martial arts mythology system

Chapter 290 Script Climax
"Boss, I beg you, give me a bowl of porridge on credit!"

"Oh, I've already told you that it's no good. If you are like you, how can I do business?"

The owner of the porridge shop on the corner wrapped his jacket tightly, and cast a helpless look at Mo Zhonggan, who looked anxious...

In fact, a bowl of porridge is nothing to talk about... But it is true that this opening cannot be opened, otherwise today it is given to this young man who wants to save his elder brother, and what if someone wants to save his parents tomorrow?And what about saving brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts?
Life is alive, how can there be so many people who can manage it, the survival criteria of the little people are simple and direct.

"Boss, I really have no choice. I'll work for you to pay off the debt, okay? I can even serve tea and water! My elder brother was seriously injured, and he hasn't eaten for a day... If this continues, he will I can't stand it any longer..."

Mo Zhonggan really has no choice. His Royal Highness, who has no life experience, can't get any money at all. Sitting on the corner with a straight face, no one will take the initiative to come to give alms... Mo Zhonggan, who took the initiative to attack, came to this house A porridge shop, but I didn't ask for anything...

"Hey, I said you kid can't understand or something? If I say no, I won't give it."

While yelling at Mo Zhonggan, the shopkeeper lifted the lid of the big pot and scooped out a few bowls of porridge to dry.

Drinking a sip of hot porridge in winter is really satisfying, but it still needs to be dried, otherwise the hot porridge just out of the pot will make people's mouth full of hot bubbles.

Mo Zhongqian looked at the shopkeeper as if he had no intention of giving him alms at all, and wondered in his heart if he would kneel down to him now, could he win some sympathy.

In the end, Mo Zhonggan gave up on this idea... On the one hand, the dignity of the third prince still doesn't allow it... On the other hand, Mo Zhonggan reckons that even if he breaks his head here, he won't be able to get half a stutter.

In the end, His Royal Highness chose another last resort.

Wrap your palms with the rags you have on your body, pick up a bowl of hot porridge and start running.

Even though he was beaten yesterday, he ran like an athlete today...

In an instant he had fled to the other side of the street.

"Boss, don't worry, I will definitely pay you back in the future~"

Mo Zhongqian didn't know if he yelled this to calm down the boss, or to ease his heart...

"Hey, you little bastard! I fucking..."

The boss picked up the big spoon for scooping up the porridge and was about to chase him out, but he felt that someone was holding his shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw a white-clothed, long-haired young man looking at him with a smile.

"Boss, don't chase after me, I will pay for their money."

Han Feng was a celebrity who resisted Taichu Dao and Mo Luosha as a soldier, and he was quite famous in Yunchen... The shop owner immediately recognized Han Feng, embarrassed and flustered:
"Oh, my mother...Master Han, you actually eat by yourself...ah no, you actually drink porridge by yourself..."

Han Feng couldn't help but laugh:

"Boss, what do you say, I have to hire someone to help me eat?"

"No, no," the shop owner immediately waved his hands and said to Han Feng, pointing in the direction where Mo Zhongqian was going, "You don't know, these stinky beggars don't work every day and think they are the most pitiful in the world, but they are actually a group of tired Slackers...you really don't need to sympathize with them~"

"Ha, I have something to do with that kid, so I must pay the money for him."

Han Feng took the porridge handed over by the boss, blew it lightly, and took a sip.

I have to admit that the boss dared to come out to set up a stall to sell porridge. There is indeed something. A bowl of hot porridge is warm, fragrant and soft, exuding a sweet rice fragrance.

The only thing...it does get a little hot.

The owner of the congee shop listened and rubbed his hands:
"Hey~ What are you talking about? You come to eat to make the small shop flourish. Besides, it's Chinese New Year's Eve, why should I charge you money?"

Han Feng smiled slightly, drank the porridge, noncommittal.

On the other side of the street, Mo Zhonggan hurried past with a bowl of porridge.

At the end of the year, the entire cloud is adorned in thick red.

Some children like to go out to set off firecrackers, and some children like to go out to show people their new clothes.

Mo Zhonggan was also very happy. After grabbing this bowl of porridge, Brother Su could finally eat something.

Ever since he was hit in the back of the head with a stone by a dead child yesterday, Brother Su has been in a bad state and can only lie on the corner of the street and cough in a low voice...

Now that he has a bowl of porridge, he can always comfort his belly.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhongqian felt a little flattered in his heart, and looked back, but the iron rooster boss didn't catch up either.

Hmph, unscrupulous and heartless profiteers, when the prince returns to the palace and gains power... I will arrest you and let you watch people spend your family's money every day until it is all spent... ...Mo Zhongqian couldn't help but think so maliciously.

Thinking about it this way, my hands don't feel so hot.

Han Feng felt a little hot porridge when he drank it... Mo Zhonggan hugged him all the way, among other things, at least the third prince has really made great progress in terms of endurance during this period.

Thinking happily like this, Mo Zhongqian returned to the alley outside Yundi Alley.

A bowl of porridge for two people, this year is not too bad~

however……

Stepping into the alley, Mo Zhonggan felt an inexplicable strangeness...

None of the beggars who usually gather in the alley in twos and threes, even Big Brother Su disappeared, obviously something must have happened...

Mo Zhonggan sensed something was wrong and wanted to exit the alley, but just as he turned around, he found three burly men in black robes standing at the entrance of the alley.

"I found... the prince from Liguo!"

The leader looked fanatical, his eyes glowed after seeing Mo Zhonggan, obviously very excited.

Holding the porridge bowl, Mo Zhongqian looked around, only to find that the other end of the alley was also blocked by two men in black robes...

Obviously, this group of people came prepared.

"Who are you!?"

Mo Zhonggan's voice was majestic and proud.

After wandering the streets for so long, I almost forgot my identity... I am the prince!

"We are the ones who want to harm your highness, you two, come and take your highness away~"

The man in black who spoke in the middle gave instructions to his two subordinates, one on the left and one on the right. The two subordinates nodded quickly and walked towards Mo Zhonggan.

Mo Zhongqian backed away with the bowl in his hand, thinking how he could escape...

All of a sudden, sword energy swept across the sky, and two black-robed guards jumped out over the street wall, one left and one right fighting the warrior who was walking towards Mo Zhonggan.

"His Royal Highness, you go! Ruxuanjian is looking for Han Feng to be in charge... he is the only one who can keep you in Yun Chen now!"

"Horse guard!"

Mo Zhonggan yelled in surprise, his voice was full of surprise, and then he turned around and was about to run away.

The mysterious black-robed man blocking the other end of the alley was obviously not a good person. Seeing Mo Zhonggan running towards him, he drew out the knife from his waist and slashed at Mo Zhonggan.

"Want to run? I'll take off one of your legs first!"

Mo Zhonggan originally believed that these people did not dare to hurt himself, and wanted to run away with his life.

Who would have imagined that the evil people nowadays are so fierce that they would unload their legs when they swung their knives...

In the pupils of the eyes, the cold blade approached quickly...

Then, a thin figure appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand to hold the blade, turned his head to look at Mo Zhonggan...

"Stinky boy, it's almost night and you won't see anyone, are you trying to scare me to death?"

Mo finally froze.

"Brother Su...you really know martial arts!?"

(End of this chapter)