On the day of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it ends in a cheerful atmosphere, the downtown disperses, and the tourists return home.

The best thing to do is to drink wine.

The troubles in my heart, most of them go with him, and the battle for fame and fortune will be extinguished at this time.

But there are all kinds of living beings, and there are still some people who can't rest well even at this time.

Although Peng Xingbo, who was only seventeen years old, drank some wine last night, his long-term habit still made him open his eyes at a fixed time, lie on the bed and look at the roof, his head was blank, and after a while, he turned over, washed up, and swept away the sleepiness in his heart with the help of cold water.

grabbed half of the remaining moon cakes from the table, swallowed the herbal tea, and went out lightly, at this time the pedestrians on the street were washing, it was past the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the morning was quite cold, so he subconsciously raised his hand to tighten his neckline and hurried away.

He is the job of the pawnshop in this Beiwu City.

Those who do their job have been working all year round, and the owner often hangs on their lips a sentence, that is, if they are resting today, they may pass by with the news of peerless treasures, and they can't rest, they can't rest.

He was quite unimpressed, but the owner is the owner after all.

There are 110,000 reluctances in his heart, but for the bright and round copper coins, he can only stay away from the warm quilt in this cold wind, and he has been ruthless countless times in his heart, and he has lost to the four words of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

"It's so cold......"

Peng Xingbo grunted twice, tightened his clothes again, and was thinking crankily in his mind.

Maybe it's time to change into some thick clothes.

I only made a set a few years ago, and there are seventy percent of the new ones, so there is no need to tear the cloth.

Now the good cloth has risen by another copper coin.

Profiteer.

Thoughts were churning in his mind, and he had already turned the alley, and the avenue was wider than the side street, and it was also sparse and bleak for pedestrians, and his vision was not obscured in the slightest, almost unobstructed.

In the field of vision, I saw a tall man, in his thirties, wearing a black loose clothes, his temperament was solemn and calm, and his expression couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

He knew the man.

He is a regular guest of the owner, and he is also a famous big man in this Northern Wuzhou City in the past year, the leader of the Jupeng Gang, and Lord Gongsun.

Peng Xingbo has seen this adult talking and laughing with the owner, but he has seen more warriors wearing Jupeng Gang clothes walking on the road, that kind of majestic appearance, and he has long been envious in his heart.

In the past, he had also thought about how he would behave when he saw this big man.

But at this time, I really saw the helper, but I only felt that my body was stiff and like a wooden man, I didn't listen to the call, and I couldn't take the initiative to meet it as I once thought, neither humble nor arrogant, and performed well, so as to be favored and entrusted with important tasks.

And at this trance, the Gongsun gang leader had already pushed open the door of the pawnshop and walked in.

But he still couldn't speak.

Failed to grasp this rare opportunity, came back to his senses, and only felt chagrin in his heart.

If...... If......

His thoughts were flying, like a magic barrier, but he was thinking about how to express himself in a while, and when he came back to his senses, he whispered a bad cry and hurried into the pawnshop, hoping that it would not be too late today, and that he would not waste those few copper coins, but he was thrown behind him in an instant.

When he entered, the Gongsun was talking and laughing with the owner.

He respectfully served the tea, and when he poured the tea for the helper, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't think clearly outside, and his mind was chaotic and unorganized, so he still didn't dare to speak, and only waited aside with the teapot in his hand.

Seeing that the owner and the Gongsun gang leader talked and laughed for a while, Lord Gongsun seemed to be about to get up and leave, and the owner sent him out of the door, with a smile on his face, and asked kindly:

"Gongsun Gang Leader, what do you want this time? Let's take note of it for you. ”

Although there are pawnshops here, but among the pawnshops in Daqin, you can actually find beautiful jade with better color than those in the Treasure Pavilion, and good medicines with more medicinal properties than the Rejuvenation Hall.

Peng Xingbo didn't dare to go out, he only heard something, and heard the calm voice and said:

"If you want white jade beads like tiger eyes, you must make up at least a pair, if you can have three or five, it is also good."

The boy smacked his tongue when he heard this.

Tiger-eyed beads, but also white jade texture.

Sure enough, it's rich.

The owner of the pawnshop turned around and came back, and saw that his little guy was still stunned here, and his face became even more terrifying than this autumn breeze in a small moment when facing the customer, and raised his hand on the top of the guy's head, frowning and scolding:

"What are you doing here?"

"I paid you to come over, not to let you eat dry, go and go, hurry up and get to work."

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked the guy again.

He was holding the purple sand teapot in his hand, sitting on the recliner, sipping and looking at an ancient book, until noon, he paced back to the back room, Peng Xingbo was nibbling on the steamed buns outside, smelling the tempting meat fragrance coming from inside, rolled his eyes, and took a bite of the steamed buns fiercely, only to feel that the entrance was tasteless, and scolded in a low voice:

"Profiteers."

Inside the inner room.

The pawnshop shopkeeper took a piece of paper, his brows furrowed slightly, without the slightest hint of oiliness, his eyebrows were solemn, he raised his pen on the paper, and wrote in secret words:

"Traces of the White Tiger Hall were found in Beiwuzhou City."

"At least two strongholds."

Hanging elbow to lift the pen, picked up the paper and blew it gently, the words on it that ordinary people can't read at all gradually disappeared, and then picked up the pen and wrote down the names of the goods, it seems that those pawnshop shopkeepers, ask the big master's house, dead things, can there be these goods?

It seems that in order to emphasize that it is a goods to be killed, a circle was drawn on the two words of death with cinnabar pen and ink, but it was not neatly drawn, and most of the cinnabar was covered on the dead word, which became more and more gorgeous.

A moment later, a gray pigeon fluttered its wings and flew out of the pawnshop.

Dozens of miles after leaving the city, he suddenly flapped his wings, rose into the clouds, and turned into a gray light, which was so fast that it was like a crossbow shot by a siege crossbow, sweeping through layers of clouds and mist, sweeping over mountains, rivers and the earth, until there was a shocking roar of war drums in the distance.

Until between heaven and earth, there was a desolate eagle roaring, mixed with the sound of the trumpet, crushed in the shouts of majestic slaughter.

The gray dove folded its wings and landed in the soldier's camp.

Landing on the raised right arm of a burly, stubborn general, the middle-aged man took off the letterhead carried by the gray pigeon, and saw a blood-colored mark on it, and his expression was slightly grim. Turning around and walking towards a room, he hurried his steps, and without knocking on the door, he pushed the door and entered.

There was a man in white sitting in the room, who was looking through the military book in his hand, raising his eyebrows slightly, looking at his subordinates, his eyes fell on the letterhead in his hand, quite solemn, he knew the latter's temperament, if it was an ordinary thing, it must be impossible to be so out of shape, and asked directly:

"What's wrong?"

The draped man knelt and saluted, saying:

"Returning to the general, it's the secret agent's return."

His voice paused slightly, and then he solemnly added:

"Blood expedited."

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