Heroes dare not do

Chapter 112 A man in rags can be lonely, and a young man can explore the truth

There was a tacit understanding between the master and the apprentice playing riddles, and a thin, bare-chested man said indignantly: "I don't accept this blindness...," and saw a hurried passerby next to him. Passing a steamed bun, "Look at this kid just now, how can he have a little frivolous laugh?" "You mean...? Good boy!" He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly. "I don't think this junior has a bad heart. After all, he came here to learn how to strengthen his muscles and bones under the order of the instructor. He should find a way out for himself." He patted the man Shoulder, "Look at it, in the past three days, he must be serving tea and water one by one, and he will no longer be such a jerk like he used to be!"

The golden sky is chasing the moon, and as soon as the sky turns, the sky is clear and the sky is clear. This Nianji bought two more braised pork hearts and fried three shreds of ginger, and took them to the city god's temple in the west of the city. The beggar in Yangyang, on closer inspection, is a newly blurred one. "My brother is really at ease." "Hey! Brother Nian, I really can't bear it if you do this again next time." While speaking, he quickly opened the food box, took a sip of the aroma, and then He pouted again, and said to the three or five fellow beggars beside him.

I saw this Nian Ji embarrassed, "Brother, don't make fun of me!" The beggar was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing, "You are really sincere!" "It's just me beggars!" How can you guys use the three-five food boxes? It’s just a matter of picking more than a dozen warm and soft steamed buns and pairing them with the pickled vegetable clear soup, and you’ll be exhausted. The key is that you have no one else in your eyes.” Brother Nian After finishing speaking, I used the slightly warm burrito to make a pie filling, just like this.The few on the side were still basking in the sun comfortably, but none of them had even glanced at it.

Seeing that he was very interested, the beggar was more and more smacking, and seeing that the other one had a slight roll on his throat, this one said with a smile: "How can there be such a non-committal in normal times?" Moved by foreign objects? Isn’t this just seeing you, little brother Nian, with your majestic and heroic demeanor?” I saw a beggar who was limping next to him, turned over and sat up straight, and scolded with a smile: “Go, go, Mo Lao Que, take less I'm waiting for a joke!"

I saw that Mo Laoque responded with a few smiles, and then pointed his left hand empty, and said with a smile: "This old Yin has been in this city for a long time, and he is also a fair person, so there are many beggars who are full of Yin Luo. Call him 'Grand Duke'." Whispering in his ear, he said in a low voice, "I, a loner, can't hear all the things about the hidden pile before." Seeing this, I moved away, and then immediately Then he called out in a low voice: "He only said that he was already old enough to be useful among beggars, and he only hoped that these thousand or two hundred tattered clothes would save him from some dark crimes, all of which are true." Forever."

"This Mr. Yin is really righteous! Just for the love of the beggars, he put himself in the midst of wolves and fangs." Then he turned to Lao Que, "I wonder if the old man has any oral habits?" "I'm afraid there is only Qiangun Bailian porridge from Liancuiju in the east of the city." "It's true, 'Thousands of sails are passing by, and I look back to this mountain!', I remember, every time I come here, there will be a casserole."

What the next room told me was that the children of the sixteen or seventeen years there did not serve tea and water one by one. They just bought a few catties of Li Ji's white meat in the spare time of practicing kung fu, and then rushed to eat. The early Yueyin Yubai stewed a fresh porridge until it boiled white, just like that, all the men in the rivers and lakes who were boiled through the water were not in the slightest, and they couldn't afford to be idle. idea.

"This is only fifteen or sixteen years old..."

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