It's late at night......

Today's night is not very good, and the sky is overcast.

It was supposed to be a full moon night, but it ruined the scenery.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, making it look dim.

The wind from the snowy north blew harder, whistling and screaming.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

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In the tavern on Center Street, a small servant supported the high-drinking man and stumbled out the door.

The man with the unsteady soles of his feet yelled, "Are you the...... Gremlin...... Take me back and I'll still be drinking!"

"Commander!" the little guy looked fourteen or fifteen years old, with a childish look. Hearing the man's words, he only trembled and called out to the head of the regiment and did not dare to speak.

"Bring me back! Did you hear me!" the regimental commander, whose face was red to his neck, yelled at him, causing the little guy to tremble in fright.

"Uh?..... Well..... Hmm!" he replied with a shudder, hesitating. But the man, though dazed, insisted on doing so, and his little strength could not persuade him at all, so he had to turn around and lead their regimental leader to the tavern.

Inside, in the dim light, the noise continued.

"Why did you bring the regimental commander back?" a soft-spoken but bone-chilling voice sounded, making the little guy shiver and look at the man in front of him tremblingly.

This is the deputy head of their mercenary group, named 'Viper', which he came up with himself, but it is not an exaggeration to describe him. As the name suggests, there is a cold and poisonous heart like a poisonous snake hidden under the polite appearance. In other words, who the members of this war mad mercenary group are most afraid of is him.

"Ah?...... Yes..... This ......." was stared at coldly by the poisonous snake, and the little guy was so frightened that he was speechless.

'Bang!' and the little guy was thrust against the wall. The skinny man couldn't stop a sharp push from the drunken regiment leader, and he was hit by the huge force and made his chest feel tight and short of breath. He was so painful that he lay on the ground and coughed repeatedly.

At this time, their red-faced head had already picked up the wine glass and shouted loudly, "Come back, of course Lao Tzu will come back, Lao Tzu can still drink!"

"Cheers to our mercenary group!" he staggered to raise his glass.

"Cheers!" the people below coaxed with the regimental leader, and the viper raised his glass slightly. But there was no smile in his eyes, just a faint glance at the little guy who was coughing on the ground, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Although it is the happiest to cheer for the toast, everyone also knows that their head is just reckless. He was notoriously poor in drinking, and not only that, but even worse in his drinking style.

When he was drunk, he either fell asleep or went drunk, so no one in the entire mercenary group was willing to help him back to rest. Therefore, the work that everyone is unwilling to do is the turn of the lowest-ranking person in the entire mercenary group - that little guy.

Wine after glass, this red-faced head can't drink much, but when it comes to the ability to drive the atmosphere, no one can find any fault, which is completely inversely proportional to his alcohol consumption. It's a pity that after five or six cups, he staggered, slumped on the ground, and snored.

"Come over here. The viper commanded the servant.

The little guy trembled and moved his small steps.

"Hurry up, am I so terrible?" the viper looked displeased.

"Ah?....... Not....... No. Although the little guy said no, but the action has already been revealed, although the viper's face is as cold as ever, but in his heart he enjoys this feeling.

He stood up, tall, lanky, with a pair of round glasses hanging from his hooked nose. He tidied up the collar of the little guy, lowered his voice, and said in a soft but cold voice, "This time, are you sure you want to send the regiment commander back to the rest place, can you do it?"

"Yes..... It can be done. The little guy didn't dare to look up at him.

"Look at me!" he said in an undeniable tone.

The little guy looked up tremblingly and looked at him, "Can you do it, can you do it, can you do it?" and he asked word by word.

"Yes...... It can be done. "The little guy almost cried.

"Okay, then send the regimental commander back, if he comes back, you know what the consequences are. The viper let go of his collar and patted the dust on it, "This shirt is so white, don't get dirty." ”

The thin body of the little guy once again lifted up the red-faced man, no...... It should be the red-faced man with his back. The burly body was pressed against the little guy's thin body, so that the soles of his feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground again.

But as soon as the words of their deputy head sounded, the little guy held on and went out with the red-faced man on his back step by step.

'Fortunately, the regimental commander slept very well. He muttered silently in his heart, and the red-faced man was also very cooperative, snoring for a while.

The streets on both sides were deserted, except for the sound of the small servants dragging their heavy steps.

One step, two steps......... After not many steps, a trace of cold sweat broke out on the little girl's forehead, and his body shook even more.

He dragged him and moved his body vigorously. After walking about a hundred meters, the little guy's physical strength was finally exhausted. He turned around and wanted to put the regiment commander aside to rest and move. However, he had no choice but to exhaust his strength, and if he was careless, the soles of his feet were weak, and he was completely crushed by the red-faced regiment leader and fell to the ground.

'Bang!' and the red-faced man's head slammed into the ground, causing the little guy to shudder.

Fortunately, the red-faced man was still snoring, and he didn't wake up from the fall, and his heart was slightly relieved when he mentioned his throat. If the red-faced man knew that he had thrown him to the ground, he would have to skin him.

He struggled to lift the red-faced man's head, his shoulders against his burly body, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

However, he still tried his best to carry the red-faced man on his back. When he had done all this, he was secretly relieved and ready to get back on the road, he always felt that something was missing........ Something was missing.

Snore...... To purr .......... Stopped, he broke out in a cold sweat and looked back tremblingly........

There were dark eyes staring at him in the dim moonlight......

He was so frightened that he was limp....... Head..... You ......"

"Where is this?" the red-faced man's eyes were red, and he looked at him in a daze.

"It's ........ The deputy head of the regiment said let me take you to rest!" the little guy replied in a trembling voice.

"Deputy Commander, what does the Deputy Commander say about him?" The red-faced man somehow got a wave of anger in his heart, and slapped the little guy hard, knocking him to the ground, and the little guy couldn't stop coughing, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood.

"I'm the leader, do you know, do you know!!" he yelled at the little guy like crazy.

With that, he staggered towards the tavern, but the soles of his feet were unsteady, and he fell like a dog eating.

The little guy hurriedly went up to help the red-faced man, and begged him with a crying voice, "Commander, I beg you, please go back with me, otherwise I will be killed by the deputy commander." ”

The red-faced head turned his head, sank his face, and looked at him coldly, "Then you mean that if I disobey, I will be fine?"

"No.... No...... No," the little guy was suddenly speechless.

Suddenly, a trace of cruelty flashed on the red-faced man's face, and a punch was mercilessly smashed into the little guy's face, and he used a lot of strength for this punch.

How could a fourth-level martial artist use all his strength to throw a punch that a first-level martial artist could withstand? The little guy flew out sideways like a cloth bag on the spot, and the bridge of his nose was smashed into it.

However, his regimental commander was still angry under the stimulation of alcohol, and took a big step forward and rushed towards the little guy, pressing him to the ground with one hand, punching one punch after another, and shouting in his mouth, "Deputy regimental commander, deputy regimental commander.... The deputy head of the regiment is a JB, and Lao Tzu is the head of the regiment! What Lao Tzu says is what he says, Lao Tzu says that if he wants to drink, he will drink alcohol, who wants to take care of Lao Tzu?

The little guy's head was smashed into a pulp, but the red-faced man was not relieved, and lifted his body and smashed it to the ground until his body was smashed like a rag bag.

Finally, the red-faced man burped, and the air smelled of alcohol and stenched. He kicked the corpse aside and staggered to his feet, ready to walk towards the tavern.

At some point, a tall and thin figure appeared at the end of the street, witnessing the whole process, and his eyes were torn.

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