He looked at the little girl in front of him who was gnawing on slices of meat, surrounded by an antique lacquered mahogany table, which made Coco Li a little confused.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Chang An wiped his hands, raised his eyes and smiled: "Coco Li, what did my cousin say to you?" ”

Coco Li is about to collapse, he has just escaped from the control of the devil, and he has fallen into the hands of the witch again, who is he looking for?

What did he do wrong!

Why do this to him!

"I don't know anything, don't ask me!"

Chang'an stood up suddenly, so frightened that Coco Li's little heart was 'fluttering and fluttering', and shouted in a desperate voice: "What are you going to do!" ”

This expression, this action is like a girl who has been by a strong woman.

Tsk, is she also picky?

Chang'an left in style, the car was like a flowing street, the cold wind blew, the ruins of a place flew up, and the fine sand particles were scattered all over the body.

Coco Li, who followed behind, stammered, "Hey, it's not impossible if you want to know." ”

Chang'an blocked his eyes with his hand, his gaze fell in front of him without focus, and the ethereal sound of the void seemed to come from the sky.

"I don't want to know."

Coco Li opened his mouth, the sand particles scraped into his eyes and it hurt dryly, he also blocked his eyes with his hand, and his eyes locked on Chang'an, for fear that the person would disappear in the next second.

"And what do you ask?"

Chang'an's figure slowly disappeared from Coco Li's sight, he stood in place in a daze, empty at the corner of the street, the figures were scattered, and only the sound of the cold wind was heard.

Her voice was even more empty and cold from ahead.

"There's no why, I'll just ask casually."

There are fewer and fewer people in the inn, and a little ancestor wants to wait for her to go back to make dinner, thinking of this, Chang'an can't help but have a headache, she ran to the nearby porridge shop to buy some ready-made, and specially instructed: "Master, make it a little unpalatable for me." ”

The action of the master who sold porridge paused, and he glanced at Chang'an strangely, there is nothing wrong with this person's brain, right?

He had been selling porridge for decades, and it was the first time he had seen someone make such a request.

"Little girl, what did you just say?"

Chang An said with a smile: "Make it a little unpalatable." ”

Porridge Seller: "......"

Really, he thought he had misheard.

"Little girl, my porridge is cooked in a big pot, and I have a separate ...... But it's a waste. The porridge seller's face was hard to look at, and this little girl didn't look like she was making trouble.

How can you make such a strange request?

Take 10,000 steps back and say that if he makes it, isn't he smashing the signboard?

Who buys porridge if it's unpalatable?

The little girl in front of her took out the money, "Oh, master, do you see enough?" I'll take care of your losses. ”

The porridge seller smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"Enough is enough."

The porridge seller diligently moved out of the small bench, "Little girl, you sit and wait." ”

Chang'an sat on the small bench and dangled his legs, looking at the flying sand fluttering around a little boredly.

"Bang!" There was a clatter of wooden tables falling to the ground—and with it the sound of pots and pans smashing.

"Old man, acquaintance point quickly pay the protection fee, I think it is not easy for you to maintain this small shop, you old bones can't help but be smashed by the brothers with a stick." A group of people suddenly gathered around the adjacent table, dressed in very different costumes, all with weapons, kitchen knives, hammers, the leader of the person with black hair in his yellow hair, like a modern highlight, with a cigarette in his mouth, from the corner of his left eye to his forehead, there was a long scar, shocking, very conspicuous, he kicked over the surrounding wooden tables fiercely, shouted and smiled and walked to the side of the porridge seller, and patted him on the shoulder intimately.

The movements are gentle, as if they are afraid of hurting the porridge seller.

"I don't have any money!"

The porridge seller subconsciously glanced at the place where the money had just been loaded, it was just given by the little girl, and his grandson was still waiting for the money to save his life, so he couldn't give it anyway.

The life and death of his wife are unknown, and all the courage in the family is pressed on his son, who is doing hard work, he goes out early and returns late every day, and there is no good meat on his body.

Huang Mao quickly flipped through the place where the porridge seller hid the money, he hooked the money bag line with his fingers, played around it all at once, and sneered a few times, "Old man, you are not honest, I see that you are pitiful, so I will forgive you for a few days, but what about you?" ”

When the words fell, Huang Mao kicked the old man fiercely, "With so much money in your pocket, don't you like it?" ”

The porridge seller's face turned pale, and he was sweating profusely in pain, he grabbed Huang Mao's clothes and didn't let go, "Goddamn Wang Balamb, you give me back the money!" That's my grandson's life-saving money! ”

Huang Mao seemed to have found something interesting, he walked in front of Chang'an, because the stool was low, he couldn't find Chang'an for a while, "What a standard girl, you picked up the old man again?" ”

Huang Mao patted the auction porridge master's shoulder and straightened him, like two good brothers on his shoulders.

The little girl in front of her was wearing a pink brocade skirt, long to her ankles, and a snow-white fur shawl on the outside.

The small face with a big palm, the complexion is fair like a pearl, the distribution of facial features is just right, she just sits quietly on the side, smiling from beginning to end, there is no ordinary girl's yelling, the flower is discolored, and there is a cold and noble temperament around her body, although she is smiling, but if you look closely, you will feel the bitter coldness.

The whole person is silent and unyearly, and there is no liveliness and innocence that belongs to a little girl.

"Little girl, you ......"

Before Huang Mao finished speaking, Chang'an stood up, looking well-behaved and obedient, and his voice was soft and glutinous, "I'm here to sell porridge, oh, I gave all the money." ”

She pointed to the money bag in Huang Mao's hand, not at all cowardly.

Huang Mao looked at Chang'an with a smile, when did such a peugeot little girl come out of Lincheng?

"You're quite bold, aren't you afraid of me?"

"Don't be afraid."

Cut, when did she coax.

Isn't it just a few little gangsters, what's there to be afraid of?

Huang Mao waved his hand and said to the few gangsters next to him, "You go back first." ”

A few thugs looked at Huang Mao and Chang'an with frowns, and laughed three times, "Boss, we understand." ”

Huang Mao slapped him and said angrily, "Get away." ”

The porridge seller looked at it indignantly, full of sorrow, he leaned down and took out a kitchen knife and slashed straight at Huang Mao, Huang Mao couldn't dodge, wiped the edge and cut a piece of meat, he kicked the old man, his whole face was twisted because of pain, "Damn, you still dare to cut labor, are you tired of living?" ”

Huang Mao was angry but kicked a few more times, the porridge seller was old and his body was not as good as before, he kicked a few times and couldn't get up, panting heavily.

The porridge seller opened his mouth and scolded: "You are an unfilial son, you will be punished!" Son! You're going to die a bad death! God will punish you! ”

Huang Mao broke a mouthful of foam and mocked: "Phew! Labor and management will definitely live longer and better than you. ”

"Don't pee to see what virtue you have, and curse others with your face? How many bad things have you done, don't you have a point in your heart? If God wants to punish, he will punish you first! ”

Chang'an was dumbfounded.

Wow! What an operation!

Is this a long-lost father-son killing?

With a "bang" yellow hair tore off the corners of his clothes, and the strips of rags wrapped around the wounds, he showed a fierce face and walked to the porridge seller lying on the ground.

"Hey, my porridge isn't good yet, you can't kill him."

A low and crisp voice sounded, and there was a person standing behind him, Huang Mao turned around, and the little girl looked innocent, she stretched out her white fingers and grabbed the corners of her clothes.

Chang'an She pointed to the cauldron not far away, the fire was burning, Huang Mao lowered his head slightly, pulled the strips of rags on the wound, looked down at Chang'an, rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a deep voice: "You are really bold." ”

He raised his eyebrows as he spoke, twitching the scar at the corner of his eye, which made it even more vicious.

Chang'an smiled, she raised her eyebrows, "That's not it." ”

If you don't have the guts, how can you come out and mix!

Was she frightened?

Huang Mao gave up the idea of kicking the porridge seller a few more times, he walked to the cauldron, skillfully waved the kitchen knife, added seasonings, and stopped in mid-air with the hand holding the big spoon, his expression suddenly became fierce, he dug a spoon into the pot, approached his nose and sniffed it, his brows furrowed, poured it into his mouth and tasted it, full of disbelief, his eyes widened, he didn't know what to think.

He put down the spoon full of mockery, "Old man, I can't imagine that I will be able to taste your exclusive secret in my lifetime, and if it is so delicious, you are not afraid to scare the guests away?" ”

"That's what I asked."

Huang Mao's expression became indescribable for a while, and he stood on the pot like a piece of wood.

Chang An squeezed Huang Mao to the side, tasted it much better than he imagined, it was not particularly unpalatable, at least it was much better than what she made, packed his own things, and walked out with it.

"Little girl, you can save me, this miserable old man, if you don't save me, this brute will kill me later!"

The old man suddenly grabbed the corner of Chang'an's clothes, begging with tears in his eyes, and burst into tears, "Little girl, you are good, you must save me!" ”

This son didn't know why he didn't touch the little girl, but according to his attitude, he must have taken a fancy to her.

If she asks the little girl for help, after she promises herself, the son will definitely not embarrass herself in order to get a beauty.

Perhaps, he can ask the little girl to help him find his mother-in-law, and if he doesn't return for a few days, he will die in a hurry.

Chang'an took away the hand of the porridge seller and asked indifferently, "Why?" ”

She stood there, the expression on her face had never changed, she had always been smiling, her crescent-like eyes were crooked, and she looked very cute.

The porridge seller felt a chill in his heart, and the vicious words came from his mouth, "You are a female cousin, what kind of loyal martyr you pretend to be, I can see that you and this son are in the same group......"