Stupid and cute little demon: the emperor has no way to chase

Chapter 75
In the mortal world, the imperial capital, Yecheng.

In March of Yangchun, the oriole sings, the catkins fly, and the peach blossoms bloom in full bloom, floating lightly on the ancient paths and trails, and occasionally falling on the temples of women in front of the flowers and under the moonlight.

The weather is getting warmer, and the flower market at night is gradually becoming lively. Small boats are rippling on the blue wave river. The prodigal sons compose an absurd song together in this scene.

It is a good time in the world to be happy in life.

The man was dressed in coarse linen and held a jug in his hand. He staggered and walked out of the fireworks and willow alley.

The colorful lanterns were hung high, and the flowers were gorgeous and colorful. The pink arm veil of the woman upstairs in the Goulan passed by quietly. precipitation.

There were frivolous and scattered chuckles all around, including himself.

Drunken life, dreams of death, drunkenness and gold fandom, Fang lives up to his youthful demeanor.

He raised his head and took a sip of the wine, only two drops came out, feeling quite bored, he raised his hand, and there was the ear-piercing sound of porcelain shattering on the ancient path.

The banner of the "Sifang Gambling House" at the corner was raised high, and he walked in with a smile on his lips.

The most popular place in the world is the gambling hall, which is noisy and looks happy.

He gathered around a gambling table where the crowd gathered the most, squeezed in slowly, poured out the few pieces of silver in his purse, slapped the gaming table vigorously, and yelled against the flow of people, " 666! Buy big, big!"

After buying, the dealer draws the card, and six red dots appear on the dice.

The man happily held the money on the poker table in his arms, and half an hour later, feeling the bulging purse at his waist, he left the casino triumphantly.

The boss hadn't signaled to the thugs at the gaming table, but the man had already realized it, and his fluffy steps suddenly became vigorous, like a jumping nightingale, and ran away far away.

Five or six big men behind him were chasing after him in the dark alley with their guys in their hands.

The man's footsteps were fast, and after a quarter of an hour, the big man behind him was already out of breath.

Looking at the people with funny expressions, he raised his bright eyes and chuckled.

A gust of night wind blows, late spring, a bit cold, catkins are falling down, covering the blue bricks and slabs, like a thin layer of snowflakes.

In this way, I will suddenly think of that cold snowy night.

The man stopped suddenly, stared at his feet, and stopped running.

He stretched out his cold fingers and drew a shallow arc on the catkins.

Seeing this, the thugs behind immediately caught up, kicked her over, and fell to the ground.

He just smiled silly, neither dodging nor dodging, allowing others to punch and kick.

In the corner of the dark alley, there was a sound of beating with sticks.

Afterwards, looking at the people covered in blood on the ground, the big man in the head cursed a few times, grabbed his purse from his waist, and left with a group of people in a hurry.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the catkins. His limbs were tightly coiled and curled up in a ball. When the night wind blew, he was completely covered. On the vast path, only a thin human figure appeared faintly. .

He was lying on the ground, thinking that his life was cheap, and his body was even cheaper. There was no need to take care of these injuries, and they would heal in just three or two days.

This is a happy event. When the time comes, I will bring two pots of good wine to drink from the wine shop in the west of the city.

(End of this chapter)