Mr. Yangui

Chapter 532 Chapter [-]
"Hehehe, it's up to you. If your cousin doesn't let us go, we can't help it. You are a literati, right? Brother Qiu, this literati will be handed over to my younger brother. Just hold his cousin." The strong man smiled wretchedly.

He was a little worried that he might not be able to deal with his cousin.

This is all right, I have a cousin who is a scholar.

As long as this cousin is taken down, are you afraid that the cousin will not submit obediently?

The strong man named Brother Qiu also smiled wretchedly: "Don't worry, He Zi, isn't he a peak sixth rank? It's not a problem for me to hold on! You should move as fast as possible."

"I'm at the beginning of the eighth rank, what do you look at? I'm still at the peak of the sixth rank... If you two fools are smart, it's still too late to kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise I will kill you and don't care about burying him!" Mo Tong said with a smile.

This is good, it will directly become the first level of the eighth grade.

The man named Brother Qiu was furious, and was about to yell at him, but Li Wuchang looked at Mo Tong suspiciously: "Cousin, what you said is a bit contradictory, since you said they are stupid, how can they be smart? "

That silly look is really a nerd, or a nerd who can't tell the difference.

It was about to start a fight now, and that He Zi's knife could slash at him at any time, yet he was still holding on to the contradictions in his cousin's words.

Many people were speechless and asked the sky.

Where did this come from?

The speaker seemed to have no intention, but the listener had intentions. Brother Qiu yelled: "You two brats did it on purpose, right? If I don't kill you today, I really can't get rid of my hatred for his grandma!"

After all, the flick of the long knife and the movement of the footsteps are quite the same thing, at least not worse than the big middle-aged man who was punched down by Mo Tong.

And He Zi silently moved behind Li Wuchang and Mo Tong, staring at them.

The old shopkeeper felt bad, and immediately lay in the middle, secretly gathering his true energy, and prepared to hold brother Qiu.

"Old guy, I advise you to stand up a little bit, otherwise I will kill you as well."

Seeing the old shopkeeper lying in the middle, brother Qiu put on a look of wanting to fight again, stopped immediately, yelled loudly, and put on a bluffing look of viciously wanting to eat people.

"It is tolerable or unbearable!"

The strong man named He Zi raised his knife and pointed at Mo Tong, and shouted: "Today, I will let you, Mr. He, teach you the principles of life, this brat, and see who is the fool!"

Li Wuchang chuckled secretly: Didn't your grandma think that I was so arrogant because I was a frail scholar?

The old shopkeeper really wanted to shoot all these troublemakers to death.

What is it?

After talking good things for a long time, still want to fight?
How do you do business here?

During the disturbance, many people came to the restaurant. Instead of sitting down at the table to order wine and food, they all gathered around to watch the commotion, all with excited faces.

Li Wuchang glanced around and found Jiang Minglun who had just entered, and he had three personal guards.

Jiang Minglun first gestured to Li Wuchang that everything is fine, and then gave Li Wuchang a puzzled look, asking what was going on, and whether everyone should draw knives to help.

Li Wuchang secretly made an "OK" gesture, indicating that everything is under control.

Jiang Minglun nodded, folded his hands on his chest, and joined the crowd of spectators with the three personal guards.

Mo Tong also found Jiang Minglun, he was overjoyed, and immediately coughed lightly, "You two, you want to take action against my cousin who is a scholar who doesn't know martial arts? Are you a bit too disregarding face?"

After finishing speaking, he quickly stomped on the big middle-aged man under his feet, and then came to Li Wuchang's side, acting like a bodyguard.

Jiang Minglun looked at Li Wuchang's terrified look, and secretly laughed in his heart.

This is so stunned, he must have played it, and it seems that he is still playing very happily.

A scholar cousin who doesn't know martial arts?
Good setting!

It's just...how could Mo Tong, a big bastard, be Leng Shao's cousin?

Leng Shao's cousins ​​are all great talents, and they just casually write a poem, which is still very gorgeous.

Thinking of this, Jiang Minglun almost laughed out loud, it was much easier to go out to play than to stay in Fangling City, and he still had time to think wildly.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Mo Tong's nervous look, Brother Qiu immediately burst out laughing, looking at Mo Tong as if he saw an idiot, "You said it just now, the world is dangerous! We don't know that he is a scholar, we only know that he is a Your cousin, you two belong together."

He Zi quacked with a smile, and echoed, "Aren't you very good just now, kid? I'll put a knife on your cousin's neck later, and I'll see if you can still be good."

It seems that he has made up his mind to take down Li Wuchang, the so-called scholar cousin.

Many people have to mourn for Li Wuchang, a frail scholar.

However, there are also some people who are more optimistic about Mo Tong's one against two.

"stop!"

A majestic voice spread throughout the hall.

The old shopkeeper made up his mind, and secretly sank his kung fu.

The owner of the restaurant finally came.

At the gate, a few well-dressed men walked over with steady steps. Their physiques were strong, and they were not easy to see. Among the big men was a man in his thirties who looked quite handsome and had a delicate sword hanging on his waist. young people.

"Old Nie, what's the matter?" The young man glanced slightly and asked calmly.

"Son!"

The old shopkeeper first bowed his hands and saluted respectfully, and then explained: "These guest officials had a little misunderstanding because of Mantangchun..."

The young man interrupted: "Since it's just a misunderstanding, why did you pick up the knife?"

Stretching out his right hand and pointing at the unconscious big middle-aged man on the ground, he asked, "What happened to that man? Who moved his hand?"

The young man's voice was pleasant to hear, but he didn't sound a little emotional. With his extremely cold expression, he was very calm and prestige.

In addition, he has a long breath, a steady posture, and a thick callus can be seen on his outstretched right hand. He is obviously a practitioner, and it seems that he should not be an easy character. Pretending to be a big man, the messy lobby immediately became very quiet.

Everyone has some eyesight and knows that it is better to be careful at this time.

But Li Wuchang thought of the brothers Zhu Changsheng and Zhu Changlong from the Hanshui Gang.

The young man in front of him had an extraordinary aura, and his martial arts were not far behind the brothers of the Zhu family, even if they were not far behind.

Not waiting for the old shopkeeper to point it out, Mo Tong chuckled lightly, still looking foolish, glanced at the owner, and said casually: "Are you the owner of this restaurant?"

The young man didn't answer, but asked instead, "Did you do it?"

Mo Tong said again: "Are you the owner of this restaurant?"

A repeated sentence, but with an increasingly contemptuous tone.

"presumptuous!"

The man next to the young man pretended to be a big man and shouted: "Our son asked you a question? You can answer honestly..."

Mo Tong spread his hands, "Your young master asked me something, and I will answer it? Didn't your young master answer my question? I asked first!"

The big man's face sank.

Brother Qiu and He Zi were overjoyed, thinking to themselves that this guy is indeed a stupefied young man, causing trouble everywhere, even the owner of the restaurant.

Judging by the posture of the owner, could it be Yi Yuzhi?

The young man raised his hand to stop the big man beside him, and looked up and down Mo Tong with a smile, as if seeing a prey.

(End of this chapter)