Seeing the nervousness of the caravan leader, Abailou smiled slightly and said: "Don't be afraid, I won't tell others, this kind of thing will not be said in the future, the speaker has no intention of listening." ”

"You're right. The caravan leader nodded frantically, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Not everyone in the Holy See was bored with Abaylou, and the leader of the caravan was a good man, leaving aside his faith. He crossed Erlang's legs and continued to smile as he watched the caravan leader wrestle on the table.

Life is very interesting. Abailou will never deliberately detach from human nature, he likes people, to be honest, he was suffocated during the time he was in the sea, especially when his memories were retrieved more and more, and when he became more and more clear, Abailou was determined to go and see everything in the pancontinent by himself. The other world is not as beautiful as imagined, it is darker than ancient Europe, there is no narrow sense, and it is more of a ghost.

The oppressed witch, Abay Lou couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward.

The country of the yellow race, the Aegean country with black hair and brown eyes, Abaylou once thought that it could be regarded as a second home.

And then there's Hugo's Versailles, and the people under the tower simply make him laugh.

"Remind yourself all the time that you are human, not a creature beyond the world, that is not a human, but it is terrible. Abaylou thought to himself, trying to find new happiness in every corner. He likes to smile at his own people, and he also likes the feeling of "anger".

This shows that Abaylou's worries are fake, and he is still a person with feelings. He was terrified of whether his thousands of years of memories were fake, and at first, Abaylou didn't even know if he was himself or not, maybe he was one of those five thousand years at some point. War devils, executioners, murderers, these are all possible.

So when one of them wrestled his wrist and won, and the audience laughed, Abaylou also clapped and laughed. This kind of thing is boring for him, and the pleasure provided is minimal.

Fortunately, the man who kept Abaylou from being bored came.

A strong man came to the door, and immediately squeezed the onlookers out of a gap, and he walked into the crowd and said angrily: "I heard that there is a fight between the wrists here, and the winner can drink each other's wine for free? ”

"Who is this guy, so crazy. The leader of the caravan was dissatisfied with the strong man who broke everyone's warm time, and muttered.

"Why, doesn't anyone dare to come?" said the strong man to himself with his thumb, "Uncle's name is Black Mud, and he came here to see the beauty of Lord Jiade." ”

"Impudent, how can there be such a person as you in the Van Side!" the admirer of Jiade was angry, and found a stool to sit on, "let me come, bastard. I won't drink your wine, I just want you to kneel on the ground and apologize to Lord Jiade. ”

"Hahahaha, don't talk about it, I'm just a businessman, and I'm not a true believer, I said, Jiade is a beauty, how many people don't think Jiade is good-looking? What are you hypocritical?" said the strong man with a smile, and lightly broke the admirer's hand on the table, "Bring the wine." ”

Most people like Jiade's fresh beauty, but Jiade is like a goddess on the moon in their eyes, and he should not be so rudely confessed, and a slight transgression is as unbearable as blasphemy.

Therefore, more people wrestle with strong men, and it doesn't matter if they lose, they just want to vent a bad breath for themselves.

The strong man drank more than a dozen glasses of liquor in a row, and continued to shout without a red face and a heartbeat. Mud Town is not good at transporting things, so the caravans are carrying spirits for easy mixing. This strong man drank almost the original liquor, although the purity was less than ten percent, it was enough for the average person to get drunk with half a glass.

"Amazing, heroic. Said the people around.

"Why? no one is coming? Then I'll look at Lord Jiade with the courage of wine. The strong man said using his muscles.

"Wait. Abay rose and walked up to the strong man and said, "Let me come." ”

"Come on, friend, vent your anger for us. The caravan leader said.

"Just you?" said the strong man sarcastically: "It's not that I look down on you, just like you, you can't break me with your thighs." ”

"Hehe, you can try, but if I win, it's not just about drinking. Abay Lou clenched his fists and shook his head. His fists creaked.

"No problem, as long as it's not too demanding. The strong man nodded in agreement.

"Come on, then. Abay sat down on the table with his hands on his laps, keeping his other arm from touching the table. This made the strong man a little angry, and he had to grab the table with the other hand to stabilize his body when he broke his wrist, which showed that Abailou looked down on him, which meant that he didn't have to hold the table to defeat him.

"Good bearing, this alone is just relieving. The leader of the caravan praised him for liking the man Abaylou, and he thought he was very good at whatever he did.

"I'm angry. The strong man said with a frown.

"Okay, I know you're angry. Abaylou nodded and said, "Then you should exert some strength instead of using your words on your lips." ”

And so it was. Abaylou's heart is like a mirror.

His hand didn't move, and the strong man was about to break the table, and his face was flushed.

"Didn't eat? Haven't had enough of that wine? Abaylou said mockingly, lightly pressing the strong man's hand on the table, "You are like a poor kitten." ”

The strong man blushed.

"I feel like I'm pushing a mountain. He said dissatisfiedly, "I'm going to do it again, and I have two more chances." ”

There was a boos around, and it was true that the wrist wrestling was a best-of-three game, of course, most of the time, everyone would choose a game to determine the winner, and this strong man was like he couldn't afford to lose.

"The ending is all the same. "Abay Lou once again killed the strong man in seconds. This made the people around think that Abaylou and the strong man were faking the game, and the difference was too great to make it unrealistic.

"Come again. The strong man said.

As expected, the third time was killed in seconds.

"Okay, now you can't cheat. Abay leaned back, sat in a comfortable position, and said, "It's time for you to let the people behind you come out." ”

The strong man scratched his head and looked out the door in embarrassment, his boss didn't tell him what to do when he was discovered.

"Alas, I still want you to have a dismount, but I was found out. Another strong man came out, he was dressed as Kata, and he waved his hand at the strong man, "You can go, now I have a real 'wrist wrestling' contest with this gentleman." ”

"I won the first meeting. Abaylou said with a smile.

"Well, you tricked me into throwing a stone beetle, and my scam of finding someone to disguise didn't fool you, I lost. But I'm curious, how did you realize that that guy wasn't mine, I personally think the average person would probably mistake him for mine. Kata asked, confused.

"By inertial thinking, I did initially think he was you. Abaylou sat up straight, made a wrist-wrestling gesture and said, "He is too pompous, too natural but a little exposed, no one is really living a natural life." A butcher who has been selling meat for ten years will also have something unnatural, and it will not change because he has sold meat for ten years. ”

"Tsk, I lost. Kata took Abaylou's challenge and said, "This is also a once, let's win two out of three games." ”