Pointing, whispering. The corners of Muzi's lips twitched, is this talking about me?

glanced around, and saw that the eyes of the people around him were all on him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

What happened, why do you say that I am talking to myself, could it be that the old man is a person who does not exist? Feeling the true feeling of the sugar gourd in his hand, Muzi recalled the whole process of the conversation with the old man, and then realized that the old man was really a little mysterious.

She herself can be sure that the old man is a real person, but for some reason only she can see it.

After being relieved, he looked at the sugar gourd in his hand, his eyes were a little happy, hee-hee.

The red round fruits are arranged, wrapped in a layer of transparent syrup, with a crystal clear feeling, which looks delicious.

She did bring the fruit to her mouth, and when she took a bite, it was sweet and sour, crisp and delicious.

In the dark, a trace of power ran down her throat and radiated to her limbs.

After eating the last one, the bamboo skewer dissipated in Muzi's hand, and he shrugged his shoulders, Muzi said that he didn't care, and he had to go on.

After a pause, her whole body was tense, and after her breathing was lightened, she felt a feeling around her, and this feeling of being out of control made her dislike it very much.

However, when Muzi wanted to take a closer look, he suddenly disappeared, which made Muzi very angry. However, for the sake of the feeling that made her feel that there was no threat, she didn't care.

Having said that, this street is really lively, people come and go, stop and stay, look at all kinds of things, tsk, bazaars, there is really a need to exist, after all, you can see the performance of various roles in life from one side.

I found the nearest store that sold weapons, and walked in without stopping.

As for what is written on the door, the words "weapon shop" are really ugly.

There were not many people in the shop, some of them were talking to each other, and some were alone to see if they had a weapon they wanted. There is only one guy in the shop, and that is the owner of the shop.

There were weapons on the shelves, and Muzi quickly chose one thing. A dagger.

A few people walked in from the door, making uniform costumes, and as soon as they entered the door, they said, "Where is the store?" in a strong tone.

"Is there anything going on?" the shopkeeper hurriedly walked over.

The leader of the guards said, "We want daggers and stuff." After speaking, his eyes were not good.

At this time, Mu Zi happened to come over: "Shopkeeper, what is the price of this dagger?"

"Well, this guest, there are no daggers to buy today, please choose something else. ”

The shopkeeper's smile remained unchanged and he said to Muzi.

Mu Zi shook the things in his hand: "Then tell me what this is?"

"Boy, all the daggers were bought by my family today, put the daggers back in their places"

The head of the guard spoke in a contemptuous tone, "Or are you too long?"

"Don't you understand the principle of first come, first come?" Muzi looked at the store, "What is your statement?"

"Ahem, you can change things to the guests, you can't afford to mess with them. The shopkeeper kindly persuaded.

"Hehe, that's fine. Muzi didn't look behind him, threw the dagger behind him, and landed firmly on the original shelf.

"But can you get out of my sight?" Muzi had just gotten angry, and her tone had become dangerous.

Several of the guards looked slightly gloomy, but they didn't say anything.

Muzi then said: "It's just a piece of scrap iron, it's okay to cut fish, since you want it, I'll give it to you generously." ”

Cut, I don't have to buy it, and I really want to do it myself when the time comes.

"Boy, let us teach you this truth!" the leader of the guard gestured, and several people surrounded Muzi in a surrounding manner.

How dare you belittle us like this, I have to teach you a lesson!

Spread out the palms of his hands, Mu Zizai looked at the front carefully, and looked at the back carefully, the five fingers spread out and brought together, the two fingers were staggered, and a slight sound sounded when they collided.

A group of guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead, are they deliberately looking for abuse?

An instant change occurred, and several of the guards turned blue, their whole bodies convulsed, and they fell to the ground.

It's just a second, and the person who was there shouting for a lesson the next second will fall to the ground with a painful look on his face. The crowd of onlookers was unconsciously curious, and even the shopkeepers were surprised by this situation.

"Hehe, they seem to have eaten a bad stomach, what can I do?" The joking voice was light, and Muzi turned around and stepped out of the door.

The last sentence was said to the shopkeeper, and his voice was not half hidden.

The shopkeeper's face is a little ugly, for Muzi's words.

"They seem to be from the Zhao family, and I heard that they have been collecting some things recently. A bystander said to his companion.

A person familiar with the matter said: "Isn't it just that there is a figure in the family, and I don't know what to do with the people." ”

No one believes that they have eaten a bad stomach, after all, how can anyone provoke others and then eat a bad stomach?

The shopkeeper looked at the people lying on the ground, and couldn't help but hold his forehead, now that such a thing happened in his own store, some of them were busy.

However, that kid offended the Zhao family, and it is estimated that there will be a good show.

Everyone couldn't help but think so.