Fufu-gun.

At this time, it was already September, and the weather was getting colder and colder, and the thick trees on both sides of the avenue had lost their leaves, looking bare, adding to the gloom, but because of this, the stalls on both sides of the road were becoming more and more prosperous.

Walking around, the people who felt three or two points of cold really didn't have much resistance to steaming and fragrant food.

Even though the purse is giving them a stern warning.

A yellow-clothed figure walked through the crowd, his face wrapped in several layers of gray cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes, which looked like a foreigner, and even so, he lowered his face and walked quickly.

The steps under his feet are extremely fast and steady, obviously with a good martial arts foundation, twisting and turning in the crowd, getting into a rather remote alley, and finding a small cart in front of the familiar way.

There were two wooden tables in front of the cart, eight long benches were polished, and pure white soup was tumbling in the cauldron facing the sky, and the man in yellow sat on the seat, looked left and right like a thief, raised his hand and knocked on the table, and raised his left hand to pull down the gray cloth, revealing a handsome young man's face.

There were still two points of nervousness, and I don't know if the shopkeeper who met the gangster breathed a sigh of relief, and said familiarly:

"Is it still business as usual? Little brother Murong? ”

Murong Tong nodded, lowered his voice and said:

"Add more spicy today, in the haggis, add more lamb tripe, not coriander."

"Remember, be spicy."

"Oh, that's good......"

The shopkeeper answered, turned around and went to work, the big copper spoon was already a little shiny, stirred in the pure white soup, the aroma was permeated, Murong Tong swallowed his saliva, and suddenly heard the sound of subtle footsteps, obviously someone had already come in the distance, almost instinctively covered his face again, raised his right hand, propped it on one side, and covered his face.

This kind of action had already been made, and Murong Tong reacted.

His face stiffened slightly, and then he was depressed.

When did his movements turn out to be so sophisticated.

Since that night, I have eaten with the book keeper once, and I can't forget the rough taste, and I can't control it, and the thirteen sons of the Murong family, who are dignified, actually sneak out to eat this food like a thief every day.

Who would have known that this lowly food would be so delicious.

That fragrant, that thick, that spicy......

Murong Tong couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he thought of the smell, and a person suddenly sat down on the table next to him, much faster than he expected, and was slightly surprised, the person put a long knife with a sheath on the table.

The wooden table trembled slightly.

Murong Tong frowned slightly, guessed the weight of this long knife from the tremor of this table, it was definitely not something that those gang members could play on, peeking at the man, only to see that his muscles and bones were thick, his eyebrows were cold, like two cold springs, his spirit was extraordinary, obviously his background was not bad, he noticed Murong Tong's gaze, snorted coldly, glared back, and said:

"See what?"

Murong Tong waved his hand again and again, and said:

"Nothing ......"

He was born in a family, and he was used to being angry, his voice paused slightly, and he said with a smile:

"It's just that I saw this hero come to eat for the first time, but remember, don't put more chili peppers, this spicy person can't stand it."

The martial artist snorted coldly, quite disdainful, but didn't bother with him, Murong Tong was bored with himself, turned his head to look at the haggis in his bowl, but saw the latter dig a big spoonful of chili peppers from the porcelain bowl and put it in, only then was he satisfied, and withdrew his gaze.

But there were some doubts in my heart.

His ancestors have lived in Fufeng County for generations, and he is extremely sensitive to changes in certain things, and in the past few days, there have been a lot of martial artists from this sect, and on the entire road of Fufeng County, people with swords and swords on their backs are almost twice as many as in the past.

This is extremely unusual.

Let's go back and talk to my father......

Thinking of this, I could hear the muffled voice of the warrior next to me, and peeked to see that the rough face had turned red, the mouth was slightly open, and a lot of cold sweat oozed from the forehead.

Murong Tongxin was satisfied, lowered his head to eat his haggis soup, and drank a big sip, only to feel that the taste was really fragrant.

But it was still not as good as escaping death that day, and sitting in the cold wind with Wang Anfeng, it was comfortable to eat.

Murong Tong smashed his mouth, quite emotional, and suddenly heard the bell ringing softly, this time the alley is quite narrow, there should not be a road horse beast, I couldn't help but look back in surprise, from the entrance of the alley, I saw a gray donkey walking slowly, there was a white-clothed Taoist priest lying on it, with chic eyebrows, quite a fairy wind and bones, but it was a pity that he was lazy and abnormal, like mud paralyzed on the donkey's back.

Let the donkey carry him.

Murong Tong turned around, smashed his mouth, and muttered in his heart.

"What a lazy Taoist priest......"

………………………………………

Wei Ming Zong Mu Shanxue lay on the back of the donkey, letting it sway and carry him forward.

I could smell the tantalizing smell of the haggis soup behind me.

I couldn't help but make a strange noise in my stomach.

But the Taoist priest was as if he hadn't noticed it, lying lazily on the back of the donkey, his right leg swaying, and he couldn't do anything for half a minute.

The donkey under him barked, Mu Shanxue opened his eyes and said:

"Know, know, you're hungry, I'm hungry......"

The Taoist priest exhaled, looked at the sky, and muttered:

"I'm hungry and don't want to move."

"I didn't expect that there was such a long difference between going far and going down the mountain to play......"

There was another thunderclap in the belly.

The dry food is on the top of the blanket next to it, you can get it just by raising your hand, Mu Shanxue looked at the blue blanket, finally raised her head, looked at the sky, her eyes straightened, and said:

"Little junior brother, I miss you so much for my brother."

I don't know how long I traveled all the way, and when he was waiting for him to be hungry, he suddenly handed over a baked cake next to him, subconsciously opened his mouth, and bit it directly, the chopped cabbage was mixed with pork, this warm touch almost made Mu Shanxue have the urge to cry, swallowed it in a few bites, raised his head, and shouted:

"Little Master ......"

The voice paused slightly, but what he saw was not a familiar eyebrow, but a young man in a blue shirt.

His eyebrows were quite clear, he was holding a heavy rice bag in one hand, his hair was tied with a hosta, and he was carrying a wooden sword, and he said gently to him:

"This brother, is he better?"

Mu Shanxue muttered regretfully, feeling that the days when clothes came to reach out and food came to open their mouths turned into bubbles again, but she still reluctantly hugged her fists and saluted, and said:

"Thank you, little brother......"

The tongue licked the lard at the corner of his mouth, and said regretfully:

"This cake tastes good, but it's salty."

There was a slightly older boy next to the blue-shirted boy, wearing a black and red power suit, with a new shoulder armor on his shoulder, and a domineering Mo knife behind his back.

"I've given you a good meal, and I'm talking so much."

"I am not ashamed to have hands and feet, but I don't go to work on my own."

Mu Shanxue was just about to reply, but the blue-shirted young man raised his hand, stopped what the young man next to him said, and said:

"Baili, don't talk about it......"

The soldier boy muttered twice, quite unhappy, and the blue-shirted young man handed over the oiled paper bag in his hand again, and said with a smile:

"If you don't dislike it, please accept it......."

"This brother, I don't know what happened to you, but no matter what happens, it will pass."

After a while, Mu Shanxue sat on the back of the donkey, walked forward leisurely, gnawed on the meatloaf in his mouth, and recovered two points of physical strength slightly, in the past, he was not until the last moment, he was absolutely too lazy to get food, at this time there was something in his abdomen, and at the same time, he missed the little brother more and more, and began to think about this entry into the city.

However, there are a lot of things in the Danfeng Valley case, and it is difficult to calm down, and the dragon has no end in sight.

After thinking about it, he sighed in his heart:

"I had no choice but to find someone who contributed more to this case first...... Hmm, I see. ”

"The vice president is arrested, and he can't be provoked...... Wang Boyang, a soldier, will be chopped up. ”

"Fufeng Bishou?"

Mu Shanxue held the meatloaf in her mouth, her eyes were slightly bright, her right hand was raised, and she tapped it on the palm of her left palm, and said vaguely:

"That's him!"

If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being polite.

Mu Shanxue thought viciously in her heart, and at the same time chewed and swallowed the last meatloaf in her mouth, and then licked the oil stains on her ten fingers, and sighed sincerely.

"That young man, what a good man......"

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And on the other side.

Bailifeng said quite unhappily:

"An Feng, I said that your temperament is too good...... That kind of lazy person should be hungry twice. ”

"I deserved to starve to death."

Wang Anfeng scratched his head and said:

"Yes, yes, yes, I don't think well......"

"Just when I saw him, I remembered that when I was hungry before, I could help him."

PS: First update

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