Resistance group?

In fact, at the beginning, Ming Tian regretted following Zhaoyu to Yangzhou, but after all, he had already agreed, and there was no way, although there was no friendship, but he just said that he wanted to know each other, and it felt like a flag to take on troublesome tasks.

In fact, when it came to meeting the leader of the rebel group, Ming Tian refused.

Because you can't let me see me, just in case the leader is full of special effects... Well, wait, how did you come up with some strange meme?

Ming Tian shook his head, it was better to think about those complicated things.

In short, those Qiang people are so good that they don't die to make trouble at Yin Chan's practice banquet, and now Yin Chan can't go.

glanced sideways at Yin Chan, and his face was full of unhappiness.

It's not that she's unhappy with Mingtian, it's that she's unhappy with the Qian, so she can't leave.

Anluo is because Yin Chan will stay for a few more days, and he is in a good mood, jumping up and down like a little child.

"Miss Yin Chan, hawthorn, do you want to eat it? I'll buy it for you to eat. ”

"Close your anus." Yin Chan scolded him coldly.

An Luo had no choice but to turn his fingers aggrievedly and not speak.

Ming Tian glanced at him and didn't say anything.

In addition to being the combat effectiveness of the team, Anluo also shoulders the burden of being scolded, and it is okay to scold two sentences.

His daughter-in-law, Ming Tian asked her to stay and take care of Mo'er, but Mo'er's body has not yet recovered and needs to rest and take care of her.

Xinzhu's albinism is very serious, even if she wears armor, it is better to go out less, because the sun's ultraviolet rays will also damage her eyes, in fact, according to Mingtian's judgment, Xinzhu should have about two hundred degrees of myopia now.

The myopia is not high, which also proves that Xinzhu usually pays attention to it, generally at her age, with such severe albinism, it is very common to have myopia of thousands of degrees.

At the same time, Ming Tian was not very worried about the boss named Pang Chong, and let Xiao Xinzhu stare at him.

Follow Zhaoyu to turn left and right, and soon, you will arrive at your destination.

"Master Mingtian, this is it!"

Zhaoyu grinned and pointed behind his back.

Ming Tian looked at it and sighed slightly: the first dye in the world.

It's the kind of big dye shop in his mother's Wong Fei Hung movie.

However, it is not incomprehensible why ancient organizations liked to use dyeers as cover.

Novels, movies, everything that involves ancient organizations is a brushstroke, in fact, whether it is the organization of the traverser or something else, it will use the dye workshop and the slaughterhouse as a cover.

The slaughterhouse is suitable for hiding weapons, and the place is spacious, even if you kill someone, you can drag it into the slaughterhouse, but the disadvantage is that it requires a large number of people to maintain the operation of the slaughterhouse in order not to make the government suspicious.

The Dyehouse, on the other hand, is not very suitable for hiding weapons and handling corpses, but it has a higher degree of freedom, a larger interior space, and a leisurely work, which only needs to be busy for a few days a month, so that more members do not have to be busy maintaining the cover area.

Even if the people in the dyeing workshop collectively ran to the street to dance the square dance, the people in the government would not doubt it, at most they thought that the people in the dyeing workshop were all funny.

Walking into the dye shop, a disgusting smell of dye wafts into my nose.

The inferior rotten rouge, the sauce powder and the smell of pig blood make the uncomfortable feel like they have entered a canned herring processing factory.

When the people in the dyeing workshop saw the three of Ming Tian, they cast suspicious glances one by one, and a few even began to follow Ming Tian and the three of them, it seemed that if Ming Tian dared to act rashly, he would definitely be chopped into meat sauce by them.

There were a lot of people, and Ming Tian had to be amazed, this must be an indigenous organization, because there was really no modern thing to be seen here.

The instinctive thinking of the traverser, if he opened a dyeing workshop, would definitely get something that did not exist in this era, but there is no here, which means that this is an indigenous organization.

Walking into the depths of the dye shop, Zhaoyu opened the door to the basement for Mingtian.

Walking up the stairs that are not too long, it is a little stuffy inside, but fortunately it is the end of February, if it is placed in July, under this unventilated basement... Ming Tian would rather die on the door with his head.

Walking through the stairs, it suddenly became clear that dozens of people were busy in the basement, some were writing something, and a few were staring at the map of Yangzhou on the wall to study tactics.

"Brother Deyiao, I'm bringing Lord Junma here." Zhaoyu shouted into the darkness where there was no candle.

When everyone at the scene heard this, they all looked at Mingtian and the three of them.

Hey, don't look at me, it's so dark here, why are your eyes glowing green? It's scary!

The gaze of everyone here had already made Ming Tian feel the chrysanthemum tighten.

However, everything that happened next made Mingtian once again realize what it means: high energy ahead!

"Oh, Sister Zhaoyu, are you really bringing it from Master Junma? What about the county lord? ”

In the darkness, with the crisp sound of clogs hitting the ground, a thin figure gradually appeared.

At the same time, I don't know if it's this person's aura or what, Ming Tian feels a little empty.

Mouth, mouth, mouth... 叼 ~ 叼 ~ 叼 ~ 叼 ~, 叼 ......

Wait, why do I have Lao Zheng's national melody in my head? Why was the Great National's Dangdang Dang replaced by Dang? What's the situation?

Ming Tian squinted his eyes in a daze and looked at the young man who came out.

He was about the same age as himself, carrying a Miao knife, wearing beautiful clothes very sloppily, one hand did not reach into the sleeve, but stretched out from the chest of the clothes, hanging weakly at the waist, and holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth.

Dude, why are you holding a dog's tail grass in your mouth? I'll admit that it matches you very well as the image of a sunset samurai, and it looks like a dick, but dogs like to pee and shit on the side of that thing the most, it's so dirty, what's the difference between holding a dog's tail grass and eating dog shit?!

Ming Tian finally understood what was going on with the empty ear in his head...

Because although this guy looks like a dick, his face looks too much like a male [beep]!!

The neck is as thick as the face, the hair is rolled up on both sides of the back, the hair on the front side of the ear is slightly swollen, and the hairstyle makes his head look like the head of a turtle?!!!

Although he looks very handsome, why does this person's head shape look so much like a male raw [beep]? O noodle man! Why does the noodle man have such a name as Deyi Ao?! Wait...... Could it be that because you're a dick noodle person, the name is very bite?!

His facial features are very exquisite, not worse than Ming Tian at all, on the contrary, he is very handsome...... But he just looks like a mouthful!

"Brother De." Zhaoyu screamed shyly, ran to the noodle man, and blushed: "The county lord is inconvenient, so let the county master come." ”

Dick... Uh, no, De Yiao smiled slightly and touched the coquettish Zhaoyu's little head: "Thank you, Sister Zhaoyu." ”

Zhaoyu, who has been eccentric all day long, is like a kitten at the moment, closing his eyes and enjoying Deyiao's touching and killing.

Ahhh It turns out that Zhaoyu, you like this noodle man!

"By the way, Brother Deyiao, what's wrong with your face?" Zhaoyu stepped forward curiously, and Ming Tian also glanced at his face when he heard it.

But I saw that there was a very thin little wound on his face, which was very small, and he didn't even need to be bandaged.

"Oh, this one." De Yiao smiled slightly: "I took in an apprentice here, and he was accidentally scratched by him when he taught him to practice swords, it doesn't matter, it's a small injury." ”

Uh, no, what if this wound on your face is small, but it is infected? Just in case, I suggest you go to the urology department for a check-up.

In other words, although the name Deyi Ao sounds quite dick, it always feels a little strange... Wait, do you say...... Deyi Proud... Take?! Wow [beep], even the name is pinyin!!

De Yiao turned his head, came to Ming Tian in a few steps, and said without humility or arrogance: "Hello Lord Junma, my name is De Yiao, dare to ask the surname Gao." ”

Mingtian complained too violently in his heart, and his face was a little cramped.

"Hello cock face... Uh, no, Brother Deyi, my name is Ming Tian, Ming of Hanging Explosion, Hanging Explosion Tian. ”

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