"Fatty, what's going on? Why don't you see you for a day, you lead a stranger to enter someone's boudoir privately and peek at other people's secrets, how can you explain this!"

The angry roar was mixed with a pair of stinky socks, and the whistling wind came as scheduled on Nie Haiyuan's broad face.

At this time, Jing Chong was completely confused, are the people of the Ninth Shed and Tenth Team so individual? Why are they all more strange than the other?

A small patrol soldier dared to throw stinky socks at his captain, such a scene seemed a bit unreasonable, thinking of this, Jing Chong couldn't help but blurt out a rhetorical question, "Peek at the secret?"

The sound was not loud, but it was very useful, and it only made the thin man on the opposite side hurriedly pull the quilt that had just fallen to cover his body as if he had been electrocuted, especially underneath, which was covered tightly.

At this time, Nie Haiyuan seemed to have recovered from the confusion just now, and threw the stinky socks on his face on the ground, but he was still smiling facelessly, a pair of crescent-shaped eyes flashed with a touch of adult-like obscenity, and the evil laughter had already spread unscrupulously.

"Hehe, monkey, I didn't expect to see your secret for a few days, and that thing has grown a little more!"

Nie Haiyuan grinned, shook his shoulders, and tears of laughter came out as he spoke.

But the person in front of him also took Nie Haiyuan's words seriously, and after listening to it, he thought for a moment in a daze, but reflexively uncovered the quilt and glanced inside, and then he muttered with understanding, "I also seem to feel that it has grown a little longer, damn it, my Zou Cang's head doesn't grow, that thing can be eaten so quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately came back to his senses, and when he saw two people standing on the opposite side with aggressive eyes, the innocent eyes were completely gone, replaced by two lines of hot tears.

"Don't bring this, you stinky and shameless, you bully honest people, all the secrets of others have been seen by you, how can you live!~"

With that, a man wrapped in a futon snuggled up in the corner and sobbed.

Such a sudden change was really unexpected, so that Jing Chong was a little confused, what is this? Until now, he still can't figure out what the other party's secret is!

Isn't that thing a little bigger than normal? What's so hard to say? What a fuss!

Besides, a big man, he doesn't wear clothes after sleeping, isn't this okay to look for?

Thinking about it, he glanced at Nie Haiyuan with suspicion, and its connotation was that this is all something you picked out, so you don't need to comfort a few words.

But Nie Haiyuan looked accustomed to the honor, and said extremely indifferently, "Don't bother with him, we're busy with ours!"

What kind of captain there is, what kind of soldier there is, he really can't imagine how strange the team under the leadership of a strange person like Nie Haiyuan will be?

I just saw one person today, and there are eight others, it is estimated that as Nie Haiyuan said, they are on the day shift, and this one is on the night shift, but he is a little eager to see the other eight people.

But as soon as Nie Haiyuan, who had just led him to arrive, saw the bed even more, he saw his ancestor even more, and he couldn't sit up anymore as soon as his butt stuck to it, and he had already heard the sound of snoring without half an hour of effort.

I scolded helplessly in my heart, this pig is no different from a pig, you said that as the captain of the squad, you should arrange the problem of accommodation! I jumped into the wide wooden bed and fell asleep, leaving him there alone, this is completely irresponsible.

After shaking his head for a while, Jing Chong had to choose to face the reality, in this messy environment, survival has faced the final crisis, and the first thing to do should be a big cleaning.

He didn't have any salutes, the only thing he could do was the minion suit he had just brought was still new, and he casually threw it on the bed in the corner, and he was looking for what to do.

Thinking about it, he always felt that the environment here could be completely changed, and he thought that he seemed to be behaving when he first came, so he didn't discuss it with Nie Haiyuan, who slept like a dead pig, so he walked outside the door and picked up a broom to clean up alone.

First the fruit peel and rice residue inside, then the broken clothes and socks, anyway, nearly a basket of garbage was pulled out in the huge room, and it gradually converged.

wiped the sweat from his face alone, but Jing Chong suddenly felt that this kind of life was actually quite good, and the most basic and fulfilling feeling could make people forget all their troubles.

However, just when he was alone with a broom in a daze, his shoulders suddenly sank, as if he had been slapped by someone, and he turned his head coldly, and what caught Jing Chong's eyes was a long black and thin face, a pair of eyes that were not big, but they were not annoying, with a high nose bridge and a big mouth, the whole head was half a foot taller than Jing Chong, so a hand on the shoulder seemed unusually casual.

Seeing this familiar face, Jing Chong subconsciously looked at the other party's body, only to realize that the other party had already put on a gray-white robe, due to his excessive thinness, this dress was a little out of place on his body, but he finally covered up the places that should not be exposed that week.

Moreover, due to the close distance, Jing Chong could see from the other party's inconspicuous face that this person was not very old, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, just such a discovery, but invisibly, the distance between the two was much closer.

Monkey Zou Cang, he is the nervous thin man just now. And from the conversation, I know that his name is Zou Cang, and he doesn't look like a name, but the nickname is very good, and he does look like a big monkey.

"Hey, buddy, what's your name?

This minion soldier named Zou Cang also seems to be so heartless, he was sobbing and crying just now, but he turned over after a while, and even chose to take the initiative to talk to him, but such a sudden change caught Jing Chong a little off guard.

But after all, Jing Chong's heart is extremely firm now, he just glanced at the other party coldly, and simply said, "Jing Chong!"

Obviously, Zou Cang is not used to this lukewarm attitude, but he is also a cheap bone, and the more he ignores him, the more energetic he becomes.

"Jing Chong, the name is a bit draggy, but this person is also quite dragged, but I like it!" Zou Cang, as he spoke, snatched the broom from Jing Chong's hand, but helped clean it up, "By the way, although Nie Haiyuan, this stinky boy is young and has no truth in his mouth, but he is not bad, the most basic thing is in this patrol cottage, among the ninth shed and the tenth team, we still have a bowl of full food to eat, I have been here for nine years in the Blood Knife Village, and I have been in this tenth team for three years, I am quite satisfied! It's just that the name of a thief is not very good!"

What Jing Chong never expected was that this little minion named Zou Cang was still a warm-hearted person, and when he said something, he immediately warmed Jing Chong's heart, but he himself was not good at words, so he could only smile lightly.

Since Jing Chong didn't speak, the scene seemed a little cold, but Zou Cang didn't mind, he was busy alone, and he was very happy.

In this way, he doesn't look like a lazy person!

But why has no one cleaned the dormitory of the 10th team of Nuo Da for a long time?

One monk carries water to eat, and two monks carry water to eat, I'm afraid that there are so many monks who will run out of water to eat.

After asking and answering himself, Jing Chong had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, but this head shook and suddenly made him think of something.

Suddenly turned around, a pair of eyes were round, and his face was red for a long time, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Do you know martial arts?"

This sentence got to the point, the real reason why he came to this Blood Knife Village was not that he was fooled by Nie Haiyuan, but that he had an ultimate purpose, that is, to learn martial arts and avenge his parents.

Even though he had obtained a scroll of the "Wolf Warrior Sword Technique" left by his father in the wall of his home, this was like reading a book from heaven to him, a fledgling who had never been exposed to martial arts at all, and he didn't know anything at all.

Besides, he has only been trying to escape for his life in the past two days, and he has no time to look through the sword book at all.

I just heard that Zou Cang said that he had been in the Blood Knife Village for nine years, so he must have a good understanding of the inside story of the Blood Knife Village, so on a whim, he asked.

"Martial arts? What are you kidding, when will a minion soldier like me be able to come into contact with martial arts? If you want to learn martial arts, you need to go to the art hall, and the conditions are very harsh, you have to hand over five horseshoe silver a month to accumulate contributions, and even if you have silver to hand in, you have no talent, people still don't teach you, saying that you are afraid of ruining the good exercises! In our patrol cottage ninth shed and tenth team, let alone think about it, I met a rice bucket captain, and I can't even kill a person in my life, and I still owe a name certificate. Not to mention the accumulation of horseshoe silver contributions, and even eating every month depends on the minimum guarantee of the people in the cottage!"

Zou Cang shook his head as he spoke, completely disconfident in life, satisfied with the status quo and getting by.

Such a performance had to make Jing Chong feel a little disappointed.

Nine years, this Zou Cang is probably eight or nine years old to enter the Blood Knife Village, nine years of time and training, completely wear out the passion that belongs to the teenager, he is now completely a scum who only survives for life.

And what about myself? I am twelve years old this year, if I am really obscure and aggrieved in this ninth shed and tenth team, I am afraid that I will not want to avenge my parents and hate my second grandfather in this life.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become anxious.

But at this point, he can only sigh at the injustice of fate, which makes him suffer.

Then I thought about it, I have indeed experienced a lot of hardships and hardships, but since God has to let myself live painfully, I must live a wonderful life for this thief to see.

He didn't believe it, even if he fell into such an unbearable situation, there would be no room for maneuver, wouldn't he just vote for his name? Wasn't it just the contribution of horseshoe silver? In time, he must get his hands on it!