"Grandma Zhou, I really don't understand your ......"

The shopkeeper still wanted to play Tai Chi, but before he finished speaking, he heard Song Jingshu shout coldly, "Second ......"

"Grandma Zhou, you ......"

"One!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Song Jingshu pull out the kitchen knife and gesture directly to the neck of the fat shopkeeper, and his voice was not half emotional, "At this point, you still pretend to be garlic with me, right?" ”

"I've already given you a chance, but you don't cherish it."

After saying that, Song Jingshu glanced at the person behind him, "Go ahead." ”

Qingyu strode forward, carrying a wooden barrel in her hand, and she couldn't see what was in the barrel, but in short, it emitted a pungent smell.

"I thought that since your Fanxianglou is already open, as long as you don't provoke me, I will turn a blind eye and let you continue to compete with me for business under my nose."

I only heard Song Jingshu say coldly, "Who knew that your Fan Xianglou repeatedly provoked my bottom line." ”

"In that case, I'll just set the fire to Fanxianglou to ashes, I think you still provoke this girl?"

These words are really cruel.

But on the contrary, Song Jingshu already had a smile on his face, as if he was saying something ordinary, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

As soon as he heard Song Jingshu say that he wanted to burn Fanxianglou to ashes with a fire, the fat shopkeeper came back to his senses.

Fang Cai only felt that the contents of Qingyu's wooden barrel had a pungent and unpleasant smell, and he was familiar with it, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Now I understand, it's clearly tung oil!

Qingyu has already splashed tung oil all over the ground, tables and chairs, and the pungent smell is even more smoky.

Several juniors looked frightened and slipped out in a panic.

But before he slipped out of the door, he was forced back by the long sword in Mo Cong's hand, only to hear Song Jingshu laugh, "Where are you going?" I haven't lit a fire yet, so why are I in such a hurry? ”

"You Fanxianglou kidnapped my people and didn't take my people seriously...... Then I have no choice but to use this method and return it to your boss. ”

Although, she still doesn't know what the owner of this Fanxiang Building is.

How dare you provoke her so openly!

Don't inquire, her Song Jingshu's reputation in Ningwu Town!

Song Jingshu's tone was a little lazy, but it made the people of Fanxianglou even more frightened.

The fat shopkeeper had a kitchen knife on his neck, he really didn't dare to move, let the cold sweat run down his fat face, and laughed dryly, "Grandma Zhou, what you say ......"

"In our Fanxiang Building, there are dozens of people up and down, these dozens of lives ......"

Is it possible to give Cuihe a burial alone?!

The fat shopkeeper said this vaguely, but Song Jingshu quickly understood, raised his eyebrows and asked, "According to what you mean, my people are really in your Fanxianglou?" ”

"Isn't it a fair deal for you to kidnap one of me, and I will bury ten of you with you?"

Fair?

Fair Hammer......

The fat shopkeeper just wanted to burst into foul language, but the kitchen knife was on his neck, and he really didn't dare to say a word.

If Song Jingshu is more lively, I am afraid that this knife will really fall on the neck.

Several juniors were also frightened, and everyone was trembling, staring at Song Jingshu with frightened eyes.

Song Jingshu disagreed, handed the kitchen knife to Qiangzi, and let him continue to put it on the neck of the fat shopkeeper. With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly and methodically to the front of several juniors, and stood still in front of them with a smile.

"So, if any of you answer my question honestly, I'll let you go."

Song Jingshu was like a wolf grandmother who was tempting and coaxing Little Red Riding Hood, with a sly look in her eyes, "I always mean what I say, you don't have to worry." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several juniors nodded busily, "Okay, okay, Grandma Zhou, just ask." ”

The sweat on the fat shopkeeper's face became more and more turbulent.

"Good."

Song Jingshu nodded, "My people, are they in your Fanxiang Building?" ”

Well, the question is straightforward.

A few juniors, you look at me, I look at you, and finally looked at the fat shopkeeper cautiously, looking like he didn't dare to answer.

At this time, Song Jingshu knew it in his heart.

Cui He must be in Fanxiang Building, but these little two were threatened by the fat shopkeeper and didn't dare to say it.

"Won't answer?"

Song Jingshu raised her eyebrows, watching Qingyu continue to pour tung oil, her expression was a little embarrassed, "Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me like this?" After all, I don't want to hurt the lives of any innocent people, I just want to get back to my people. ”

"If you don't answer, I'll just light the fire."

The threat of her red fruit.

Everyone's faces changed, and Qiangzi didn't know if it was because he was too angry or because he was too angry, and the kitchen knife in his hand trembled.

The kitchen knife was so sharp and tight that it directly cut a red mark on the fat shopkeeper's neck, and a trace of blood flowed out. The fat shopkeeper gasped in pain, and his fat face turned white.

"Ah......h

The fat shopkeeper wanted to stretch out his hand to cover the wound, but he was afraid that Hadron would continue to do it.

Looking at Qiangzi's angry eyes, the fat shopkeeper could only endure the pain, and said weakly to Song Jingshu, "Grandma Zhou, you, this is ......"

It's so arrogant!

It's a pity that I dare not speak out in anger.

"Too what?"

Song Jingshu smiled slightly, "Shopkeeper, it seems that your guys are also very tight-mouthed." ”

"In that case, don't blame me for taking you under the knife."

As he spoke, Song Jingshu glanced at Mo Cong.

Mo Cong understood, directly put the long sword into the sheath, and walked towards the fat shopkeeper with a playful smile on his face. As you walk, you move your wrist and make a "creaking" sound.

Although Mo Cong did not draw his sword, the fat shopkeeper is not a person who has never seen the world.

Compared with the strong man who bluffed with a kitchen knife, the fat shopkeeper obviously knew that Mo Cong was even more difficult to provoke.

The cold sweat on his forehead became more and more turbulent, and the eyes that looked at Mo Cong were also full of fear. I wanted to continue to retreat, but there was a wall behind me, and my chubby body could only be pressed against the wall.

Mo Cong stepped forward instantly, and at a distance of several meters, he appeared in front of the fat shopkeeper in the blink of an eye.

The fat shopkeeper even understands that this man is definitely a master!

Suddenly, the fat shopkeeper's throat was choked by Mo Cong's outstretched hand, and his neck instantly became a hot pain.

The fat shopkeeper's face turned red, and he obviously felt that his body was gradually leaving the ground.

It turned out that it was Mo Cong who grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him off the ground!

The fat shopkeeper knows his weight very well, and he is about to weigh two hundred pounds, so he was picked up by this man who doesn't look burly at all!

Suddenly, the fat shopkeeper trembled with fear, and said to Song Jingshu with difficulty, "Grandma Zhou, you, you let him let me down first, let's have something to discuss......"

This is, bow your head and admit it.