In the end, Mingkong still hadn't seen the senior who was proficient in the roar of the Hedong lion, and naturally, there was no way to know if that senior's surname was Liu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But these don't matter to Mingkong, anyway, Mingkong's three big meat buns have already been eaten into his stomach, and he has already heard about the address of the old goddess.

Walking staggering on the streets of Hengshan City, the first basket of steamed buns has just come out of the morning stall, it stands to reason that it is still early, everyone should be sleeping, but first after Mingkong's voice, then Lao Wang's shouting, and finally ending with a lion roar from Lao Wang's daughter-in-law, probably the pig whose ear was plugged by donkey hair should also get up. So on this whole street, there are sleepy-eyed people walking.

Looking at this long list of humans who walked to Lao Wang's breakfast shop in a daze to buy steamed buns, Mingkong realized.

"Routine! Whether it is Lao Wang's shouting or Lao Wang's daughter-in-law's lion roar, it is a routine! ”

Stuffed the last big meat bun in his hand that he had not paid for from Lao Wang's table into his mouth, Mingkong looked at Lao Wang's breakfast shop in the city, and sighed deeply, since ancient times, he can't keep his affection, only the hearts of people who have routines, alas, terrible.

"Babbling~"

Mingkong was still sighing with grief, but on the street in the early morning, there was a sudden burst of erhu's sad voice when he heard it. Mingkong sighed, scratched his face, twisted his head, looked in a direction, and walked over slowly.

"Well, why do I have to help the old man deliver the letter? And the old man was too undisciplined, he even came out to seduce me with his own sect's advanced swordsmanship, and the most annoying thing was that he didn't tell me in advance that if he wanted to practice this swordsmanship well, he would have to spend at least three years of hard work on juggling! Like this young master, handsome and dashing, how can he have time to practice juggling? ”

Although he muttered all the way, Mingkong still came to the door of a large courtyard slowly, and then Mingkong's attention was completely attracted by this large courtyard.

"Tsk, I'm a good girl, although I have long heard that Uncle Liu Zhengfeng's family is rich, but I really didn't expect to be rich enough to ...... this level."

Originally, Mingkong was still quite confident in himself, and believed that even if he threw away this handsome earth-shattering face, he would at least be able to attract a large number of people to turn his head with this outfit alone. But at this moment, standing outside the door of Liu's house, looking at the clothes worn by the two housekeepers standing outside the door of Liu's house, the material that was not much different from the clothes they were wearing, the same cut, and the Dakaishan knife that looked sharper than the sword on his body......

Mingkong instantly had a plan to apprentice Liu Zhengfeng...... If Liu Zhengfeng is willing to accept himself......

"Ahem......"

Shaking his head, he dispelled the unrealistic thoughts in his heart, no matter what, since Mo Da knows his identity, then Liu Zhengfeng must also know, to let Liu Zhengfeng raise himself as a waste person who can't cultivate internal strength, Liu Zhengfeng definitely has no complaints, but if Liu Zhengfeng wants to accept himself as an apprentice, it is really too difficult for a strong man......

Under the supervision of the vigilant eyes of the guards of the Liu Mansion, Ming Kong walked lazily to the door of the Liu Mansion, took out the big letter from the clothes that were not much better than the family, shook it at the family, and said: "Someone asked me to send a letter to Liu Zhengfeng and Liu Daxia of your house, and I was bothered to call a person in charge to come out." ”

Probably every protagonist must meet a few guys who look down on people.,If there is no such guy, the protagonist can't slap his face as much as he wants.,The protagonist can't slap his face.,The reader won't have a cool point.,The reader doesn't have a cool point.,Probably this book is not far from hitting the street......

Uh, that's a long way off......

As a person who is determined to insist on finishing the book even if he crawls on his knees, of course, he can't plant the flag of the Flag so casually, so Mingkong was unexpectedly blocked by the family.

"Liu Daxia is someone like you who can see him?"

Probably because he hasn't read a few books since he was a child, no matter how much this family wants to use language to lower the bright sky to elevate his identity, what he says is such a dry cliché, without the slightest novelty. However, the rich handsome rely on science and technology, ** silk relies on mutation, God closes a door for you, and will always open a window for you, although the language talent is not good, but this family is a good practice of a hand of facial expression, the dog fights the human power, domineering, and the villain's rampant face is drawn in just one sentence in a short period of time, which makes people can't help but want to slap over, and after a slap down, they have to step on that face a few times to relieve their hatred.

But Mingkong is the protagonist after all, how could he do such a thing that loses his conscience and loses face? Therefore, Mingkong did not hesitate to pull out the decorative sword on his waist, and the few swords were all broken off the belt, shoulder lining and other parts of this Ding.

Originally, the clothes of the house were much more gorgeous than the clothes on Mingkong's body, and with the swords of Mingkong, the appearance was not too damaged, but the whole fell from the body of the house, and the whole body was left, only a pair of red underwear remained, in the morning breeze, fluttering and flickering~

"Ahh

The residents of Hengshan City were very unlucky this morning, they had just been forcibly woken up by a wave, and they were finally calm, and they were about to sleep again, but there was another howl like killing pigs in the hunting mountain wind of Hengshan City.

Mingkong looked at the crying family in front of him with embarrassment, and now he is like a child who finally received a new dress during the New Year but was cut up by Wang Xiaohu next door and cried.

"My clothes! You pay! This is a new dress specially appreciated by Liu Sanye! That's one piece a year! You pay me! ”

The family held his clothes, knelt on the ground, and couldn't even take care of the fact that he only had a big pair of pants on his body, and the tears were flowing down, and the appearance was simply sad for the hearers and the tears of the seeers, and even Mingkong couldn't help but want to hug for this goods.

"Ah...... "I wanted to say, 'Who bullied you, tell me, and this son will help you get revenge!' However, he only said the first word, specifically as soon as he opened his mouth, Mingkong suddenly remembered that it seemed that he was the one who did it, so he forcibly held back the words he was about to say back to his heart, coughed lightly, took out a silver ingot from his arms, threw it to the family, and said with a little embarrassment: "Oh, take these two silvers, enough for you to buy a new set of clothes, a big man, a piece of clothing crying like this, shame is not shame." ”

“9527！ It's you?! ”

The family was about to pick up the silver ingots thrown by Mingkong from the ground, and a voice that Mingkong seemed to be a little familiar and a little unfamiliar sounded, and then Mingkong 'poofed', almost squirting out of his stomach after eating a big meat bun for breakfast......