The man who struck the iron was a middle-aged man, his body was roasted red by the fire, and the man wiped the sweat on his face with a towel and smiled: "Okay, but you have to pay a deposit in advance!"

The lark said coldly: "No money!"

"Why are you here with no money, go and don't disturb my business!" the man waved his hand impatiently, and then began to hammer the iron. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The lark's brows furrowed: "The money is not with me now, I will come to get it in two days, and I will pay you double the price if you do a little bit." ”

Business comes, no matter when the benefits of money are always greater than everything, double the price of some earned, the boss thinks that the lark is the young master of a big family, not only because of the lark's sentence "double the price" but also because of the lark's unique temperament, which is the first temperament that cannot be replicated, but now there is no money, and the price can be doubled afterwards, where does he know that the lark is really no money: "Well, two days is a bit short in terms of time, but as long as you can afford it, I can use the best materials for you!" As he spoke, he handed over a brush and a piece of paper: "Please draw the style of your crutches!"

The lark took the brush and began to write and draw on the paper, even the boss was stunned, this is really never seen anyone who can write such a good word! The boss trusts his judgment even more, the child in front of him must be the young master of a big family.

The lark drew the crutches that had accompanied him for most of his life, handed them to the boss and left without a sound.

On one side of the street was a picture with the word bounty written on it, and the lark wrote down the portrait with a slight sweep of his eyes: "The hunt game begins." ”

The lark is still casually walking down the street, he has imprinted the entire seventy-eight districts in his mind like a map, and all he has to do is find the mouse hidden in the map and bite him, even the members of the Discipline Committee such as Koiji and Rukia have begun to join the game.

It's like a game of cat and mouse, of course, this group of little guys is not a mouse, because everyone is a stray here, so they are extremely familiar with the environment here, of course, with their current appearance, not to mention wanted criminals, even an ordinary young man can simply clean up a few of them, so let's leave it to the lark.

On the first day, nothing was found, and even if a few stray children ran to the other side of the bank and retreated, they didn't find any clues, and the lark was a very principled person, eating stolen things was enough for him once, this was not just a matter of filling in the stomach but also about his own glory, looking at the listless appearance of the hungry stomach, the lark: "Stay for me honestly until I come back!" After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the seventy-eighth block without looking back.

The lark didn't appear in front of the lover again for a whole night, as if he had suddenly disappeared, silently, without a trace, making people not feel a little doubtful that he had ever appeared.

The next day, there was no news about the specks of the larks, and Rukia, as the "eldest sister" of the entire Wanderer Army, had long lost her tomboy-like momentum: "Koiji, do you have anything to eat?"

Lianji shook his head: "Not at all, and I don't know where the chairman has gone, it's really worrying!"

"Koiji!" Rukia's eyes blurred.

"Well, what's the matter?" Rukia!" Koiji asked, sensing Rukia's condition.

"Hungry!" said the word, Rucia fell unconscious, facing forward.

"Rukia, Rukia!" "Koiji grabbed Rukia's shoulder, what should I do!What should I do? Koiji slowly let go of Rukia and made a decision, as if Koiji had made a decision for Rukia again after many years.

Soon, Koiji came back with a hot meat bun in his hand and shook it under Rukia's nose, and the fragrance of the bun came out and woke up Rukia's subconscious, and she opened her mouth and bit down hard.

Seeing that the sky was slowly getting dark, there was no news of the lark for a whole day and a night, and Koiji was like an ant on a hot pot. At this moment, at dusk, a weak man dragged something slowly and slowly walked over little by little, it was a lark!

Asai Koji, Rukia Kuchigi couldn't help but panic for a while, as if she was a child who had done something wrong, and didn't dare to look at the figure in the setting sun.

The lark state is very slow, like an old man who is too old, and slowly the lark's figure is getting clearer and clearer, still a cold look without any change, and slowly the lark has come to the front of the love times.

glanced at Koiji, then at Rukia, frowned and put down what he was holding, the lark first knocked Koiji to the ground with a punch, and then kicked him away with a kick: "No one here has broken my rules!" As in the past, no matter who it was, even if the people around the lark made a mistake, he would beat him severely, so the troops led by the lark were not only the strongest, but also the most disciplined.

Rukia hurriedly ran to Koiji's side and helped him up, "What are you going to do, Lark, Koiji is your companion?"

"Companion!" reminded the Skylark of the tenth generation leader of Pengle, "Sawada Tsunayoshi" looked at Koiji, looked at Rukia The Skylark shook his head: "If it were him, he would definitely do it!" After speaking, he fell directly to the ground.

Rukia hurriedly ran over and turned the lark's body over, only to find that the clothes on the lark's chest had long been soaked with blood, and the first thing she saw when she opened the clothes was a bloody scratch.

"Oh! there's something to eat now!" said a few stray children, jumping up for joy, and Rukia took a closer look at the prey that the lark had brought back, "a huge bear, a wolf, and six or seven hares." ”

Rukia stared at the lark with wide eyes, "How powerful is this guy!" Only then did she realize that the lark did not exert all her strength against herself and this group of stragglers.

When the lark woke up again, it was already dawn, and the wound on his chest had been bandaged, although he could still feel a pain in his chest, but this was not a reason to affect his movements.

"Chairman, you're awake. "Koiji walked over.

The lark turned his head to look at the red-haired lover, and said coldly: "Remember to pay off the money next time!" This is the lark's personality, and he never likes to owe favors to others, otherwise he will be awkward.

Koiji scratched his hair and smiled awkwardly, "Your prey is enough in exchange for medical expenses!"

The lark frowned, and directly kicked Koiji out: "Asani Koiji, you are destined to be a herbivore!" After speaking, he stepped on the straw under him and walked out of this house that had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time.

Leaving only a question mark on his head, Asai Koiji leaned against the corner: "Why does the lark like to hit people so much!"

Just as the lark had just walked away, Rukia roared and walked into the house, and saw Koiji squatting in the corner and smiled, "Koiji, what's wrong with you?"

Koiji told Rukia from beginning to end, and then a huge sugar-fried chestnut was ushered in on his forehead: "It hurts! Rukia want to kill me?"

"Stupid you! The lark didn't mean that, but ······" Rukia is like a teacher explaining his questions to Koiji.

"Oh! I see!" Koiji's suddenly realized expression caused him to receive another fist on the head, and Rukia said with hatred that iron is not steel, "So seeing you so stupid makes me angry!"

"Hey, Rukia, you can't do it lightly, you're about to be killed if you don't get killed by the lark!" said Koiji, holding his head.

"What? do you want to do it again?" Lucia raised her fist.

"Hmph!" "Lianji was really honest this time, and stood up and walked out.

The morning air is still so fresh, at least much better than the air in the city, this is an indisputable fact, the lark slowly walked step by step towards the center of the seventy-eighth district, the middle-aged blacksmith wheeled the hammer to a windmill and hit the iron block hard, sweat dripping down from his forehead "Boom" disappeared without a trace on the red iron.

The lark didn't take another look, because he knew that no matter how he looked at it, the crutch could not be formed all at once, turned around and slowly began the new day's inspection, just when he passed by the bun shop, he saw a red-haired teenager sneaking money on the counter and slipping away, the corner of the lark's mouth was imperceptibly slightly upturned, and then immediately returned to the cold appearance of taking clothes.

Seven or eight years later, the name of the Discipline Committee has been completely launched in the entire 78th District, the Skylark has become the uncrowned king of the entire 78th District, the Discipline Committee not only has its own territory, but also has been recognized by the local residents Since the arrival of the Skylark, there have been few vicious incidents in this area, and the troublemakers are always beaten severely at the first time, but today is an exception.

The lark occupied the reception room as in the past, drinking tea and enjoying this leisure, not to mention the nearby troublemakers, even the large beasts in the vicinity were all taken back by the lark who took back the crutches to save face, and the larks who returned to the 78th district would certainly not forget, so the larks directly entered the forest alone and bit those poor "herbivores" as soon as they got back the crutches.

There was a knock on the door, and the lark put down the cup in his hand: "Enter!"

The red-haired Koiji walked in: "Chairman here's a letter from the Grim Reaper that I asked me to deliver to you personally!"

The lark opened the letter from beginning to end, and then tore the letter to shreds in Koiji's stunned expression: "Okay, there's nothing going on here, you go out!"

Although Koiji didn't understand the lark's approach, he still obediently stepped back.

"Wait a minute, Death, I hope you have the value to let me bite and kill, let him come to see me in person!" The lark stood up and looked out the window, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, like a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait.