Not to mention Shen Sanshou happily went to his small place to inquire about the news.

After Zhang Xiaotian sent away a few thieves, he sat alone in the box for a while, drank a pot of tea, and then patted himself and stood up.

Walking out of the small teahouse, Zhang Xiaotian wandered on the street for a while, and turned into a small alley on Balan Street.

The alley was a cul-de-sac, with a wooden door at the innermost point and two black hoops that served as handles.

Zhang Xiaotian walked to the wooden door, lifted the black iron ring and knocked it five times, three long and two short, and then stood there and waited quietly.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps, creak, and the wooden door was opened a crack, and a vigilant eye was revealed.

"It's me." Zhang Xiaotian said in a hoarse voice.

"Why are you here, Uncle is already waiting." A crisp sound rang out, and the wooden door was pulled open.

A girl in Tsing Yi stood in the door, looking at Zhang Xiaotian with some anger.

"You always have to be careful on the road, so it's delayed." Zhang Xiaotian said unhurriedly, and the person also walked in with the voice, not caring about the girl's angry gaze at all, but looking at the small courtyard in front of him.

The yard is indeed a small yard, but it is very exquisite, and there is no exquisite arrangement, but it is better than simple and simple, and it is generous, not to win by ingenuity, but to the beauty of nature.

In the center of the courtyard is a small pavilion, which is hidden by a few pine trees, looming, and a rockery between earth and stone leans in front of the pavilion, and the green vines hang on it, which has its own mountain and forest interest.

Walking in the direction of the pavilion behind the girl, Zhang Xiaotian took the opportunity to admire the graceful posture in front of him, the girl is not very old, but she is tall, only half a head shorter than the tall and thin Zhang Xiaotian, of course, at this time, Zhang Xiaotian, who collapsed his waist and shrunk in order to play Lao He, was half a head shorter than the woman.

The woman is wearing a green dress and green pants, the trousers completely wrap the girl's thighs and tun, and the straight, close-fitting and slightly elastic design shows that the thighs are round and full, extremely elastic, and the tun flesh trembles slightly as you walk.

For Zhang Xiaotian, who has never touched a woman since he crossed over, this is the best scenery, as for this exquisite courtyard, who cares!

Walking to the small pavilion, the woman turned around, and just saw Zhang Xiaotian's eyes down forty-five degrees, and suddenly showed disgust, snorted coldly in her nose, and walked past him with her head held high without looking at Zhang Xiaotian.

"Lao He, I'm smiling, my niece is young and ignorant, don't be surprised!"

A shrill and slightly female voice came from the pavilion, Zhang Xiaotian raised his eyes, and saw an old man in a black robe sitting in the pavilion looking at him with a smile.

This black-robed old man has a slightly chubby figure, a round face, a white face and no beard, and a pair of Danfeng eyes actually give people a feeling of amorous feelings.

Made, another old glass, no wonder he can mix with Lao He.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaotian was shocked, and suddenly felt a chill, these two people can't really be a "couple", then they can't play this play.

The black-robed old man saw Zhang Xiaotian standing outside the pavilion and didn't come in, he suddenly frowned, cocked the orchid finger in his right hand, pointed at Zhang Xiaotian and said, "You dead ghost, it's already too late, why can't you come yet?" ”

As he spoke, he stood up and greeted him warmly.

His steps were very strange, obviously standing behind the stone round table in the middle of the pavilion, but as soon as he took a step, the person bypassed the stone table and came to Zhang Xiaotian, and grabbed his hand before he could react.

What's even more "terrifying" is this old guy named, holding his right hand with one hand, and stroking the back of his hand with the other, and at the same time said coquettishly:

"You dead ghost, why don't you come in, I've waited for you for so long, and you haven't seen you for a few days and you're separated from someone else?"

Zhang Xiaotian was shocked in his heart, and he was terrified, and he couldn't resist the idea of withdrawing and the disgusting feeling in his heart, but he quietly pulled his right hand back, and said, ", let's get down to business!" ”

As he spoke, he quietly inserted his touched hand into the pocket of his clothes and rubbed it, and he was really disgusted.

Lao He, this damn guy, didn't even tell me that he had a leg with this nigger, Made, and blame me for not thinking about this at all, so I didn't ask about it, but who would have thought that there would be such a strange situation.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaotian withdrew his hand, the was not angry, and grabbed his arm and pulled him into the pavilion, "Let's go, I have prepared good wine and food, let's talk while eating." ”

Zhang Xiaotian wanted to hide, but the speed of this old glass was too fast, so he couldn't react at all.

This made him disgusted at the same time, but he was also vigilant in his heart, this old guy called "" was much stronger than Lao He.

The two sat down separately at the stone table, and sure enough, the wine and food on the table had been arranged, and the picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine for Zhang Xiaotian, and said with a smile: "You dead ghost, this is your favorite thirty-year-old sauce-flavored wine, try it." ”

Zhang Xiaotian picked up the wine glass and put it to his mouth, and instead of drinking it, he asked: ", I have done everything you explained, and there are indeed many outsiders recently, who are said to be members of the Goshawk Society." Who the hell is that Gong Jiu, and how could he provoke the Goshawk Society? I don't want to get into trouble. ”

The dough seemed to smile slightly, and glanced at Zhang Xiaotian obliquely, seeing that he had goosebumps, and then said: "What is the goshawk club, Lao He, how can I harm you!" ”

Then the painting style changed, and the wine in the cup was drained in one gulp, and the said with some resentment: "I know, you think I'm old, you like those young people with fine skin and tender meat, but how can they have my sincerity to you!" ”

Zhang Xiaotian tried his best not to show a disgusted expression, and took over the's previous words and asked: "What do you mean by the, 'What does the goshawk will count', this is one of the three major gangs, could it be that behind Gong Jiu is the Black Tiger Gang or the Blue Wolf Gang?" ”

The's resentful expression was closed, and he returned to a leisurely appearance, poured himself a glass of wine, and watched Zhang Xiaotian raise his glass without moving, "I said dead ghost, you drink it, this wine is specially prepared for you!" ”

Glancing at the wine glass, Zhang Xiaotian drank the wine without hesitation, and shook it at the, "Are you satisfied now?" ”

"Hee-hee, how's my wine?"

The looked at him with an expectant expression, as if he was waiting for Zhang Xiaotian's praise.

"The wine is good!" Zhang Xiaotian's words are not against his heart, and it is indeed a good wine.

"The wine is good, but what about the man?"

"I'm grass!" Zhang Xiaotian had already begun to scold his mother in his heart, but for the sake of intelligence, he endured it.

"People, people!"

"Can you talk about Gong Jiu now?"