half evil

Chapter 68

The world is initially settled, and the country is unstable.

Fireworks rise to the sky, and soldiers appear frequently.

This is what can often be seen in the old city of Chang'an and the new capital of Daxing today.

People who live here have long been used to it.

Mo Shili, as a temporary worker in the army, was even more involved.

Signal flares are really convenient.

only……

Is the position of this flare a little too close?
Wu Laoqi, the eldest father, is quite competent. Following the sacrifice of the former soldier who secretly guarded the soldiers, more appropriate security measures were re-arranged around him.

Under normal circumstances, there would be no danger in Daxing City.

unless!

The ones who sent out the signal flares were those dark pawns!
Coupled with the rumors of 'walking Jiao' in the morning!
"This is a plan that fails and another plan is born!"

"I'm afraid I won't die!"

There was a coldness in Mo Shili's eyes.

The scene in front of him was completely a conspiracy against him, because there is a rule for military pawns, the fireworks go up to the sky, and the pawns you see must arrive in the shortest time, otherwise they will be executed according to the law!

Mo Shili is sure that if he shrinks back now and doesn't go out, he will be taken down and sent to jail.

If go out?
That is of course a killing game!

However, this is also an opportunity!
When the fireworks rise to the sky, the nearby military pawns will arrive at the first time, that is to say, if he survives the first wave, the opponent will fall into a deadlock.

Therefore, for the sake of safety, the other party will definitely send a real master.

And such a master naturally knows more!
Or……

If such a master dies, the other party will definitely feel distressed!
Mo Shili's cold eyes showed more sternness.

After checking his whole body equipment, especially Lime and [Happy Gourd], he put on his mask and went straight to the position where the fireworks were lifted into the air.

……

Private house, square table.

There was a table of steaming dishes on the table.

Fried, fried, and soup.

Two people at the table.

One person, wearing a white Confucian uniform all his life, did not wear a headscarf, his hair was disheveled, and his hair covered most of his face, his eyes were narrow and sharp, and there was an evil spirit in every move.

A person with thick eyebrows, a big mouth, a broad forehead, a broad chest and a straight waist. Even sitting there, he exudes a palpitating aura, as if he has encountered a predator.

At this moment, the big man sitting there is eating meat and drinking soup.

But the scholar sitting opposite didn't understand chopsticks at all. Instead, he frowned and his face was tense, so that his supposedly evil demeanor became awkward.

He thinks he is not a good person.

But compared with the cook opposite, he thinks he is a saint.

Don't say that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and things hurt its kind.

There is a saying that the poison of a tiger does not eat its children.

But what about the cook in front of him?
XXX after XXX of wife and son!

Moreover, I ate it!

What made him most uncomfortable was that the cook seemed to regard him as a friend and invited him to join him.

Of course, he refused.

But out of curiosity, I took a look.

Then, quit meat for three months.

Just like at this moment, he doesn't want to eat meat any more in a short time.

"Next time, calculate your time and ask me out after eating."

'Laughing happily' Bai Buwen sighed.

"I invite you to dinner, is it wrong?"

'Human cook' Shi soon asked back.

"Yes, but I don't like to eat."

Bai Buwen re-declared.

"Heh, I heard that you recently fell into the hands of a new soldier, and you were disgraced?"

Shi soon laughed.

Bai Buwen's face darkened.

"I'll make him pay the price sooner or later!"

The cold voice spewed out from Bai Buwen's mouth, like a poisonous snake spewing out a letter, it made one's scalp tingle just listening to it.

"No."

Shi soon shook his head.

"Ok?"

Bai Buwen looked at Shi Shun in surprise.

"I like him!"

"He's like me!"

"Sooner or later he will join our camp!"

Shi soon said seriously.

"He eats too?"

Bai Buwen was a little surprised.

That young soldier looked quite young that night, except for being cunning, he had nothing to offer, and unexpectedly he was also a man-eating master.

"Don't eat!"

"He didn't eat!"

"So, I like him!"

The human cook took up the soup with a smile, and sipped it mouthfully. Bai Buwen couldn't stand it anymore and turned around, looking out of the window. A man in black in a cloak was taking his hand from the neck of a soldier. move away.

The soldier's neck was twisted and he was silent.

The man in black in the cloak was taking out the signal flare from the opponent's arms.

"So, that's why you invited me here?"

"You want to observe that kid?"

Bai did not ask.

"Ah."

The human cook nodded.

"I don't think he dares to come. This kind of trap is too obvious and too ostentatious. Even a fool knows there is a problem! If a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, with that guy's intelligence, he will definitely not come!"

Bai Buwen shook his head.

"Make a bet?"

"I bet he'll come."

The human cook put down the soup bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up a piece of ingredients that looked like sauced meat.

"What are you gambling?"

Bai didn't ask any questions.

"You lost, drink this bowl of soup."

"I lost, I will be a vegetarian for a month."

The human cook laughed.

Looking at the soup in front of him, Bai Buwen hesitated.

It's not that he doesn't want to gamble, but if he loses, he can't bear the consequences.

So, he shook his head.

"another!"

"can."

The human cook immediately agreed, and then said——

"If you lose, you tell me the 'that' you know."

"If I lose, I'll tell you the 'that' I know."

Hearing this, Bai Buwen wasn't angry at all.

Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"I knew it, you definitely didn't ask me out just because of that kid!"

"Okay, I bet with you!"

"However, I want to raise!"

Bai Buwen smiled even wider, and the evil in his eyes began to flicker.

"Ok?"

The chef was surprised.

As far as he knew, there shouldn't be something equivalent to 'that' in Bai Buwen.

"I know two pieces of news about 'that'. I take this as a bet. If you win, I will tell you. If you lose... quit fragrant meat from now on, and you must be a vegetarian for the rest of your life!"

Bai Buwen danced happily while talking.

That appearance, no matter how you look at it, looks like a mental illness.

Especially after seeing the hesitant expression on the cook's face, Bai Buwen was even happier.

"Don't you have confidence in him?"

"Why don't you dare now?"

Bai Buwen spoke freely, and it was rare for him to take the initiative, so he had to say a few more words, otherwise how could he be happy?

After hesitating for a moment, the human chef suddenly smiled.

"Bet!"

As soon as the word was uttered, a burst of fireworks rose outside the window.

Under the crimson, the faces of the two became dark and unpredictable at this moment.

Somewhat true.

Some fake.

True and false, can not tell.

But at the moment when the scarlet light was on, some people sighed incomparably real.

Huang Qi, Huang Xiucai.

To be precise, a failed scholar who makes a living by storytelling.

Storytellers are common, but scholarly storytellers are uncommon.

Huang Qi also had no choice.

After repeated attempts, he had already emptied his home. In order to survive, he first copied documents for others, but was expelled by his employer because of his ugly handwriting, and then painted for others. Yuan taught piano, played badly, was expelled by his master, and then went to teach others how to play chess, and was expelled by his master.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting will not work.

In desperation, he had to go to storytelling.

But on the second day of storytelling, I was forced to say 'Zaojiao'.

He didn't want to!

But facing the knife, he compromised!

"I don't know how that person is?"

"I'm very sorry, Xiaosheng doesn't want to."

"I can't do it either!"

Huang Qi sighed, his eyes full of guilt.

He just wants to live, and he wants others to live.

and so--

When copying the book, facing the old Tongsheng who was about to be dismissed because of his arrival, he wrote with his left hand.

When painting, facing the concubine who was about to be sent to the draft, he deliberately painted ugly and splashed ink.

When playing the piano, facing the couple who knew each other because of the piano and were in love with each other, he was invited and couldn't bear to break up, so he played randomly.

When playing chess, facing the stinky chess basket that has been lost in chess for a lifetime, he gave in again and again.

Thinking from the bottom of his heart, Huang Qi felt his eyes light up.

Subconsciously looking up, he saw the fireworks.

When he lowered his head, a person wearing a cloak appeared in the field of vision, and there was another person lying at his feet.

Without thinking, Huang Qi turned and ran.

Not because he confirmed that the lying person was killed.

Rather, he recognized the cloak.

Last night, those who persecuted him also wore a similar cloak.

But how fast can a talent like Huang Qi run?
As soon as he turned around and took a step, the man in the cloak appeared in front of him, and he raised his hand to grab him.

"It's over!"

"My life is over!"

"Sure enough, you can't do bad things, this is retribution!"

As soon as Huang Qi closed his eyes, he waited here to die.

But the next moment, I felt someone grabbing the collar of the back of my neck.

Then, a force brought him backwards, and he just fell to the ground.

The pain made Huang Qi open his eyes, and then he saw a straight back.

"Thank you benefactor for saving me. I don't know your name. Can you be honest and honest? I can't repay you. I must remember it in my heart. I chant scriptures day and night to pray for my benefactor..."

"Go quickly!"

Mo Shili urged.

Isn't his attire obvious?
If he could show his face and say his name, he would have said it a long time ago, so why?

Or is his face too big and the face towel small, making the other party mistakenly think that the face towel is an alternative decoration?

What a nerd!
Mo Shili was slandering from the bottom of his heart, but he no longer paid attention to Huang Qi, but looked at the man in the cloak opposite.

"Jie Jie, it's really here!"

"Great!"

"Give it to me... my mother!"

The man in the cloak laughed strangely and was about to take down Mo Shili, but the next moment, the other party called his mother directly, and retreated sharply like avoiding a snake.

because--

A scarlet gourd appeared in Mo Shili's hand.

　PS Fat Dragon seeks to follow up~ Push the book by the way~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)