Big pumpkins are not unusual, Sweetwater City is used to raising all kinds of melons and fruits, but this one in front of me is only worth a small room, it is really a little strange, and the shape is also square and unconventional.

He Dashao's eyebrows and eyes smiled: "But isn't it, my family will be able to win the championship this year!"

How do you know that the captain's next sentence is a divine turn: "Such a big melon, let alone one person, even two or three can be stuffed into it." He waved his hand, "Come on, crack the melon for me!"

He Dashao was not stunned for too long, pounced on him and grabbed his arm, pinched a piece of gold and stuffed it into his hand: "Raise your noble hand, raise your noble hand, what will my family take to compete without this melon! My father has to cut me!"

The captain snatched the gold and smashed it on the bridge of his nose: "Blatantly bribe, prevent me from investigating the traitor, you don't want to be stable, right?" This idiot, he dared to stuff himself with gold in front of everyone's eyes, was he afraid that there would not be enough people to see? Thinking of Shangfeng's attention to this search for the traitor, he was going to be beaten twice.

It's still light to shout a rebel, it is said that this time it is the thief who will be caught!

He Dashao was beaten and had a nosebleed for a long time, but he opened his mind, and he was in a hurry: "Zuo Qiuyuan also came to watch the water festival, so he walked with me, in this nectar stack...... He can vouch for me, this melon is innocent, please open the net!"

"Zuoqiu Yuan?" the captain was stunned, "Which Zuoqiu?"

He Dashao straightened his waist: "How many left hills can there be in the country?"

"Yes, here too?"

"Just drink tea in the front room. ”

The captain thought for a moment: "I'm staying here, you go and invite me to see you." "Shangfeng's order is important, but Zuoqiu is not something he or even his superiors can afford to offend.

......

Seeing that the head of the guard hurried to the back hall after receiving the report from his subordinates, and not long after, He Dashao also rushed over with his own people, Feng Miaojun knew that the high ¥~ tide part of the show was about to start, but he was a little worried about the safety of his own people.

But she forgot that she was a beautiful girl from a foreign country, and there was no adult to accompany her.

At this time, a middle-aged man leaned over and smiled, wanting to sit on the chair opposite her: "Little girl, who are you waiting for?"

"Wait......" she raised her head, her dark eyes lit up, and she smiled, "Uncle!"

This little girl is very vigilant, is she going to let him retreat? The middle-aged man still sat down: "Uncle will buy you candy ...... later."

Before the word "eat" was spoken, he suddenly received a kick on the p-share, and first threw himself on the ground and fell to the ground and ate.

The person behind him was extremely forceful, he jumped up and said angrily: "Who dares to ......" When he turned around, he saw a person staring at him fiercely, not tall, but strong.

The man let out a low cry, "Get out!"

He had seen blood on his knife, and his eyes were terrifyingly murderous. The middle-aged man's legs trembled twice, and he slipped into his seat without looking back.

Feng Miaojun smiled comfortably: "It's been a long time, are you okay?"

He nodded.

This is naturally her bandit's subordinate, but at this time he has undressed his disguise and returned to his original appearance, and he has not forgotten to wash off the fake mole on his forehead. At the first glance of him, Feng Miaojun really relaxed, knowing that this plan had been accomplished.

There were less than two quarters of an hour left before Morti's appointment of twenty hours. The Guards had been here too long to catch him before he awoke.

She glanced at the audience and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Less personal.

The "Brother Ziyao" sitting at He Dashao's table was gone.

This person was still sitting there leisurely drinking tea, but when the middle-aged lewd ~ greasy uncle came to entangle her ¥~ pestering her, he happened to block her sight, and she didn't know when this person left his seat.

Her observation has always been keen, and then she found that the four-colored fruits on He Dashao's table had been eaten, and-

And there was only one tea cup and a pair of bowls left on the table.

Interesting, it seems that there is more than one big drama staged in the manna stack today. She stroked her chin, not minding that the gesture seemed a little too mature to her men.

After a while, He Dashao was brought back by two guards, and when he saw his table, he was dumbfounded: "Zi, Brother Ziyao, where did you go?"

The guard said impatiently, "Where is there anyone?"

"He was originally sitting here!" He Dashao did not give up, and took the two soldiers back to the upper room to look for it, and even went to the thatched house, but he didn't see his "Brother Ziyao".

The two guards were taken around by him for most of the time, and they found nothing, so they couldn't help but say angrily: "You entertain us? This tablet is clearly only for you, where is the second person!"

Only then did He Dashao notice the situation on the desktop, and he couldn't help but turn pale.

At this time, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that something was wrong, and the guard happened to be standing next to Feng Miaojun, so he lowered his head and asked her by the way: "Little girl, can you see that there were two people sitting at that table?"

Feng Miaojun looked in the direction of his finger, and then shook his head after thinking about it again: "I didn't pay much attention, have there been two people sitting there?" I only seem to have seen this eldest young master." ”

The guard's face immediately sank. He Dashao also recognized her, and pointed to her nose angrily: "You take revenge on me! No, is this all related to you, so vicious at a young age......

Before he could pounce on her and pinch her, the guards dragged him away. Seeing that he frequently turned his head and looked at himself resentfully, Feng Miaojun squeezed his eyes at him and smiled innocently.

Of course, there were no Tibetans in the huge pumpkin, so after the guards cut it open and confirmed it, they lifted the blockade of the manna stack and continued to search for rebels to the west of the city.

At this time, the last rays of sunlight also disappeared on the rooftops of the opposite street.

Time's up.

She dragged through two hours without a hitch, completing the task of guarding Morti Zhun.

It's time for the great master to wake up now—if he can't wake up, it's the will of heaven that wants to get him.

Feng Miaojun stuffed the last piece of dim sum into his mouth, then stood up and patted his skirt: "Let's go, go back to eat." I'm going to have a big meal tonight. ”

She walked out of the manna stack, her eyes swept over He Dashao's table, and there was still a trace of doubt in her heart: "It's strange, where did that person go?"

That person did exist, not for her dazzle. But no one was allowed to enter or leave during the lockdown of the Manna Stack, so how did he disappear?

That's it, the horizontal and vertical thing has nothing to do with her.

She had enough troubles of her own, and she shouldn't have any more curiosity.

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When she returned to the inn where she was staying, Mo Tizhun was nowhere to be seen.

The man woke up on time, Pombai said, and then lost his temper and left.

She didn't understand: "I saved him, what kind of tantrum did he have?"

Peng Bai subconsciously touched his cheeks and reminded her: "His beard is gone." ”

He will never forget the look on his cheek when Mo Tizhun woke up, it was really ...... It's hard to put into words.