Montenegro

Chapter 73
Although the eyes of the middle-aged shopkeeper quickly shifted, he was still noticed by Yan Ji.

However, his expression didn't change much, he just glanced at the middle-aged shopkeeper and said:

"If you have any delicious food, just eat it, are you still worried that Yan can't afford the money? Are these enough?"

Yan Ji casually threw two ingots of ten taels of silver onto the counter, making two dull crashing sounds.

"Enough! Enough!" The middle-aged shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and with a stretch of his right hand, he put the money on the table into his sleeve, for fear that Yan Ji would regret it.

Then the shopkeeper called a waiter and ordered the task down.

At this time, Yan Ji only had the environment inside the empty ring customer store.

A dozen or so old tables were scattered here and there, and only one of them sat guests. There were five people in total, four men and one woman.

The woman looks about twenty years old, beautiful, wearing a pink gauze skirt, with a purple jade hairpin inserted obliquely in her head, and a slender soft sword leaning against her stool.

The man has an old man with gray hair, beard and eyebrows, a middle-aged man with a slashed face and a firm expression, and two vigorous young men in their twenties.

The eyes of the two young men were all on the woman in the pink skirt, but there was a hint of hostility between them.

When Yan Ji looked at them, they also glanced at Yan Ji.

Yan Ji gave them a very friendly smile, showing his white teeth.

They suddenly shuddered, feeling like they were facing a scourge, and quickly turned their heads to avert their eyes, not daring to look at Yan Ji again.

Yan Ji pursed his lips, found a table and sat down, took off the pear blossom mountain ax on his back, and lightly put it on the ground, making a "dong" sound, the sound was loud and dull, and the ground trembled.

It made everyone startled except for a group of Montenegro thieves, and couldn't help turning their heads to take another look.

A group of Black Mountain bandits were not surprised, they found two tables to sit down, and twelve or three people squeezed into one table.

The stools were a bit too much to sit on, so they directly pulled a few stools from the table next to them, and the innkeeper didn't dare to say anything.

The boy who led the way stood beside Yan Ji and waited on him.

"Sit down, what's your name, how old are you?"

Yan Ji raised his right hand and put it on the young man's shoulder, and gently pushed him down on the bench beside him who wanted to refuse.

"My lord, my name is Sun Xiaozuo. I will be 15 years old in two months this year." The guide boy replied while sitting respectfully, with his hands on his lap.

"15 years old, I didn't expect you to be older than Yan, who has only turned 14 in less than two months." Yan Ji nodded.

Sun Xiaozuo froze for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, looking inconceivably at a man who was sitting taller than he was standing, with arms thicker than his waist, with bulging lumps of muscle all over his face, arms, and thighs. Yan Ji.

Then he looked down at his bean sprouts figure again, he felt that his brain was not enough.

14 years old...can he grow up to look like this...?

As if it was stuck in his throat, Sun Xiaozuo wanted to say it, but he didn't dare to say it, his whole face turned red.

"Don't be nervous, don't look at me dressed brightly now, and I still have a large number of people under my command, but in fact, my situation was not much better than yours now, and I am also the same age, I believe we will have common words of.

"By the way, the way the shopkeeper looked at you when you entered the door just now, does he know you?"

Yan Ji smiled and patted Sun Xiao on the left shoulder.

Originally, Sun Xiaozuo wanted to say in his heart that the gap between us is too great, and there will be no common words.

As a result, Yan Ji's last sentence directly made his body tense up.

"Because I often bring customers over for Shopkeeper Hao, he often secretly gives me some copper coins." Sun Xiaozuo replied without hesitation, with an honest look.

"Is that so? Why are you getting more nervous? Don't worry, Yan is not an unreasonable person, and won't blame you for such a trivial matter." Yan Ji left Sun Xiaozuo's shoulder with his right hand, letting him loose Take a breath.

At this time, shopkeeper Hao came over, "Hey, sir, don't blame Xiao Zuo, my inn is really remote, and no one comes, so I made this bad plan.

"And Xiao Zuo's family is also in trouble. His parents were accidentally affected by a martial artist fight and died. There is also a young sister in the family. The two dollars a day as a guide are not enough to make ends meet.

"It's really not easy for the two of them to survive in the Black Crocodile City. I felt sorry for him, so I entrusted him with this job."

Hearing this, the five people sitting at the other table were moved with compassion, and the woman in the pink skirt directly took out a few pieces of broken silver from her waist, tossed it lightly, and landed on the table in front of Sun Xiaozuo with precision. Did not say anything.

Sun Xiaozuo was taken aback, and quickly picked up the broken silver on the table and ran to the woman in the pink skirt, "This sister, you don't get paid for nothing, I can't ask for this silver."

"I didn't expect you to be quite educated. Miss Ben never takes back things thrown out. If you don't want them, you throw them away." The voice of the woman in the pink skirt was clear and clear, like an oriole.

A group of Black Mountain bandits, including Yan Ji, watched with cold eyes, without any fluctuation in their hearts.

Because Yan Ji is born heartless, he only thinks about himself when he does anything, and doesn't care about others. He is absolutely self-centered. In addition, he has heard and seen more of this kind of thing on the Internet in his previous life, so he doesn't feel much.

As for these Black Mountain bandits, there are many people who have a miserable life experience than Sun Xiaozuo.

Seven or eight out of ten are orphans whose parents died.

Some of them were sold by their parents because they were short of money and could not afford to eat.

Some were sold into the homes of dignitaries who liked boys. Among these dignitaries, there were old people, fat women, and strong men, and they couldn't bear to find opportunities to escape.

There are also those who were imprisoned at home by their parents, secretly sold their meat into black shops, and finally escaped through untold hardships, and escaped into the black village by accident.

In addition, there was another one who happened to be robbed by Heishanzhai when there was a famine, and was robbed into Heishanzhai just after it was cooked.

This person is Guo Qi, and it is precisely because of such severe injuries and congenital deficiencies that he has reached middle age, but it has been difficult for him to become a real warrior, and the older he is, the more wretched and deformed he looks.

Not only them, in fact, most of the Black Mountain bandits entered the Black Mountain Village in this way, and their childhood life was only worse, not the worst.

If they were placed in Yan Ji's previous life's competition, they would definitely all be among the best.

It's a pity that this world doesn't become stronger because of a miserable life experience. If you immerse yourself in the miserable past and accept the sympathy and charity from the strong with peace of mind, it will only become more miserable.

Sympathy, pity these rubbish emotions are not needed for them.

Blood, killing, and plundering are their main themes.

(End of this chapter)