Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 344 In the Restaurant (for Subscription)

"Don't worry, with Zhu Guangxi, I have my own plans and I won't act rashly.

How you got along with him in the past will be the same in the future, no gossip will reach his ears. "

"Also, after Yunwu Mountain, you can still go back to work in the Commoner League, and inquire about the news in the Commoner League for me in the future, especially about Zhao Hun.

If there is credit, I will not begrudge rewards, if half-hearted, you also know that I am not a good man and a believer. "

After finalizing the two as his spies to break into the Commoner League, Meng Zhao calmed down the two again and let them leave first, so as to give them some time to relax and bear.

When there were only two people left in the house, Meng Zhaofang sat down on a Pear Blossom Taishi chair,
"Apu, you look confused and worried, but what do you want to ask me?"

Han Pu was silent for a moment, then slowly bowed to Meng Zhao, his voice was calm, he calmed down completely,
"Returning to the young master, there is nothing I want to ask from the subordinates. The young master has his own reasons for doing things. The subordinates only need to be devoted to their duties and serve you to the death."

Han Pu is not a fool, and he was just too surprised for a moment, which caused his mind to be turbulent. When he calmed down, he realized that his reaction was a bit extreme.

Meng Zhao glanced at this future cheap uncle with satisfaction. At first, he took a fancy to this man mainly because of his good eye.

But after getting in touch with him, you can find that this person is not just a thug, he is extremely capable, thoughtful, and decisive, and he is a rare talent.

Coupled with the relationship between Han Lu and various factors, Han Lu became more and more affectionate to her.

However, no matter how important it is, no matter how close it is, there is one thing that must be made clear, and that is the master-slave relationship.

He is the master, the other is the slave, he is the king, and the other is the minister. Whatever he wants to do, whether it is good or bad, he only needs to be responsible to himself, and does not need to explain to the so-called subordinates. Then the master-slave relationship is lost.

Therefore, Han Pu's attitude now makes him very happy. Only those who are capable and know how to advance and retreat are the ones he likes. Lu Le in the past and Han Pu now are the same.

"Well, I will give you a task now..."

Han Pu listened attentively, his eyes gradually brightened, and seeing the forged dragon scales placed on the table, he suddenly realized.

The winter snow has just fallen, and the market town is covered with snow everywhere. In a low-rise wine shop on the right side of the T-junction, the business is particularly good.

From early in the morning, the number of customers has been one after another, and the people who drink wine are also like crucian carp crossing the river. The fragrance of wine is overflowing, and the depression fills half of the street.

The wine shop is not big, but it can accommodate ten tables and dozens of people. It is unavoidably crowded under the heat wave of the stove.

But the people inside are all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and they don't care about trivial matters.

Groups of three or four, drinking and punching, chatting and talking about the mountains, having a great time, there are many people sitting on the lap of a wine seller with heavy make-up, taking some advantage from time to time.

There is a table in the corner, a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Although the 30-year-old man is like the people around him, talking, laughing, drinking, and talking about martial arts, there is a dark cloud between his brows that does not dissipate, as if he is worried about something.

Suddenly, the door of the restaurant was kicked open forcefully, and after a bang, several people walked in from the outside, bringing in a gust of cold wind and fine snow particles wrapped in the wind.

The originally noisy and bustling wine shop became quiet in an instant, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the person who broke in with unkind eyes.

However, the few people who came in were completely unaware.

The leader is a 20-year-old young man with narrow eyebrows and broad nose, medium build, blue cotton coat, a jade pendant around his waist, and a sword inlaid with red tassels in his left hand. Don't say anything, just glanced at everyone in the restaurant like lightning, looking for something.

There are several people following behind, all of them are also extraordinary, with superb martial arts, fresh clothes and sharp knives, they are acquired strong opponents.

Immediately, someone in the wine shop wanted to stand up and scold the impolite boy, but was grabbed by the person beside him and warned,

"This man is not to be messed with. He is the seventh son of the Bo Yang family of Chengyi, and he is from an honorable family. This time when he comes to Yunwu Mountain, he will be accompanied by an innate level expert to protect him. Don't be impulsive."

In fact, in recent days, the news that Beining Hou Lei's family, Chengyi Bo Yang's family, Twelve Chain Castle, Jiuyuanmen, and the local Baicaotang Gongsun's family and Cao's family have united to enter the mountain to capture the dragon's eggs has gradually spread. Many loose, unorganized and unsupported warriors who came from afar have given up their idea of ​​fishing in troubled waters.

It is also because there are so many powerful people united together, in this market town, they say what they say, and their strength is so great that few people dare to provoke them.

However, not everyone knows the seventh son of Bo Yang's family who broke in sincerely, and even if they do, not everyone can swallow his anger.

Most warriors have a rough personality and are brave and ruthless, especially those who fight at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, fighting with swords and swords, fighting for wealth with their heads on their belts, how can they be scared by anyone casually?
A tall, burly man with a sturdy build and a fresh scar hanging from the corner of his eye was originally sitting at a table in the east of the wine shop to drink with others. shaped muscles.

After being disturbed, he stood up carelessly, walked to the young man with a strong drink, and shouted,
"Little bastard, where the hell did you come from? Believe it or not, you dare to pretend to be a big head in front of the master."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, a person standing behind the young man had drawn his knife coldly out of its sheath, and slashed at him with a silver light like a shooting star, rolling up a breathtaking sharpness and murderous aura.

This knife was fast and ruthless, without reservation, not to mention flesh and blood, even a hard rock, under the sword infused with inner strength, it would be cut in two.

After all, this big man has two brushes. Although his eyes are drunk, he is quick to react. When the knife light comes, he is stimulated by Qi, instinctively bows his head and shrinks, barely avoiding the knife cutting his head.

However, the thick black hair on the top of the head was directly shaved off, revealing the stubble-covered scalp.

This thrilling scene frightened him away from alcohol in an instant, and he didn't care about the fear. Years of experience in messing around let him know that his crisis was still not resolved, so he rolled to the side on the spot, pushing away the guy who was watching the fun, Then he picked up the bench and slammed it hard at the group of people at the door.

It was still the master of the knife, with a stern face, without making a sound, stepped forward, made three swipes, and chopped the flying bench into pieces with sharp force, and knocked one of them away with the blade .

With a whoosh, the broken bench smashed the head of the big man who was about to escape in the chaos.

Red and white sprayed all over the ground, and the huge body fell to the ground with a crash, bleeding profusely.

This scene immediately frightened a lot of people, and they picked up the guy at hand anxiously.

The guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks leaning against the table was sweating even more, his mung bean-sized eyes were searching for the escape route.

(End of this chapter)