"You are naturally not a person who pays on credit, this little jacket on the little lady is from Gusu Jinxiu, five taels of silver, one hand to pay and one hand to deliver!" The shopkeeper of the cloth village said patiently.

Li Lu was confused: "Why do you want to pay the silver?" ”

Shopkeeper of Buzhuang: Does "......" eat overlord meals even the little sons of rich families now?

"If you buy my clothes, of course you have to pay me money." The shopkeeper of the cloth village feels that he has lived for a long time, is it difficult for this little boy to go out and never bring silver taels?

Li Lu pondered for a moment, frowned, and confirmed to the shopkeeper again: "I also have to pay silver taels?" ”

"Why don't you?" The shopkeeper of the cloth village is about to be laughed at by him, this little boy is afraid that he is spoiled by the family, right?

But Li Lu stood still, looking at the past with a cold gaze, and a group of thousands of troops sat firmly in front of them.

The shopkeeper of Buzhuang was stared at by that staring at his scalp, and his words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry shopkeeper, I'll pay, I'll pay."

Xin Shao couldn't stand it, left five taels of silver, and walked out with his backhand holding Li Lu.

"It's not easy for someone to be in charge, don't bully the weak when you're unhappy."

"Also, you said you wanted to buy me clothes, and I borrowed the five taels of silver just now, don't forget to pay it back."

"Hey, Li Lu, go slowly!"

……

After a while, the shopkeeper listened to the crisp little milk sound that was gradually moving away, and then patted his chest in fear.

The little boy's eyes just now were also terrifying.

At this moment, the curtain in the back room was opened.

When the shopkeeper heard the movement, he subconsciously lowered his head: "General! ”

That decisive reaction, which is a weak businessman, is clearly a battle-hardened soldier who is full of anger.

"Hmm."

Hearing a cold response, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walked out.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, the facial features are mediocre but not ugly, but the complicated beard exudes a dignified murderous atmosphere, and the face is full of words that the living are not allowed to enter.

This is Hu Feiling, the world-famous god of war in the previous dynasty, because he was born with spiritual roots, he was quite important, and he relied on the power of one person to fight many times when the battle situation was endangered, and he was brave and good at fighting so that he could be said to be invincible.

Two years ago, if it weren't for the current Prince Xuanyuan who tricked Hu Feiling out of the city with a trick to move the tiger out of the mountain, the previous dynasty would not have been destroyed overnight.

The fire burned out the palace, and all the courtiers were silent, only Hu Feiling single-handedly returned to the capital, rushed into the palace to rescue the little prince of the former dynasty, and disappeared.

The Xuanyuan Dynasty immediately ordered to hunt down and kill the remnants of the previous dynasty, but it has been two years, not to mention the traces of the former prince and Hu Feiling, even the slightest trace of the remnants of the previous dynasty cannot be found, and they will slack off over time.

As everyone knows, it is not that there are no clues, but long before the fall of the previous dynasty, there was an elite army of 100 soldiers who were quietly hidden among the people, and after several years, they had already infiltrated into the soldiers, farmers, industries, and merchants.

In terms of eyeliner, from high-ranking officials to beggars, there are people who have them.

Want to look? That also leaves you untraceable.

The shopkeeper of this cloth house is one of this elite team.

It's just that he has received the general's letter at most before, and this time he witnessed the general's extraordinary demeanor, and the shopkeeper of the cloth village was surprised and frightened.

"Hmm." Hu Feiling replied in a deep voice, and said with sharp eyes, "I'll give you three more days, and be sure to bring all the five or six-year-old boys in Jinling City to me." ”

Obviously he was just a teenager, but the solemn and rigid aura made the shopkeeper of Buzhuang unable to raise his head.

"General, General Rong Yu ......"