I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Cough..." Bai Taki shook off the inexplicable thoughts in his head, and said solemnly: "Are you really planning to go directly to the capital?"

"That's right." Tie Sheng said indifferently, "Go to Si Tianjian."

"You can't handle them."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"What if you die if you try?"

Tie Sheng turned his gaze sideways: "Am I such an easy person to be killed? Don't underestimate me, gods and demons don't ask."

Shirataki tapped on the armrest: "Why are you so obsessed with being number one on the personal list?"

"I don't even remember who is number one on the list, where is the attachment?" Tie Sheng asked indifferently.

"That's true."

The blockade of secrets must have an impact. Tie Sheng probably really forgot something. He wanted to go to the capital following his instinct. Maybe it was impulsive, or maybe he was worried that he would forget something completely.

"By the way, how long have you been in this situation?" Shirataki tapped his head.

"Three days ago."

...when I entered the Devilstown Prison?

... Is it a coincidence?

Bai Taki was silent, he nodded: "Understood, since you want to leave, I won't send you off with gongs and drums, and don't even think about giving parting poems or anything, we haven't reached this stage of friendship yet. "

Tie Sheng agreed: "Not bad."

Shirataki said again: "But it's okay to blow the suona to send you away, think about it? I'll play "囍"."

Tie Sheng sneered: "Fuck you."

"Hahahaha." Bai Taki patted his knee and laughed, and then he got up and walked out of the gazebo: "Tie Sheng, if you die in the capital, I will burn some paper for you, but I will not avenge you."

Tie Sheng dismissed it with disdain: "I can only blame myself for being incompetent when I die. If you want to avenge me, it's better to walk faster on the road to Huangquan... But gods and demons don't ask, if you die in the hands of Lie Yin or Lie Sheng, I will die I can take revenge for you by the way.”

"Oh? There is such a thing? Then I will walk slowly on Huangquan Road. When you are together, we can go to the underworld to have a drink together." Bai Taki's expression was quite sincere.

"Then kill Hades together."

"It was actually predicted by you."

"Because you are not obedient, and you are not afraid of death. This is exactly the same as me." Tie Sheng turned his head: "So I will investigate clearly about the blockade of heavenly secrets, even if I don't know why I want to investigate him..."

He moved his wrist and said calmly: "Don't ask the gods and demons, if you are really lucky enough to survive to the capital, remember to come and see me."

"why me?"

"Because the secret is blocked, it is invalid for you."

Tie Sheng rolled up his sleeves, walked into the night, and his back disappeared at the end of the street.

Shirataki stood in front of the gazebo, groaning silently.

Another secret blockade, I always feel that once Si Tianjian is involved, the situation will be complicated, the more complicated and confusing, the more it will be a grass snake gray line.

I'm afraid that many things can only be fully revealed by going to the capital.

……

Here in the Shura field, you might as well let it go for a while, and look tens of miles away.

There are four famous cities in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but the four famous cities do not belong to the capital of any place, just like Jiangsu Province, which is blooming everywhere. Although Nanjing is the capital of the province, it does not have enough cards in various senses.

Fifty miles to the north of Fengwu City, there is a city named Orange, Orange City, which got its name because it was rich in oranges in the past.

There is a willow alley in Orange City, and there are three families living in the alley, one is a butcher, one is a teacher, and the other is a blacksmith.

In the blacksmith's shop, there was a young man sitting by the stove and warming the fire. His hair was loose, and he looked like a hermit. He looked at the raindrops falling from the eaves, and he stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater. , The rain was connected in a line, like a series of small ornaments that transmit kinetic energy, and the drop of water also fell on the red brick wall, leaving a drop of water stains.

He moved his right wrist, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, a blacksmith with his upper body bare came out from the stove of the blacksmith shop and soaked the hot iron felt into cold water.

"Your knife will take two days to sharpen."

"It's been a while."

"It's because you don't care too much about using it. It takes ten years to sharpen a sword. Even if the knife is single-edged, it takes five or eight years to sharpen it." The blacksmith is a burly man, but his mouth is more chatty, and he is a chatterbox: " In other words, your knife is so broken, why do you still use it? It’s better to return it to the furnace. The blade is curled. If you continue to grind it like this, it will be about the same width as a sword. You can simply change it into an ancient Bafang sword. .”

"My knife is my way. I can't change it. The more I use the knife, the thinner it becomes, and the wider the way goes." The young man said.

"I'm a blacksmith, so I don't understand your principles." The blacksmith sighed and said, "My grandpa gave your grandfather a knife. He used it for half his life and became one of the top ten famous knives in the world. I gave you this knife." I'm really worried that you won't be able to use it until the day you become famous, it will break. This is not the black iron knife. Don't you think about changing it?"

"Your own work, you don't have confidence in yourself?"

"Who doesn't think the work ten years ago is black history?" The blacksmith raised his big fan-like hand to cover his face, and waved it like Obasan: "Don't say that, I will be shy."

The young man turned his head and continued to look at the rain.

At this time, a figure came from the other end of the alleyway, dressed in a narrow white skirt, the corners of the clothes were tightly tied, especially the tightly wrapped waist. Under the round hat is white gauze, covering most of the facial features and face, revealing the infinitely imaginative lower half of the face.

The butchers in the alley forgot to cut the meat, and their eyes lit up.

This guy is not called Zhen Guanxi, but in fact he is similar. He is a local snake in Orange City. Although he is just a butcher, he is also capable. He has monopolized the meat business of many nearby restaurants, and he secretly takes some filial piety from time to time. He Kekou, the butcher's meat stall is a superficial business, and there are people who a potbellied butcher dare not mess with, such as the government in Orange City, there are also a few guest officials from a large family, such as the blacksmith who blacksmithed, many heroes of the rivers and lakes is his guest.

But today, after drinking yellow soup for a few nights at noon, I felt a sense of dryness and heat in my body, coupled with the disturbing light rain, now I saw this woman in white again, and suddenly some unreasonable and terrible thoughts came to my mind.

The pants moved, Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, the butcher winked at a few local hooligans sitting at the entrance of the alley, and these local sticks immediately understood the meaning, this is their old profession, and immediately got up , put on the woman in the white skirt and veiled hat, one of the rascals pretended to be staggering, deliberately bumped into the woman's shoulder, stretched out his hand, intending to flirt, and tried to touch it.

"Is this girl here looking for someone?"

"I'm familiar with this place, can I show you the way?"

"Girl, do you think I look like the person you're looking for?"

The woman didn't seem to notice the approach of these hooligans, and continued to walk into the alley without hearing anything.

This ignorance only fueled the arrogance of these people. The butcher knew that the opportunity was coming, so he slammed on the cutting board in fear, roared, and pretended to be a hero who saw an injustice on the road to save the beauty. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the A few local hooligans were swearing and talking nonsense: "Little bastards, you dare to tease my wife, you are courting death!"

The greasy middle-aged man with a big belly also cast a look, meaning that he hoped that the woman in white would cooperate and get rid of trouble.

But this is a trap. As long as she nods cooperatively, she will be taken back by the butcher. If she is really an ordinary girl from a good family, you don't need to guess what will happen afterwards. After all, there was no sky eye system in ancient times.

Even a heroine might not end well, this butcher's aura is solid, obviously a genius, obviously not a simple local snake.

Unfortunately, he was out of luck.

He said things he shouldn't have said, and offended people he shouldn't have.

The woman in white reacted when she heard the word 'daughter-in-law'. In an instant, her true energy burst out violently. At that moment, an invisible phantom formed under her feet, and the shadow turned into a three-headed and six-armed golem with teeth and claws.

The rain within a radius of dozens of steps suddenly stagnated.

By the time the butcher shop owner realized something was wrong, the pain had already hit him. One foot sank into his fat belly, his waist bent like a boiled shrimp, and the violent force directly rushed into his limbs and bones. In an instant, he heard the sound of his dantian shattering, and a mouthful of reverse blood flowed down his throat, staining the blue brick alleyway red.

The butcher smashed into the wall, and should have flew tens of meters away, but he didn't have to go too far. The moment he was kicked off the ground, the woman had already taken three steps sideways and grabbed his arm. The collar slammed his head against the butcher's stall, the wooden stall was smashed to pieces, and even the blue bricks on the ground were cracked by kisses.

The effect of force is reciprocal. He kisses the mother earth with pain, but the mother earth will not reciprocate with a song, but only say "iron head baby".

The butcher's mouth was full of broken teeth and the bridge of his nose was distorted, making him extremely miserable.

"Just because you... are also worthy of being my husband?"

The wind blew up the white sand of the veiled hat, revealing Nan Xinmo's bloodthirsty sneer expression. The Rakshasa Army commanded the general who had killed countless people. My subordinates, but I couldn't stand this man driving five-speed shoes to deliver them, and his stepping on thunder in one sentence was too precise.

The butcher shop owner couldn't speak anymore and passed out.

The other gangsters were so frightened that they ran out of the alley in a stumbling manner.

At this time, in the blacksmith shop, the young man watching the rain also got up, took out a hair tie from his pocket, and tied up his loose hair.

"Is someone here?" The blacksmith looked left and right: "Assassin? Assassin?"

"Nanxinmo." The young man said flatly.

"Princess Nishang!" The blacksmith showed a surprised expression, which is a good thing: "This is a big customer! Tell me quickly, I will pay for this business, and I will do it for free!"

"Don't think too much, she doesn't like your craftsmanship." The young man shook his head.

"why?"

"Zhenwei Famous Spear, Gentian Tiger Soul, the quality is not inferior to Zhenxue Dao... She has no shortage of weapons, and the Raksha Army also has no shortage of weapons. If you can't get such a big order, you will exhaust yourself if you win it. "

The blacksmith's expression turned numb: "What you said makes sense, but I still want to forge iron and weapons for the masters of the rivers and lakes. What is this? Yes, brand effect. In the past, a little brother came here and chatted with me all afternoon. Having said that, give more weapons to the masters and let them do some free publicity, then there will naturally be more customers, and she can occasionally change her taste."

The young man said with a strange expression: "Would you change the token of love?"

"Ah this..."

"Nan Xinmo never used a gun in the past. She is good at using Xuanhua to chop the steel axe. It is powerful and heavy. I don't know how many deadly enemies on the battlefield were split into two pieces by her axe. The reason why she changed to a long gun is because Mo Wen gave it to her. A famous gun was sent to her, and she then changed to a weapon of her own, and since then, with a long gun in hand, thousands of troops have changed, and it has become more and more frightening."

"Axe?" The blacksmith choked, and he imagined the scene a little bit, for example, Cheng Yaojin's three-axe ax or something...

"You think you can do it?"

"I don't think I can do it." The blacksmith gave up: "The ax is no better than the sword. This advertisement is like a farm tool. Later, someone came to me to make a nine-tooth rake. Can I take this business?"

"That's it, anyway, he came to look for me anyway." The young man got up on his knees, and subconsciously touched his waist: "By the way, my knife..."

"Your knife will last at least two days, so it must not be damaged at this time." The blacksmith ran into the room, and quickly came out with another knife in his hand: "Use this one!"

"This is?"

"The black iron knife has no name yet. You have been refusing to change the semi-finished product I made, so I can only do it based on my feeling!" The blacksmith scratched his head: "Try it, maybe you will like this knife ?”

"Xuantie." The young man took out his weapon and nodded slightly: "Okay... I'll try it, if it's worn out, don't ask me to accompany you."

"It's free, remember to advertise if it's easy to use." The blacksmith laughed, and then noticed the woman in white almost approaching here, he lowered his voice and said: "Also, try not to make it too shocking, just stay a little longer hand."

Lie Yin hung the knife on his waist: "Do you think I'm a demon? Don't ask? She won't show mercy to me..."

Walking into the rain alley, the drizzle was cut off from the outside, and the two stood in the rain, their vigorous energy kept them from dripping water except for the soles of their shoes.

Lie Yin is wearing a green shirt, with his hair tied up, looking chic and freehand.

Nan Xinmo took off his veiled cap and dressed up in a Jianghu dress, frightening is better than noble.

"Yes, Your Highness the Princess." Lie Yin cupped his fists.

"I didn't come to greet you."

"But you can't lose the basic etiquette." Lie Yin said, "Even if you're here to trouble me."

He moved his right wrist subconsciously.