Old man Bei is in the prime of life, in fact, he is not an old man, but the little scoundrel Wuming can't tell the old and the young, so everyone who is older than him shouts old man.

Although Old Man Bei is not old, he is actually not small. Because he has lived for many years, he must have it for two hundred years, but he has a small-sounding name, which is called Beibei.

Bei Bei is an old resident of Rosewood Town, a pair of old slippers made of rattan show ten black and long old nails, very short shorts are very loose, and the old tank top full of wrinkles exposes the old flesh on the road.

was called an old man by an eight-year-old child, and also threatened to shake out his daughter-in-law's stealing, Bei Bei was not angry, just bared his teeth and smiled at Xiao Wuming stupidly, "You can let me go." Whether the emperor recognizes it or not, I don't count if I say it myself. ”

Wuming was still sitting on the ground, his little hands clasped on his feet, and he looked like a child and said to an adult, "Let your mother's fart! Who doesn't know that you are the mayor of Rosewood Town, you don't count, could it be that I have the final say?"

"Let's not talk about that. Let's not care about other people, just say yourself, do you recognize it yourself?"

Bei Bei's face was embarrassed, his eyes didn't know where to look, he simply lowered his head, like a sulking or wronged child, staring at the ground silently, his face flushed.

He didn't really know where to look

Looking at this group of grass people, who can give them good advice? He Beibei is the earliest resident of Rosewood Town, and he came to manage people and money in this area. In other words, he brought everyone out, and they all counted on him.

Looking at the little girl with a fluttering dress and unbelievable beauty, Bei Bei always felt that this child could see through all his thoughts.

Looking at the future grass emperor, Bei Bei was a little afraid to do so. Bei Bei always thinks that this child's eyes are too beautiful and determined, and he will kill.

Beibei, who has lived for hundreds of years, frowned unconsciously.

He really felt wronged. If you don't agree, maybe one day you will be chopped up by a group of masters and apprentices on Guilin Mountain. If you are more ruthless, one day you will be angry and ruined, shouting that Guilin can sacrifice slaves, then with your own ability, you will definitely be sacrificed.

Even if, as before, he committed shit luck and was not sacrificed, then he would have to live a hard life of outlaw and precariousness.

But if you agree, let's not talk about any calculations in it, in the future, it will be designated as an enemy of the three major forces, and there will be a fight between the two ends in the past three days, how can there be a comfortable day like this now when you are full and don't want to do anything?

But if you want to say righteously, Rosewood Town is not in charge of this matter, and Bei Bei really doesn't have the shame.

In case the shameless Miao widow jumped out and pointed at her nose and scolded: This matter is not in your hands, it is not in your hands, you have been working hard on your belly in vain in the past few years? Then the game is over. When I went back, I was beaten by my daughter-in-law, and I had to lose face.

The gun shoots the first bird, and Mu Xiu will destroy it in the forest wind, which is really not rough.

Bei Bei finally raised his head and looked at Li Yuan pitifully.

Li Shou is the future prime minister, and most importantly, his confidant. Both of them are the same, and they both have a wife at home.

It's just that Li shouted but ignored him, and instead shouted at Mo Xiaohe, "Emperor Lao'er." If Guilin wants to become a country, do you want to take the first knife from Rosewood Town?"

But the emperor's old son, Mo Xiaohe, had already disappeared with Yanran's heavenly steps.

Leaving a group of grass people, each staring at each other.

Is the slogan of becoming a country just empty shouting and joking?

Li Shou, who has practiced meditation for ten years and does not laugh, laughed at this time.

Smiled comfortably.

Laughing like a man who has been in prison for ten years has finally regained his freedom.

smiled like an old Buddha who had been practicing penance for ten years, and finally cultivated into the golden body of Zhangliu.

smiled like Li Shou, who had been lonely for ten years, and finally found a confidant.

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"I didn't call Lee because it wasn't necessary. ”

"He's just a small lord and can't affect the overall situation, so there's no need. ”

"People who can't be recruited, no matter how much money and sincerity are given, can't be recruited, so there's no need. ”

"There is one of the simplest and most effortless ways to shatter the idea of Guilin becoming a country in an instant, so there is no need. ”

Geng Huairou spoke into the air, her voice was loud, but it was still a bit like muttering.

But she wasn't muttering. She was talking to her father Geng Yuhuai, but she didn't look at her father squarely.

Geng Yuhuai sat on Geng Huairou's side, as the overlord of Geng Huaiguo, one of the three major forces, Geng Yuhuai did not have the luxury that a nobleman should have.

His face was an unhealthy swarthy like the sun all year round, and like a farmer who ploughed the land all day, he was slightly hunchbacked, and his hands and feet were covered with heavy calluses and dull yellow wrinkles.

Geng Yuhuai looks very simple and wooden, in other words, very earthy, very much like an old father who does dirty work all year round just to raise children.

The old father Geng Yuhuai didn't care about Geng Huairou's disrespect for him at all, he smiled kindly at Geng Huairou, revealing a mouthful of yellowed old teeth that seemed to be unwashed all year round and often smoked, "What good way did the girl think of?"

Geng Yuhuai deliberately covered her teeth with her upper lip very unnaturally, because she noticed her daughter's slightly frowning brow.

Geng Huairou's eyes moved slightly to the right, and then quickly turned back, she couldn't see whether she didn't really want to look at her father, or didn't dare to look at her father, in short, she didn't look at it, "United Ambiguous Island, each sent ten Shenyin masters, sent to ten towns in Guilin, to sacrifice slaves." Whoever can sacrifice a slave will receive a Holy Soul Stone. ”

Geng Huairou was just an eighteen-year-old girl, but her voice was loud, "Guilin Mountain has just been established, and there are no lords to protect the civilians. There are only a few masters and apprentices in Guilin Mountain who can fight, and they are absolutely tired of coping. ”

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"Why don't you speak, what are you thinking?" After the two sides were silent for a while, Geng Huairou spoke again.

She used your word, and she said the word. It was as if she wasn't talking to her own father, as if she was just talking to a subordinate, or maybe she was just talking to someone she hated.

Geng Yuhuai trembled all over, and eased up in this somewhat hurried girlish voice.

In fact, he lost his mind just now, and he didn't think carefully about Geng Huairou's words, but he still habitually appreciated it, "This method, my father really didn't expect it, and the girl is really not simple." ”

Geng Yuhuai turned his head and wanted to smile at his daughter and win the favor of his daughter, but Geng Huairou had long since disappeared.

With a stagnant smile, Geng Yuhuai carefully swept and swept with his soul power, and repeatedly made sure that Geng Huairou had left, before he let out a long sigh.

Over the years, the father and daughter have formed a tacit understanding, as long as Geng Yuhuai appreciates Geng Huairou's decision, then Geng Yuhuai agrees to this decision and will implement it immediately.

It's just that every time, no matter what Geng Huairou decides, Geng Yuhuai will appreciate it.

Therefore, every time Geng Huairou said his decision, he would never wait for Geng Yuhuai's appreciation, but leave immediately.

I don't know what I thought, Geng Yuhuai turned his head suddenly, glared at a place with scaring child-like eyes, and scolded loudly, "Turtle son!"

"What are you hiding here, do you want to die!"

"Fuck your turtle son!

Geng Yuhuai's youngest son, Geng Yu, snorted, threw up his sleeves and rushed out of the door.