He thought that the slash of swords and guns did not happen, and Gin said to him calmly for a long time no see.

He picked up the cigarette and handed it to the window, and asked in Ming Jue's confused expression:

"Do you smoke?"

Mingjue: "???"

Is your reaction not right?

Shouldn’t you just shoot me twice when you meet? What the hell is this cigarette handing over?

Your calm look scares me a little!

Although he was confused inside, he knew that he could never show it.

He politely refused Gin's cigarette.

"Thank you, I won't smoke."

Gin lit a cigarette on his own, his eyes falling on Mingjue's face.

He clearly looked up, but he didn't feel weaker than others at all.

The car was too dark, and Mingjue couldn't see what his expression was. He blinked blankly, and didn't know how to continue for a while.

He originally wanted to provoke Gin, mock him, and then show his hands in front of him, shocking him for a whole year.

Apart from that, he didn't want to do anything.

After all, he is a three-good boy grown up under the Hongqi. Although Gin almost killed him, he really couldn't do anything like killing people.

Just when Mingjue was still thinking about it, Gin Jiu spoke out.

"So many years have passed, but you haven't changed at all."

"Well……"

"But it is true that the time flow rate in the two worlds is different. It has been many years for me, but it may have been a very short period of time for you."

Since it can make many things fade, it can also make many things deeper.

His experience in Mingjue belongs to an increasingly profound category.

He had thought about meeting Mingjue many times, and he thought that he must teach him a lesson, and it would be better to kill him directly, and would never give him any chance to turn the tables.

He brought him such a great shame, and it would be best to torture him, otherwise it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

But in fact, if you think about it carefully, Mingjue has never done anything to him.

Although he was sent to the police station, it was only that. As for the Cowherd, it was completely the police's self-summons, and it had nothing to do with Ming Jue.

What he really hated was his weak self at that time.

It was Mingjue who could not resist himself.

After so many years, he is no longer the weakest person he used to be.

The hatred for Mingjue has long turned into a driving force for becoming stronger.

When he got the photo sent by Mingjue, he was more angry.

After all, he is an individual, and there will definitely be normal emotions.

He had limited knowledge of the Chrystal, but the experience of Vodka made him cautious about the Chrystal.

Obviously, whether they suddenly went to the world of Mingjue or the extraordinary abilities displayed by Mingjue, they all mean that he is not a person who can speculate with common sense.

If he wants to suppress such a person with special abilities, he may be defeated.

Based on his understanding of Mingjue, this person is the opposite of him, the kind of person who is orderly and kind.

If he doesn't take the initiative, the other party won't do anything to him.

Although he unexpectedly encountered Mingjue suddenly, weighing these things was just a matter of changing his mind.

"Your reaction surprised me very much." Ming Jue sighed.

Just as Gin speculated, he did not take the initiative to attack Mingjue, and Mingjue would not take the initiative to do anything to him.

Ming Jue has also imagined many scenes of meeting with Gin, but they all started fighting without exception.

This kind of peaceful scene was completely unexpected.

Gin exhaled a breath of smoke and said, "If I saw you again when I was in my twenties, I would definitely attack you without hesitation. But I am now in my thirties..."

People in their thirties will certainly not be as impulsive as they were in their twenties.

In addition to force, his brain is the key to his organization's position.

There is no benefit in the fight between sentiment, only young people will do it.

Ming Jue didn't want to talk to him about life philosophy here. He was a little uncomfortable with this kind of gin and provocatively said: "What do you think of the gift I brought to you by vodka?"

Gin glanced at him expressionlessly, "If you want to anger me, you don't have to."

Mingjue is still too tender, and this little thought is completely written on his face. You can guess what he is thinking without even looking at Ginjiu.

"It's boring for you to do this. After finally seeing me, don't you want to seek revenge on me? Shoot twice at me?"

Gin was put out and only took two sips of cigarettes, looking at him with his eyes fixedly.
Chapter completed!