The man apologized: "Brother Tai can't stand it." ”

"Nothing."

The man dragged the little lady and continued to walk, scolding as he walked: "Cry again Lao Tzu will sell you to the kiln, Lao Tzu didn't buy you to find bad luck ......"

The two of them passed the slamming door, and the sound was drowned out in the crowd.

Shen Li muttered, "Sell? Buy? What the hell is this place? ”

He searched door to door in the ghost market, and only in the second half of the night did he walk to the door of a weapon shop.

Tang's shop.

The shop is full of dazzling colors, there are delicate and small hidden weapons, sharp weapons, and some bottles and cans, I think they should be poisons and the like.

The store is not big, but there are many customers.

Four or five foreign merchants quickly overtook Shen Li to enter the store first, and their group were all tall and strong men, standing side by side, almost occupying the counter. The rest of the guests unconsciously leaned to both sides.

One of them, a middle-aged black-faced man with curly hair and a beard, said in a not very fluent Wu Mandarin: "Boss, do you have high-grade hidden weapons and weapons?" ”

A man with a kind face at the counter asked gently, "Isn't the guest officer like a local?" ”

"We're from the north, and we want to buy some good weapons. Are you the boss? ”

The man at the counter was noncommittal and continued to ask, "North?" Chu? ”

The black-faced man replied, "Yes, the boss has also been there?" ”

Unexpectedly, the man at the counter suddenly changed his face and said in disgust: "The small shop does not do Chu people's business, please!" ”

In this line of Northern Chu merchants, a young and tall man with three-dimensional facial features raised his fist the size of a sandbag and shook it in front of the man in the counter, and then hit a big hole in the counter.

The weak-looking man at the counter was not afraid at all, and gave the order to evict customers: "Let's go, you are not welcome here." ”

The young man was about to rush forward in anger: "%#*##%"

If you say something you don't understand, it's supposed to be a curse.

"Ah Mu, stop." The black-faced man said in a deep voice.

The young man reluctantly withdrew his hand, the killing intent in his eyes still not subsided.

The black-faced man couldn't help but ask, "Boss, is this going to let us go?" ”

"Yes." The man at the counter tilted his head and said decisively.

The black-faced man's eyes lit up with anger, and he waved his hand, "Let's go." ”

The group followed the black-faced man out of the door, and the young man walked to the door, glanced back at the man at the counter, and gestured at the neck with a knife in his hand, and the killing intent was already visible.

The customers in the store saw that there was no excitement, and continued to buy, and everything returned to normal.

Shen Li stepped forward and saluted the man at the counter, "May I ask Your Excellency, but you are the owner of this store?" ”

"No, I'm just a buddy, what is Childe going to buy?"

"May I ask if the boss of your house is a woman?" Shen Li asked again.

The man at the counter looked at Shen Li vigilantly: "Who are you?" ”

This look is like a gardener guarding his own vegetable garden with a nail rake, for fear that a pig will come to arch his cabbage.

"In Xia Shenli, I want to find a young lady surnamed Yan." Shen Li reported to himself, if the beggar on the street didn't lie, it would be here, but this shop is surnamed Tang, not Yan, and he is a little uncertain.

As he expected, this is Xi Yan's weapon spectrum, and the man standing at the counter is the second uncle Yan Lang.

The second uncle was quite surprised that it would be Shen Li. Looking closely, there are three points similar to Su Jinse between his eyebrows and eyes, and the tip of his nose is a little sour for a while, but when he thinks of Shen Li's refusal to marry in public, he is angry.