The brain capacity of the barbarians is stuffed with muscles. Whenever they rushed to the market, it was a feast for the hyena-like merchants.

On Exchange Square, a large number of barbarians poured in. In the eyes of the merchants, they are moving silver thalers.

Most of the barbarians traded with familiar merchants. Only around a few strange young faces will a large number of enthusiastic businessmen like salesmen gather.

Peddling, selling, bartering, the "whooshing" of silver thalers, the hidden laughter of merchants, and the honest laughter of barbarians all came together to bring infinite vitality to the city

A remote corner, as if isolating the joy of the city, seems out of place.

The tanned sand rhino boots make a "da-da" footstep sound on the bluestone ground. On the slightly bald head, there are large beads of sweat like soybeans, which can't be wiped clean.

His eyes followed the owner back and forth, constantly looking around the corner, as if he was waiting for someone.

The palms and backs of his hands were constantly clapping anxiously, and it seemed that the middle-aged man was in a bad mood.

The tongue was bitter, licked and licked the mouth full of bubbles, and retracted uncomfortably into the mouth. Crouff felt like his throat was stuffed with lime powder, and his hoarse voice made his facial features uncomfortably huddled together: "Why haven't you come yet?" Not yet!! Like her husband waiting outside the delivery room, Kluff was sweating and her lips were dry, like two dried sausages.

The family business, seeing that it was crumbling, Crouff was worthy of being a self-made man, and immediately gave up all his interests to cash out. Prepare to make a lot of money on this barbarian gathering.

Through various channels, Crouff contacts the leader of a large tribe and prepares to make a deal with him. But until almost noon, the agreed connector still did not appear, making him like an ant on a hot pot.

The connector didn't come, but saw a figure that looked like his daughter.

Crouff was in a hurry, and from a distance, he shouted at the back of the man in simple clothes: "Cordel, is that you?" ”

When the figure heard this, it turned back, and it was his daughter.

When Cordel saw her father's appearance, she was immediately startled and trotted over: "Father, what's wrong with you?!" "My father looked like a wolf, like a gambler who stayed up late, and his eyes were a little red. The mouth full of bubbles made Cordell look very distressed.

Crouff glanced at his daughter, and his voice was full of the majesty of an elder: "Why are you here?" Didn't you go to your uncle's house? As he spoke, Crouff glanced at Rick next to him, and his brows furrowed inadvertently: "Who is he?" Hurrying to get angry, Kruf lost the demeanor of a big family, like a father who caught his daughter secretly dating, and his tone was a little gunpowdery.

Seeing her father's bad tone, Cordel knew that he must be in a hurry about business. He immediately explained to Rick, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rick, my father" The look of sincere fear made Crouff, who had lost his mind, angry at once.

"I told you a long time ago that you are not allowed to make friends with the opposite sex too early, have you forgotten?" After all, Crouff is an adult, and even if he is in a hurry, he swallows the "mud legs" that came to his mouth.

Cordel is also anxious, Rick is a mysterious wizard, who knows if the other party will curse his father or something like that because he is rude.

"Oh, you're a fast runner! I almost lost it!! The old ghost panted and came to Rick's side with a grumbling face.

Crouff was teaching his daughter a lesson, and when he saw the old man speaking rudely, he was even more displeased, and pulled his daughter aside.

Inadvertently, his gaze swept over the old man's face, and Crouff suddenly paused. Slowly walking up to the old ghost, Kluf looked up and down like appreciating antiques, and carefully looked at the old ghost: "Are you called Suchaharcan?" Crouff's voice was a little uncertain, the memory was too long, but the other party's iconic fat silkworm eyebrows were impressive.

The old ghost saw that he met an acquaintance, although he didn't have any impression of Kluff, but the old face was still smeared with honey, and he smiled enthusiastically: "Yes, people are old, and their memory is not good, where have we met?" ”

When Crouff saw the old ghost admit it, he didn't speak, and punched the old ghost in the face.

The old ghost let out an "oops", covering his eyes, looking puzzled.

"Why are you hitting me?"

"You slept with my mother."

"Your Mother Is"

"A widow in Daoxiang Village."

The old ghost tried to remember for a long time, and he didn't remember the widow's name, but she did seem to have a young son. I remember that the other party raised his small fist and said that he wanted to beat himself.

"It's you, little ghost, your mother now"

"Bump"

Another punch, the red-eyed Crouff, scuffled with the old ghost.

"Gee, why do you keep saying hello to my crotch?"

Crouff didn't speak, and buried himself in the beating. It seems that the memories of childhood are not very good.

Cordelle is going crazy, and her father is like a scoundrel, twisting with the old guy, making her lose face.

Rick smiled and stepped forward to pull the two apart.

The old ghost's face was bruised and swollen, and his old face rose up like a face. Crouff was just as wolf-browning, with dust and confetti all over his clothes.

The two of them stared at each other, and the tips of the needles were on the wheat mang.

Crouff rolled up his sleeves, looking unprepared to give up. The nightmare of childhood is finally coming to an end today.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Crouff?" The voice was thick and deep, like a wooden stick stirring. is obviously full of wildness, but he insists on bringing a few points of the philistine of the merchants of the copper plate city, which seems very incongruous.

It felt like a farmer, wearing a luxurious suit, and still couldn't hide the smell of mud on his body.

The person who came was dressed in a tight extravagant suit, like a large chimpanzee. The slightly tight hem of the luxury dress exposes the thick calves like two cement pillars.

Under the uncoordinated sleeve, you can see a large area of long black curly hair on the wrist. His shoulders shrunk hard, still moaning and moaning, as if he was going to burst this expensive luxury dress in the next moment.

Trying to pull the cuffs that exposed the fine needle and thread, the person who came pretended to bend down elegantly, but there was a muffled sound of "Zila" in the waist, and the luxury clothes finally couldn't bear his "elegant" movements, and cracked an ugly gap, making his face red.

When Crouff saw the visitor, the expression on his face suddenly became enthusiastic, and even the childhood nightmare was still on the side: "Oops, you're finally here, I've been waiting for a long time." ”