Chapter 198 Martial Arts Conference 3
If Zhao Xu is a quasi-pit person, then he must pit people to the heartbeat, Gao Dynasty continues, if the people in the pit are unhappy, how can he be right to those who have been pitted, such as the former Jin Guo Liaoguo, and the current hotel
"The genre. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info" Zhao Xu said to his subordinates with a smile
"What does the prince command?"
"After they finish serving us food in the store, you get some laxatives, vomiting medicine, it's best to get some ecstasy or something, add it to the back kitchen, this dose, grasp it yourself, it's best to wait for us to finish eating, those people start to have seizures, we finish the bill and are just about to pay, they start to have a large-scale complete seizure, so that we can take the opportunity to take the opportunity to pat our butts and pull it off, remember, the time must be grasped well, this is the key." Zhao Xu said to Qu Feng
"Childe, look at it." Qu Feng didn't seem to be a good bird, and replied to Zhao with an evil smile
Zhao Xu's idea can't help but say that he is damaged, and it should be said that he is extremely damaged, and all these guys in the room who are used to seeing blood and death, thinking of the scene of Zhao Xu running up and down, pouring thousands of miles, they can't stop covering their stomachs, mouths and stomachs, and even the chrysanthemums that are squatting on the pit in their imagination and are destroyed by the torrent of artillery fire are also tightly clamped
As an emperor, to be able to dig such a yin pit, Zhao Xu has indeed achieved something that has never been seen before or since
Sure enough, Zhao Xu and the others' meals came up quickly, and every dish was indeed available, but as for the quality and quantity of each dish, it was really not flattering, and it could only be regarded as barely edible. If nothing else, just take the roast suckling pig as an example, one person and a small plate, this is considered a suckling pig. The quantity is small, the pattern is insufficient, and the taste is average, Zhao Xu and his party didn't say much, and hurriedly finished eating (liao), but when checking out, the pit dug by Zhao Xu in advance showed its huge effect
"Son, the calculation time should be almost the same." Qu Feng said to Zhao Xu, who was tasting the boiled water specially provided in this restaurant
"Oh, huh? Let's go, let's go down and see the excitement. Zhao Xu said with a toothpick in his mouth and a squirming expression
"Guest officer, thanks to your patronage, a total of one hundred and thirty two hundred and seven dollars and five cents, a fraction of which will save you effort, even if it is a discount given to you by the small store, you can give one hundred and thirty taels." The shopkeeper of the hotel had a kind smile on his face, like a blooming chrysanthemum, and his beard shook as if he couldn't take care of Zhao Xu and his party.
"The price is very fair, this money is really not much, pay the bill." When Zhao Xu was about to pretend to pay the bill, the whole hotel began to play like the national anthem of Fusang in later generations, low, long, long, and extremely foul smell, yes, foul smell, the whole hotel seemed to fall into a dung pit all at once, and was instantly wrapped in the stench
"What's going on, Xiao Er, let's see what's going on, why are you so short-sighted, hey, all the guest officers, all the guest officers, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry......"
"Big brother, big brother, what's wrong with you, wake up......" At this time, the various ingredients that Qu Feng added to their meals began to attack on a large scale
"Boss, this is poisonous, vomit ......"
"*** Whoever is in the thatched house, hurry up and give Lao Tzu out, Lao Tzu is about to pull his crotch ......"
"Ge Laozi, this is a black shop, the brothers smashed it for the old man, you smash it first, I'll go to the thatched house to ...... first"
All kinds of chaotic sounds seem to hear the horn of the charge at the same time, constantly appearing in this pit daddy's restaurant, one after another, the sound is endless, the shopkeeper and all the guys in this store, all of them are apologizing to the diners who are starting to have a seizure, who will pay attention to this line of unscrupulous people at the door.
"Go, go, go, go, go, let the owner of this shop go back and cry to himself, hehehe" Zhao Xu whispered to his group to slip away, while constantly looking back at the movement in the hotel, uh...... Judging from the current state, this place can no longer be simply called a hotel, it should be renamed "public toilet restaurant" is not more appropriate, of course, the fee is also very expensive ~ Dakeng is also very deep ~ "Hahaha, see if he dares to continue to trick people in the future." Zhao Xu and his entourage laughed unscrupulously
"Son, your trick is really bad enough." Wu Song's fart hurriedly patted and said
"Erlang, how do you speak, where is this trick called bad, this is called wonderful, incomparable, this has to be called wonderful." Fang Kong's sycophants were more profound, and they were very enlightening to Wu Song
"Son, I've walked around the streets, I've eaten dinner, we should find an inn to settle in." Chu Luli reminded Zhao Xu and said
"Well, Iron Tiger, let's arrange it."
"There is an inn run by our intelligence officer in front of Childe, let's go and settle down there."
"If that's the case, then it's decided"
When they arrived at the inn, everything was naturally arranged by Tiehu, and after the joint code, the shopkeeper personally took Zhao Xu and his party to a courtyard with a single courtyard, which was naturally where they lived temporarily for the past few days. After Tiehu's secret prompt, the shopkeeper naturally knew that the young man in blue in front of him was the current emperor of the empire, and as soon as the group sat down, the innkeeper hurriedly put away a smile on his face full of anger and wealth, and instantly changed into a shrewd and capable, cunning fox appearance
"Minister, the intelligence station of the CIA's Songshan area is under the control of Liu Qingshan, see Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live."
"Get up."
"Long live thanks."
"Let's talk about the current situation of the Jianghu martial arts sect or group in the area of Shaomu Mountain." Zhao Xu also took off his disguised mask, and the temperament on Zhao Xu's body at this time instantly became a kind of kingly bearing that was above tens of thousands of people
"Long live Huiyu, in order to welcome the convening of the martial arts, to this day, the Dragon and Tiger Sect, the Huashan faction, the Hengshan faction, the Qingcheng faction, the Hengshan faction, the Taishan faction, the Kunlun faction, the Kongtong faction, the Songshan faction, the Yema Hall, the Tianfeng Pavilion, the Baixiao Building, the Ziyuan Villa, the Taihu Villa and other more than 20 major sects have all gathered in Shaomu Mountain, and many small martial arts groups and even individuals have almost all arrived."
"How many people have come from all the sects combined, and how are they equipped with force?"
"All the sects add up to about six hundred people in total, and the weapons are just some ordinary weapons in the market." (To be continued.) )