"Bring it on." A mature and steady voice came from the lobby.

followed the boy into the lobby and found that it was full of men sitting inside.

This made Lin Xingyu feel like he was being pressed into the hall as a prisoner for trial.

After Lin Xingyu entered, a pair of big smart eyes turned around, and began to look at the men in the lobby.

Sitting at the top was a black-faced man in his thirties, his eyebrows were resolute and handsome, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword unsheathed, as if he could see everything.

Leaning down slightly, there are elegant men with similar temperaments sitting on the left and right.

The person on the left was dressed in a black-bottomed gossip robe, and there was a snow-white whisk lying in the crook of his arm.

The person on the right is dressed in snow and has black hair, and a chicken feather fan seems to have spirituality in his hand, and he is supported by his immortal temperament.

At the bottom, two rows of wooden chairs are arranged in a row, leaving a passage in the middle.

The left and right rows of wooden chairs were full of people, some as tall as giants, some as short as dwarfs, some as thin as bamboo poles, and some as strong as bears.

The only thing they have in common is that each of them has a murderous aura that is intimidating.

"The owner of the village!" Lin Xingyu was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed slightly.

Regarding her attitude, everyone present was a little surprised.

After all, whether it is a man or a woman, without exception, when they see them, these people will show a timid and cowardly appearance, or they will pretend to be calm.

But the woman looked at her with a calm demeanor, as if they were no different from the common people who kept to themselves in her eyes.

Her calmness and calmness are the temperament revealed in her bones, not the falsehood that she deliberately pretends.

"Which of the Vantone darts are you?" The owner of the village sat in a high position with his back straight, which invisibly gave people a strong sense of oppression.

There are a total of four masters in the Wantong Dart Bureau, three men and one woman, as long as you inquire a little, you can know.

However, the only woman among the four is over forty years old this year, and although she is still glamorous and beautiful, she can never be a teenage girl.

Lin Xingyu raised his lips and smiled: "I am the third master who is still in the pending." ”

"TBD?" A dwarf man who looked like a mouse on the wooden chair at the bottom asked suspiciously.

"It's just that you haven't sat in that position yet, and it's very likely that you'll be in that position, it's called pending." Lin Xingyu explained.

"Poof......."

"Haha......"

A few hearty laughs rang out from different positions.

"Little girl, you mean, you're nothing now?" Brother Zhuzhu asked with a smile.

Lin Xingyu thought about it seriously: "Strictly speaking, I'm just a common person now. ”

"And what is the purpose of your trip?" The teenager who brought her in asked.

Lin Xingyu replied naturally: "I persuade you to return the lost darts of the Wantong Dart Bureau." ”

Suddenly, the laughter was still, suffocating for a long time, and louder fragmentary laughter came out of their mouths.

"Just you? A little girl who is nothing? The owner's eyes were still sharp, but his eyebrows were relaxed, and there was a hidden smile on his face.

Lin Xingyu stood proudly, and his voice was loud: "Just by me, as a condition, I can persuade the government to remove the monitoring of Nanshan, and even find an official position for you." ”

"Hahahaha!"

This time it wasn't bits and pieces of laughter, but the laughter of the audience.

Some even burst into tears with laughter.

Even the eyes of the "two generals" sitting on the left and right sides of the village owner were smiling.

Lin Xingyu didn't think it was funny, but she was secretly suspicious in her heart.

Although the Nanshan thieves are all ruthless outlaws, they are not bad people from the beginning, but they were persecuted and hunted down by others, and they were forced to Nanshan when they couldn't survive.

is very similar to the heroes of Liangshan in the Water Margin, deep down they don't want to be bandits for the rest of their lives, and they don't want future generations to continue their mistakes.

They also have ambitions, and they also have the idea of serving the country loyally, and they hope that they can be famous for eternity and bless their descendants, rather than leaving a stench for thousands of years.

But when she said the word "official position", they laughed disdainfully.

"Little girl, do you think we are rare for that bullshit official position?" The dwarf man walked up to her with short legs: "I don't know how free we are to be the king of the mountain on this South Mountain, why should we be bound by the pedantic rules of those literati?" ”

Lin Xingyu nodded approvingly: "If it were me, I would not want to bow down to others, and it is the king to establish myself as a king without constraints." ”

Now the laughter really stopped.

"If I can, I also want to join you, rob the rich and help the poor, punish the evil and promote the good, you are a first-class hero, you are really a good man, not a thief, the government should praise you, not suppress, everyone sitting here should get a medal."

Her voice is inspiringly sonorous, shockingly penetrating.

Although this group of people robbed homes and houses everywhere, they robbed traitors and villains, and beat corrupt officials and corrupt officials.

They are doing good, but they are being promoted by some people with heads and faces as bandits and thieves who kill people without blinking.

"What is a medal?" After a long silence, the bamboo pole chest asked in a low voice.

Lin Xingyu's eyes froze, he didn't expect him to be so "affectionately interpreted", but he didn't grasp the point.

"The medal is an honor, the highest honor, even if you die, it will be remembered for a hundred years." Her hard explanation.

This sentence blurted out, and there was a burst of silence.

"Who instigated you to say that?" The face of the owner of the village was solemn, and his eyes were as aggressive as a cold arrow shooting at the thin woman standing in the center of the field.

Lin Xingyu looked at the owner of the village fearlessly: "I just said what the people were thinking, why do I need to be instigated by others?" ”

"Who are you?" The owner of the village maintained a posture from beginning to end, and the sharp light in his eyes did not decrease.

Lin Xingyu gritted his teeth and endured the overwhelming sense of oppression, trying to keep his voice calm.

"I am a barren person in Kyoto South Street, surnamed Lin Xingyu, because of this face, others call me a clown, and the owner of the village can go to South Street to inquire if he doesn't believe it."

The clown's real name is Li Sanya, because she has a yin and yang face, so everyone calls her a clown or an ugly girl.

Over time, no one remembered her real name.

"Since it's an ordinary person, how can it have anything to do with the Wantong Dart Bureau?" The voice of the owner of the village exudes an inescapable majesty.

Lin Xingyu smiled reluctantly: "Don't hide it from you, General Ye and I have kindness, now the Ye family is wrongfully imprisoned, and they will be beheaded after the autumn, I don't want my benefactor to die, so I can only find a way to get in touch with the imperial court and do my best to overturn the case for the Ye family." ”

The Ye clan is the patron saint of the country in the hearts of the people of Qin, and they are also the gods of war that they admire in the hearts of this group of thieves from all over the world.

Her words were like throwing a huge stone into the clear water of the river, and no one was moved.