readx;?“ What's wrong? The Abyss Hunter stepped out of the carriage and subconsciously tightened his shirt. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo√

Fang Fan said sourly: "You're quite comfortable?"

The Abyss Demon Hunter smiled: "It's okay, it's okay."

Fang Fan suppressed the thought of pressing the face of the abyss demon hunter into the soil, and said, "You send them back to Wang's house, and I'll go to Zhubu Village to have a look."

The Abyss Demon Hunter was puzzled: "Zhubu Village?"

"Sister Gui'er also has a twin brother, and I suspect he might be the next target." Fang Fan subconsciously looked at Sister Gui'er who was looking up, and hurriedly covered her eyes and retracted her head.

The Abyss Demon Hunter's reaction to Fang Fan was very strange, and he also followed Fang Fan's previous line of sight, but the next moment, he immediately covered his eyes with both hands, turned his head to Fang Fan, and shouted: "Don't look at incivility, don't look at incivility."

"Alright." Fang Fan patted the abyss demon hunter on the shoulder, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'm leaving."

"You wait, you wait." The Abyss Demon Hunter hurriedly grabbed Fang Fan's sleeve, dragged Fang Fan, who was about to snatch up, and said, "After I send them back, I will go to Zhubu Village to find you?"

Fang Fan thought for a while and said, "I don't know when she will do it, if there is a situation, let's fly pigeons and pass the book."

Abyss nodded, loosened Fang Fan's sleeves, and said, "That's fine."

A wicked smile appeared on Fang Fan's face again, and he said, "Then I'll leave it to you here, do it well."

With that, he lightly touched his toes on the plank, and the man flew out like a lark.

"You ......" Before the abyss demon hunter's words were finished, Fang Fan had already become a black spot, the abyss demon hunter sat down and held the reins with a long sigh, his shoulders collapsed, but in the next second, after catching a glimpse of the hairy feet beside him, he immediately straightened his back and sat upright.

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It was already dawn, Fang Fan was sitting in the open-air bun shop opposite the chicken feather shop, and he was using chopsticks to pick up the soup dumplings in the drawer and stuff them into his mouth.

Picking up the last bun, the door panel of the chicken feather shop was removed, and the chicken feather shop only used two simple door panels as a gate, which were removed in the morning for other uses, and installed in the evening to protect them from the wind and cold, of course, such a gate would collapse with a little force, but presumably no one would come to a place crowded with poor ghosts to steal property.

The door of the chicken feather shop opened, and a group of people also rushed out, walking in front of a bearded man with a broken bowl in his hand, followed by a thin and short white-faced young man, and behind these two people, there were beggars, old people selling sugar gourds, and people in the streets.

Out of the chicken feather shop, everyone dispersed, the bearded man led the white-faced young man straight to the bun shop, the bearded man and Sister Gui'er are seven or eight points similar, in the cold winter, he is still wearing a single clothes, as if he can't feel the cold of the weather at all.

The bearded man found a table with no one to sit down at random, took a handful in the arms of the white-faced young man, threw away his hand, and the two copper plates swayed and lay on the table.

"Old man Li, put on two drawers of hot buns, and two bowls of soy milk!" The bearded man's voice was as deep and powerful as striking a bell.

"Okay......" The owner of the steamed bun shop agreed, and two drawers of steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk have been put on the table.

Different from the soup dumplings that Fang Fan ate, there were five fist-sized vegetable buns in the drawer of the bearded man, and ordinary people would be full after eating two, but he asked for two full cages.

From the bearded man and the white-faced young man walked out of the chicken feather shop, Fang Fan kept watching them, these two people were indeed a little strange, obviously the money for eating the bag was from the arms of the white-faced young man, but the white-faced young man kept standing with his head down, and he didn't dare to sit down at all, and the bearded man who put his legs on the bench had no intention of letting the white-faced young man sit down.

"Brother Hong, or the old rules?" The owner of the steamed bun shop walked to the table of the bearded man with a spoon full of soy milk, and asked with a smile.

Brother Hong was busy eating buns, and directly smashed the broken bowl at hand in front of the boss of the bun shop, the bottom of the bowl was full of dirt, obviously it had not been brushed for a long time, this kind of thing Brother Hong seemed to do often, as soon as the bowl was lost, the boss of the bun shop understood, the steaming soybean milk was poured into the broken bowl, and a layer of oil splashed suddenly came up from the bottom of the bowl.

"Hmm." Brother Hong nodded, and showed a look that was interesting to the owner of the bun shop, and then, grabbing his chest, a few fallen chest hairs were thrown into the broken bowl, and then the broken bowl full of soy milk was thrown to the ground, and he didn't speak, just mouthed at the white-faced young man Nunu.

The white-faced young man didn't speak, he knelt on the ground silently, buried his face in the bowl, and ****ed up like a dog.

"Hmm......" Brother Hong patted the white-faced young man's head with satisfaction, picked up another vegetable bag and threw it into the bowl.

The soy milk splashed everywhere and also splashed on the face of the white-faced young man, the soy milk had just been scooped up from the pot, and it was naturally hot, but the white-faced young man seemed to feel no pain, his teeth bit the vegetable bag, and he swallowed it in a big gulp.

Fang Fan also appeared again, the white-faced young man's face had many scars the size of beans, both old and new, and now he was splashed by the hot soy milk, and a few small blisters were added.

The surrounding diners seem to have been accustomed to Brother Hong'er's approach, they looked at the white-faced young man twice, and then withdrew their gaze, silently eating the buns on the dinner table, of course, there are also people who can't bear it, but they can't take care of their own affairs, and how can they have any spare time to take care of others, after all, it is not their own family affairs, and if they don't care about it, they can have less right and wrong.

Fang Fan was about to stand up, but saw that the owner of the bun shop waved his hand to him, and signaled a silent action, Fang Fan thought about it, and sat back on the bench, after all, it was a newcomer, I don't know the reason for the matter, so don't meddle casually, if Brother Hong and the white-faced young man are willing to do it, then isn't it boring for him to make a move?

This is an insult, but some people like to play this kind of tune, Fang Fan remembers that in reality, there are men who are shopping with a woman on a dog leash, and people like to play like this, what tricks do you have?

It didn't take long for Brother Hong to finish eating the buns, drank the soy milk in one gulp, patted the white-faced young man's head and said, "Let's go, Yu Ji."

Yu Ji still didn't speak, silently got up from the ground, patted the soil on his knees, and followed Brother Hong'er.

Fang Fan watched the two leave, and the owner of the bun shop walked to his table and sat down, and said, "Is it the first time for the guest officer to come to Zhubu?"

Fang Fan nodded and said, "Is it that the people who live in Zhubu are used to seeing this kind of thing?"

The owner of the bun shop took out the old cigarette pouch pinned to his waist, took a few puffs, and said: "It's been half a month, maybe you think we are too ruthless, and no one cares about this kind of thing, but you only see the surface and don't understand the reason." (To be continued.) )