"Encounter a fart!" Zhou Bingde heard this, and immediately refused, "You don't fucking talk nonsense here, you just say, what do you want to do when you see my young lady!"

That person worked with Zhou Bingde for more than a day and a half, knowing his temperament, seeing this, he knew in his heart that if he didn't tell him the purpose, he would be determined not to agree.

But the reason for that...... Shaking his head silently in his heart, how did he say it!

Immediately, he snorted, "I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup you have poured into it, you don't talk about the relationship between the two of us for so many years! Look at me, you came to ask me for help, but I didn't even ask for more, I just agreed, I am called brotherly righteousness!"

With a resentful expression on her face, she looks like a little daughter-in-law who has been bullied.

Zhou Bingde looked at it and laughed out loud.

"You kid don't fuck me here!" glanced at him, got up from the Taishi chair with a smile, and said: "I have to go back to my life, I don't have time to grind my teeth with your kid here, hurry up, give me things." ”

The man angrily took out a stinky small cloth bag from his arms and threw it to Zhou Bingde in the air, "Treat me like this, won't your conscience hurt?"

Continue to look resentful.

"It's a fart!" Zhou Bingde raised his hand to catch the small cloth bag, and didn't look at what was inside, and said, "The tail that follows me outside, you are in charge of cooking." ”

As he spoke, Zhou Bingde quickly took off the dirty robe stained by Miao Er's blood, and threw it to the person opposite, "Take off yours and give it to me!"

The tone of his voice, as if that person was his little servant, was justified.

Ordered by Zhou Bingde, the man sighed, took off his clothes and handed them to Zhou Bingde to change into, while muttering, "You are really my uncle!"

Zhou Bingde smiled silently, quickly put on his clothes, and then said, "You really didn't tell me, why did you want to see my young lady?"

The man pursed his lips and shook his head, a look of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, disappeared suddenly, shook his head and said, "If you don't help me, I have my own way." ”

Miao Er smiled, pointed to the door, and answered: "Then you are numb, hurry up and lure that person away, I can go!"

“……”

Glaring at Zhou Bingde again, the man's hatred permeated his face, and he raised his feet and walked towards the door, while saying, "Your conscience really doesn't hurt?"

Zhou Bingde had a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed, and he didn't speak.

It was only about a cup of tea that the man had left the room that he walked away.

Walking in a hurry, this time it was going straight to the China South Houfu.

This person who was called a small servant by Zhou Bingde last night, named Shi San, was made friends by Zhou Bingde when he was a hunter.

From the realization to the present, there are seven or eight years to say the least.

He is a famous thief in Kyoto, known as the Kuaisan Three.

Martial arts are a must, stealing tricks.

But whatever he likes, as long as he makes a move, he will not succeed.

In order to arrest him, the criminal department and Jing Zhaoyin have offered a reward of as high as 5,000 silver, but after several years, they have never found anything.

Who would have thought that this thief, who gave the court officials a headache, would live generously in the Jingxi Hutong!

When Zhou Bingde first established Shi San, he didn't have such great ability, but he was still a half-baked thief who had just lost his master and stole art.

That was eight years ago.

That day, Zhou Bingde resisted the newly beaten roe deer and sent it to the restaurant of a famous treasure shop in Kyoto, the things were delivered, the money was collected, and he was turning back home, passing by Gulou Street, and saw people surrounded by people on the three floors inside and three layers outside the door of the gambling house.

He couldn't help but be drawn to the past.

Squeezed through the noisy crowd, I saw a child about twelve or thirteen years old, being punched and kicked by four or five big men.

scolded and scolded in his mouth, "The next three indiscriminate things, stealing things and stealing from your uncle, you don't open your dog's eyes to see, your uncle's body can be touched by your dog's paws." ”

"Be a dead thing, Lao Tzu can't beat your legs today!"

……

His thin body was tightly curled into a ball, and his face was rubbing on the ground, already blood mixed with dust, and it had become a bloody mud, black and black, pasted on his face, and he could not distinguish his face.

Seeing this, Zhou Bingde's heart immediately jumped a few times, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his eyes trembled.

Just last year, a child next door to his house, who was also twelve or thirteen years old, resisted the family's vegetables and came to the city to sell, because his stomach was so hungry that he couldn't do it, he stole a few steamed buns from others, and was beaten to death.

He didn't see this with his own eyes, he only heard his companion who hunted with him mention it, but the child, he almost watched him grow up, and he was killed for a few steamed buns, and Zhou Bingde was depressed for more than half a year.

Seeing this scene at this moment, how can I not be moved.

Just as his thoughts were drifting, he heard the big men say: "This kid steals with a pair of claws, and it's a waste to keep this finger, so it's better to chop off one of him and let him steal it again." ”

Another person said: "What do you do with a chop, go down with a knife, and there is no follow-up, it's really boring! It's better to tie his fingers with a thin thread and hang them down the corridor, and you and I can still have a good time!"

His words were immediately echoed by his companions, and even the crowd of onlookers began to commotion, but they were not distressed by the child, but full of excitement and anticipation for what was to come.

Zhou Bingde stood in the crowd, and his intuition was boiling blood, but the boiling blood was as cold as frost, which made him tremble.

Seeing that the good kung fu was good, the big men found a thin thread, tied his left index finger, spared the beam under the corridor, and pulled it hard, and his thin body hung in the air.

The strength of his whole body gathered on the hanging index finger, and his face was covered with blood, which was washed away by the sweat dripping from his forehead and cheeks, forming a mottled shape on his face.

He clenched his teeth, and his face was a little distorted and deformed in pain, but he didn't make a snort.

A pair of dark eyes, bursting with stubborn light, he is like that, he is afraid that even if he dies, he will never say a word.

I was trembling because of the severe pain.

A small face, washed by sweaty snow-white, the corners of his mouth were bitten hard by him to bleed, the whole person almost fainted, and he was almost unconscious.

Zhou Bingde's heart ached, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he suddenly raised his feet and walked in front of him a few steps.

With your knees slightly bent, you crouch slightly, and place your shoulders at his feet.

Because of Zhou Bingde's support, the sharp pain in his heart disappeared suddenly, his blurred eyes lit up, his consciousness was awake, he looked down at his feet, and saw Zhou Bingde's coarse cloth shoulders, and his eyes trembled!

Zhou Bingde's sudden appearance made the big man on the side suddenly angry.

Just before they could speak, Zhou Bingde carried him and said, "How much silver he stole from you, I will make up for it, and you let him go." ”