over his body. In the end, no one can defeat him in the account.

I never touched this again after I was released from prison. Today, this happened and met this girl again. Wang Lang picked up the ball again.

On the court, the two teams were intertwined, and Wang Lang's ball skills simply refreshed the world view of these little kids. As long as the ball is in Wang Lang's hands, it is like entering a no-man's realm. With the ball on his hands, he can basically score every ball.

After playing for a while, Wang Lang was slightly restrained, which allowed the children to have a game experience. During the intermission, Wang Lang realized that these children were all freshmen from a university next to him. The name Zhu sister was Zhu Qing, who was a righteous person and from Linghe City. Everyone called her Sister Zhu. She was also famous among the gangsters in Linghe City, but she never did anything to bully the weak. Boys liked to play with this girl.

In the second half, Wang Lang didn't take much attention and the score was overtaken by two points. When the game was over a few seconds, Wang Lang defeated the ball and threw the ball from the corner.

Zhu Qing laughed loudly, hugged Wang Lang and patted Wang Lang's chest, "Uncle, awesome!"

"Awesome!" A group of companions gave Wang Lang a thumbs up.

"Smoke." Wang Lang stretched out his hand.

Zhu Qing hesitated for a moment, "Just finish the ball, why don't you wait a while?"

Wang Lang took out a cigarette and lit one for himself.

Zhu Qing hugged Wang Lang and said, "Let's go, uncle, I'll treat you to schwanstein."

"Sister Zhu, I'll go too." The tall man said.

"I'll go too, I'll go too." The others followed.

"I don't have money, get out of here!" Zhu Qing glared at everyone.

The last group of people went to a place in a mighty way.

It seems that a group of people often come. At a night market behind the school, several people accurately found an old man who was grilling skewers.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Zhu Qing ran over.

The old man was wearing an apron and operated the skewers with one hand.

Wang Lang could see clearly that the old man had only one hand and the other hand had only a palm and a thumb. A finger was protruding next to the thumb of the good hand.

Six fingers.

The old man glanced at Wang Lang casually, his hands froze, and then lowered his head to continue grilling the skewers.

Zhu Qing pulled Wang Lang down, and a group of young men sat around the table, waiting with their necks stretched out.

While eating happily, a red line was drawn across the sky, getting higher and higher, and finally seemed to fly to the center of the sky.

boom!

The red line exploded!

Finally, a one-eyed pattern was formed above the sky, with an arrow pointing in a direction, and it was impossible to see without looking carefully. At first glance, the eye seemed to be looking at everyone below.

"The fireworks are so fucking ugly!" the tall man smiled.

"Eyes, damn it! Who the hell did you think of this? You can do it? This is in a big city. If it is in the countryside, it will be scary in the middle of the night." Shuaibi echoed.

Wang Lang looked at the red eyes above the sky without saying a word.

The old man who was grilling skewers also looked up at the eyes above the sky, and looked at Wang Lang when he lowered his head. Unexpectedly, Wang Lang also looked at the old man.

The two looked at each other, and the old man smiled at Wang Lang and continued to lower his head to grill skewers.

The eye did not dissipate, and it took half an hour to slowly dissipate.

"Awesome, what kind of fireworks are these made by fireworks? This is a fucking advertising. Awesome, this advertising is so successful." The tall man said, and took a picture of the moment with his mobile phone.

Wang Lang took out his cell phone and Butterfly sent a message.

There are only eight words.

"The sky has eyes, the Dragon King attacks!"

The signal of the Dragon Gate will only be sent when the seven dragon kings are summoned to send out. Only the master of the Dragon Gate has been able to send this signal in the past dynasties. Now the whereabouts of the Dragon Gate master are unknown, and only the deputy master of the Dragon Gate is Feng Sanniang.

The chances of the seven dragon kings being dispatched together are very small, but every time they dispatch together, someone will definitely suffer, because not everyone can bear the attacks together.

From ancient times to the present, looking at history, even if there are only seven people in the seven dragon kings, it is no problem for seven people to destroy a sect.

After a group of people finished eating, Shuaibi went to check the bill. The old man waved his hand, "You are Zhu Qing's classmates, you don't collect the bills, you don't collect the bills."

Several people finally secretly stuffed the money into the box containing chopsticks and ran away.

Wang Lang sat on the stool and smoked. Zhu Qing walked over and hugged Wang Lang, "Uncle, are you still depressed?"

Wang Lang shook his head.

The old man there had already closed the stall. After packing up everything, he walked over and sat opposite Wang Lang.

"The sky has eyes, and the Dragon King is attacking. I don't know which short-lived ghost has provoked the Dragon Gate." The old man leaned over and wiped the table.

Wang Lang took a breath of cigarette.

"Grandpa, what were you talking about?" Zhu Qing was confused, "What are the heavens without eyes?"

"Qingqing, go and collect the money from the guests over there." The old man said.

Zhu Qing patted Wang Lang on the shoulder with an Oh, "My grandfather is old and always talks nonsense, don't mind."

Wang Lang smoked a cigarette and looked at the old man wiping the table, "Zhu Butian, the seven-fingered gambling god in the past, actually hid in the downtown area and sold skewers."

The old man laughed at himself, "To be alive, let's talk about it, aren't the seven dragon kings of the Dragon Gate all hiding in the downtown city and doing their own things."

“The skewers were good.”

"If you want to live, you must have a skill, and skewers are also counted." Zhu Butian smiled slightly.

Wang Lang was smoking a cigarette.

"Is the Dragon King leaving yet?" Zhu Butian sat there, holding the other broken hand with six fingers. The old man sat there, thin and small, feeling that he couldn't stand the hungry slap after eating.

"Since you have encountered it, the God of Gamblers will help me calculate what my future is." Wang Lang extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it into the sewer next to him.

"When did the Dragon King start to believe this?"
Chapter completed!