Why is this young master beating me?

The woman thought so, but when she reached out and touched the piece that had smashed her forehead, she was stunned.

It's still the same sentence, eye-catching.

The woman thinks that this young master can't be a slave in the picture, right?

A wink was thrown over, and Zhang Hui's body shook a few times, and there was a fire, and there was no head and no one scurrying around.

Although the woman was smashed on the forehead by gold, the shallow blood marks made him animalistic, but in the end he still held back, because he felt that this kind of goods were no longer worthy of him, he wanted a virgin, and he had to be famous, for example, a new flower house was recently opened in the southern district of Dragon Bone City, and the girl in charge was a chick, and she didn't sell her body.

What does it mean not to sell yourself, that is the gold is not in place, Zhang Hui thought, I will have to deal with her when I go back.

But in fact, people just don't sell themselves. Compared with money and power, the latter is always more convincing than the former, Zhang Hui has endless gold, but he does not have a little bit of full strength, corrupting his conscience and bullying the people is his limit, if he dares to fight in front of the prince's children, he will be imprisoned and his property will be confiscated.

It is under this gap that Hua Dan has never been tilted by power, she just likes to sing and talk about music for others, and she wants listeners who understand her, not prostitutes who look up and down her body when listening to the piano.

Of course, Zhang Hui didn't know about these, and he hadn't been exposed to such a high stage. I don't know if there is a kind of person who is born with a temperament that can only be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed, and that woman is, it is said that since her appearance, how many princes and princes have pursued it hard, and people have not said that they have taken the initiative to stammer.

The gap between people and people lies in this, some are born in the mud but are not demonic, and some are born in the lotus platform, but they are filthy.

Zhang Hui, he was born in filth, he has always been filthy, dirty inside and out, and there is no help......

There is little gossip, and it is said that he was full of red light along the way, and when he saw some wonderful women, he threw gold and silver, and when he saw some merchants, he stopped to talk with people, and it was not words that were talked about, but money.

Because it was already evening when he came out, it was just two hours later, and he had to throw away 10,000 taels of gold in vain along the way, but it didn't matter, he didn't care, yes, what did he care about that.

When night came, the sky was dark and sunk, but Zhang Hui wondered whether to continue on his journey.

This is by no means a matter of his loyalty to others, but he feels that the post station in front of him is a bit broken, which is not in line with his status as a rich man.

Ah, it's a mess here, there are everyone, you look at the vulgar man who picks his feet, and then look at the vulgar fans who don't know who are being wrapped up and are scratching themselves, and over there, the old farmer with his granddaughter, what kind of people are these, and their identities are too humble.

Do they have money?

Zhang Hui still asked himself when he thought so.

Hehe, they don't, I'm afraid not only no, but I've never seen one-ten-thousandth of the money in the uncle's bag!

Glancing at the running hall with disdain, Zhang Hui came to the ability, "You, just you, come and come." ”

"What does this lord command? "After the normal working hours, I was full of displeasure, although there was nothing wrong with the name on my lips, but the tone was really not good.

"Why do you talk to the master, palm!" Zhang Hui raised his eyes and crossed his face, and he was about to be angry.

He was angry, but he didn't beat people, this was not that he was civilized, but he felt that with his current status, he couldn't beat people himself, otherwise it would be too cheap.

"Why are you so crazy, you say that you will slap your mouth, why?" This running hall is not very old, and his temper is quite stinky.

Zhang Hui is not happy, what kind of thing, dare to shout at Lao Tzu?

"Come, come, call your treasurer out. Zhang Hui put his leg on the stool and yelled.

"It's out. Runtang glanced at him in disgust, and said: "If you want to eat, hurry up, if you want to stay in the hotel, hurry up and book, if you find fault, believe it or not, the master will smoke you." ”

it!

Zhang Huiteng stood up, I said why is this kid so presumptuous, it turns out that the shopkeeper can't work hard when he goes out, right, of course, this is secondary, he dares to talk to the uncle like this, is his head kicked by the donkey, and then flattened by the door?

Seeing Zhang He stand up, the trotting hall was not to be outdone, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and put on a posture on the spot.

The posture is good-looking, the lower end is solid, and the upper end also has a little bit of agility, which looks like it has been practiced.

Zhang He was instigated, he might not be able to beat this kid if he really did it, even if he practiced, he had many years of experience in street fighting, and he also had a way to win.

But he can't fight, there is no need to say that he loses, even if it is a tie, he will lose his face.

Bah.

On the spot, a thousand taels of gold tickets were lined up on the table, Zhang Hui looked around with a smug face, and said: "Everyone, this trotting hall should be a father and mother who died at a young age, no one cares about it and no one teaches it, I, Zhang Ye, am benevolent and righteous, I can't see it today, I think that the child will be abolished after not teaching, and he will be a scum when he grows up." Here, there are 1,000 taels of gold tickets, Antai Money, Nandi Tong, whoever helps me teach him how to respect his elders, whoever takes this money. ”

Zhang Hui used to be a street ruffian, and these words are quite a kind of Jianghu style, and then he waited for the gang in the house to squeeze their heads to grab the golden ticket.

According to his analysis, everyone will scramble to grab the golden ticket, and if they can't grab it, they will take the lead in the trotting hall, intending to hit someone first, and then come over to receive the reward, which is called cash on delivery.

However, what he expected did not happen, not that no one grabbed the golden ticket, but that no one dared to move.

Because I don't know when, Zhang Hui suddenly occupied a person behind him, this person was a middle-aged man, and when he saw it, he called out to the shopkeeper.

Oh, it's the shopkeeper back.

Seeing that this means is still a metaphysical cultivation, there is a bit of a headache, and the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him.

"You are the shopkeeper, how can you discipline the hall, scold me, and beat me, I am here to eat and stay in the hotel, not to be angry. Zhang Hui is also smart and knows that he can't beat others, but he can also analyze what kind of person the other party is through some things in the shopkeeper.

A Xuan Xiu, in this troubled world, is the time to show his skills, but he is hiding here to open a small post station, coming and going to earn a few copper plates, either depressed and discouraged, or there is something wrong, in short, this person is definitely the kind of person who fades out of the rivers and lakes, has strong forbearance, and will not do it easily.

The stories he heard from Mr. Storyteller were like this, every time he mingled with the children and eavesdropped, after being revealed, the old storyteller would say that he was also such a person, and he didn't bother to do anything to him.

It probably is. This man should be too.

However, things were different from what he had envisioned again, and the shopkeeper didn't say anything, smiled, and then gave him a slap in the face.

This slap directly fanned him out of the middle of the hall, and when he got up, he felt that his eyeballs were about to pop out, his mouth was salty, sweet, and a mouthful of old blood with a few front teeth.

"You dare to hit me?" Zhang Hui was stubble, and took out another golden ticket as he spoke, this time it was 10,000 taels.

"Believe it or not, I hired someone to kill you all, is Xuan Xiu amazing?" he roared again, and his voice gradually became smaller and quieter halfway through the roar, almost like a rattling mouth.

Because the shopkeeper looked at him again, and by the way, he also squeezed his fist a few times, rattling, but crisp.

"Okay, you remember to me, one day, if you don't open this small grave, Zhang Ye will have your surname!" Zhang Hui pointed to the post station and yelled in his heart.

However, at this moment, several figures appeared behind him, and this time, the sword light was dazzling, snow-white......

Although it was night, there were lanterns at the entrance of the inn, and the light of the big lantern was not very bright, but it was enough to reflect the light in this dim night.

The snow-white blade was as if it had just been opened, and under the dim red light of the lantern, a bright light was refracted and flashed through the eyes of the middle-aged shopkeeper standing at the door of the post station.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

Zhang Hui doesn't have much ability, and he is not a particularly clever person, but he still has a little cleverness and cleverness, otherwise how could he survive until now in the streets of Dragon Bone City. You must know that he is not only the kind of character who shrinks back when something happens, and rushes forward when he sees a bargain, he is also a bad master who can stab his brother twice for money.

He was able to survive, from his childhood to Mao'er, luck accounted for a certain component, but a big reason was his little cleverness.

For example, the moment when the knife flashed and the shopkeeper covered his eyes, he immediately threw himself forward, fell to the ground and quickly got up, and rushed to the inn.

Behind him, a steel knife slashed into the air.

"Hey, it's a thief. The man with the knife sneered and sneered, and then he didn't rush into the house to arrest Zhang Hui, but looked inside and out at the people who were watching the excitement before.

"Are you the shopkeeper?" asked the knife-wielding man with a bright knife pointing at the middle-aged shopkeeper of the post station, and his tone was very arrogant.

"Yes, do you want to play a sharp game or live in a hotel?" The shopkeeper did not panic, and asked back, polite and courteous.

The gangster who seeks money and kills is in front of him, and the steel knife is clearly pointing at the head, the shopkeeper is not in a hurry, and he looks calm, such a person is definitely not a good person, either he has the ability under his hands, or there is a background behind him, in short, all the characters who have been crawling and fighting on the rivers and lakes should understand this truth.

But the guy with the knife doesn't care about this set, the steel knife is a wide-backed nine-ring big knife, and as soon as it shakes off, it makes a loud noise, which looks violent, so afraid of people.

"Get out of the way, Lao Tzu neither hits the tip nor lives in the store, Lao Tzu is here to kill!" the man with the knife scolded angrily, and a mouthful of foaming stars spewed out several feet away.

"Killing people is nothing more than seeking money, so let's talk about the number first. The shopkeeper was still not panicked, and asked calmly.

"Hey, that's interesting. The man with the knife laughed, laughed to himself for a while, and then said: "Lao Tzu is called the Death Knife, and it is transparent inside and out in this piece, I haven't seen you as the number one, report a number?"

"This master said with a smile, a small business, an idle person, how can he have a name. Although the shopkeeper said this, his tone was neither arrogant nor humble, and the guests who were eating in the inn secretly shouted hello.

"Don't talk to Lao Tzu, what do you mean, you want to help him buy his life?" The fatal knife pointed at Zhang Hui, who was hiding in the house and was about to pee, but it was the shopkeeper who rushed and said loudly.

"This is the post station I opened, and I should ensure that the guests are thorough, but I can't afford to offend you, so I ask you to make a price, don't be too desperate, and I will admit it." "The shopkeeper is still calm, it stands to reason that he just doesn't care about this matter and no one will say anything, what should the business be like in the future. What's more, his business is not good in the first place, and those who often take this trip should know that when the business is strong, there are only seven or eight tables, and when it is bad, it is not a lie.

Normally, that's what it is today, two or three tables, seven or eight people.

Living by this, and invited a bad temper, who doesn't seem to be very sensible, no matter who looks at it, he can't mix a few coppers all year round, and now he has to help the person who had a holiday with him just now to buy his life, what a noble virtue this must be.

All the diners felt that they should try to rush here as dark as possible in the future, and would rather delay the first day's itinerary, at least follow the footing and live in peace. In addition, there are ulterior motives, and they have begun to calculate in their hearts when they will blackmail the shopkeeper's vote, and find a few people to come over and play a chase and kill drama, and then sit back and wait for the dividends, which is simple and fast, and the problem can still be used for a long time.

Just imagine, whose family's hatred is to the point of chasing and killing, and it can be stopped if it doesn't work once, so you can't think of trying to chase and kill, and the person who was hunted down was saved here, and he should be grateful, and he will take care of business in the future. This has a motive for coming often, and a reason for the pursuer to come to the door a second time.

In fact...... At this moment, Zhang Hui also had this idea in his heart.

Gossip is not mentioned, and said that the shopkeeper is not surprised, and he deals with the gangsters in a few words, and the gangsters are a little anxious, you say that it is too easy to open a small shop in these years or what, how can you see the gangsters who seek money and kill people don't seem afraid of that at all!

This is too disrespectful of the profession of the brothers, and there is no such despised one.

The shopkeeper of the post station, stopped at the door to play that Raushzi and his husband, and he was about to retreat from the enemy in a few words, and he was naïve to think about it!

The fatal knife came up from his throat and took a mouthful of sticky phlegm, and with the sudden force of the two cheeks, he slammed it out. At that moment, a round, sticky thing flew out.

The speed is very fast, and it is going to the face of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper didn't speak, someone wanted to remind him but didn't dare to speak, after all, they are serious businessmen, and there are old mothers, wives and children at home who need to serve themselves.

Silence. There was not the slightest sound in the field, only the sound of the spit getting louder and louder.