ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

The guests at the table in the next few chapters were all unlucky, some turned their heads sideways, dodging these wooden slags, while some were lucky and spiritual, resisting the past, although the Xinglian table was in the corner, there was still a flying wooden slag in the direction of this side, and the direction was where Xinglian was sitting.

She didn't move, she raised her hand to drink tea, anyway, there was a master by her side, so she wouldn't watch her be hit by broken wood slag, right? If so, what's the point of him saving her?

Of course, Si Jingyan also noticed this flying disaster, and was about to make a move, Xiao Er, who had walked two steps, suddenly turned back, and the tablecloth on his body suddenly stretched, and he took the wood slag steadily, and then shook it again, and the wood slag turned into powder, and he also gently dusted off the tablecloth and hung it on his shoulder again as if he was nothing.

"Wow. The little second brother is good at kung fu. Xinglian put down the teacup and glanced at him with a smile in his eyes.

Sure enough, no one in this town can be underestimated, even a little second is so powerful.

Xiao Er's originally plain face looked a little embarrassed because of Xinglian's praise, scratched his head, and said in a low voice: "The girl is smiling." ”

"Who are those people, smashing the table in the restaurant, doesn't it matter?" Glancing at the commotion outside, Xing Lian's face showed a little curiosity.

Xiao Er glanced back and sighed, "Anyway, this kind of thing happens every day, and the shopkeeper will naturally ask for the compensation for breaking the table just now." ”

"Oh." Starlink nodded.

At this time, the person who was beaten in just now flew in again and fell to the ground hard, and as he flew in, a burly man jumped in outside, and stepped on the chest of this person on the ground, "I don't inquire about the name of the willow knife in the east of my city, dare to deceive Lao Tzu with fakes, and look for death!" ”

As he finished speaking, he kicked the man on the ground and flew out.

Gee.

Xing Lian shook his head, it was really a brutal kick, the man was kicked out by this real kick just now, I was afraid that he was going to break a few bones.

The man named Liu Daozi kicked away the person who sold the fakes, and sat down at a table where no one was there, and before he could speak, the young man with good skills just now stepped forward and handed over a pot of wine.

"I said Liu Daozi, you smashed my table every day, but you have to ruin a lot of my business." A clear voice came from the counter, and then a short old man jumped out holding an abacus,

He walked slowly to the willow knife, the abacus in his hand rattled, and then, at last, he set a number, and gestured to him.

Liu Daozi seemed to be a little in awe of this shopkeeper, and without half a nonsense, he directly took out a silver ingot from his chest and gave it to him, "Yes, yes, isn't this the price to you?" Bear with me, bear with me. ”

The shopkeeper snorted softly, took the money and left, without looking at him.

The stall of the willow knife is placed on the edge of the restaurant, and this kind of drama appears every day, if it weren't for the sufficient amount of compensation, and he would have taken a lot of benefits on weekdays, he would have blown him away a long time ago.

Seeing that the shopkeeper was gone, Liu Daozi laughed, lowered his head and took a sip of wine, and his eyes fell on a gorgeously dressed woman sitting next to him, and his obscene gaze glanced at her from head to toe and fixed on her towering breasts.