The old man knocked the cigarette pouch a few times, wiped the dust on his buttocks, and got up, and the little man glanced at the young man, and he was indeed a little unbearable in his heart.

It looks really harmless to humans and animals, about the same age as himself, and he doesn't know what crime he has committed so that he has to be assigned to the border.

"What's your name?"

The old man walked up to the man, swept his eyes around, and wondered what the young man had committed.

"My name is Shiro..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand and stopped the conversation, the fire next to him was burning, and an iron needle was pinched up by the old man with pliers:

"No matter what your name is, tattoo it, tell you clearly, you have all distributed the big money for the big crime, if you don't show it again, you can't say it."

The young man didn't seem to have any fluster, and he had a very different calmness from the usual prisoner.

Hearing the old Abbot say this, is there anything else to say about the black face? The young man asked:

"What do you mean by that?"

The old man spat out a mouthful of phlegm, his nostrils turned to the sky, and he couldn't say:

"Then let's make it clear, the sin of the black face, the sin is in the black face, I want to use this iron needle to tattoo a word on your face, and then ask you miscellaneous things, but this tattoo is not an ordinary stabbing method, you say, we can start lightly, the strength of a little water is enough, and then the warm water will be rinsed like this, and it will look clean."

"Or else?"

When the old man heard this, he immediately smiled and said:

"Or else? Otherwise, you have to come in a real way, the needle pierces the cracks of your bones, and you are merciless, and the ink has to be mixed with a little ash, so that people can see the words on your little white face across eight streets. ”

Sure enough, there are rules and countermeasures, and God knows how much oil and water has been fished out of this black noodle ingenuity.

"Come on, I don't have any money."

When the young man heard this, he closed his eyes, as if sighing, but he did not hear any sound, and his posture had a kind of sadness and loneliness.

The old prisoner was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that at this time, no matter how arrogant ordinary prisoners are, they have to be obedient, why did they encounter a ruthless fork today?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be a little annoyed, only to hear the old messenger greet in a vicious tone:

"Come on, put everything on the table, let this master take a look, and don't say that our tools are not professional enough!"

Xiao Oshi took out all the things tremblingly, and glanced at the young man, still a little unbearable, but he didn't know what to say.

And the young man never opened his eyes again, as usual, and was pushed closer to him.

The old bet doesn't care about anything else, it's the master who gives money, and it's not as good as the miscellaneous if he doesn't give money, just look at the iron needle and redden, and copy his hands and face!

The anger erupted from the needle was mixed with ferocity, which made people's hairs explode, and before it was even attached to the face, it already made people feel the pain that followed.

"Wait!"

Just as the needle was about to stick to the young man's cheek, a cold snort came from outside the room, followed by a stride in.

is also a young man, wearing silk and satin, and his figure looks very romantic.

The young man opened his eyes at this time, glanced back, and turned again:

"You're here."

"Lao Bai."

The man walked over in three or two steps, turned to the young man, and saw that there were tears on his cheeks and a bitter expression.

"Why the hell is that?"

The sad tone was very helpless, and the man began to weep bitterly, but the old man saw it but said impatiently:

"Who are you, it's endless, don't get in the way here, delay the punishment and you will suffer when the time comes!"

When the later people heard the words of the old man, they were a little angry, and turned their heads to look at the hot and red needle, and they were both physically and mentally discouraged.

"Lightly start, don't harm people's lives!"

Lao Zhu almost nodded and smiled: "Okay, it's okay to be as light as it is, but why should we listen to you?" ”

After saying that, the other free hand rubbed together, which was an obvious hint.

The man understood at a glance what was going on, and quickly reached out and took out a large stack of silver tickets from his bosom, and fell over the face of the old messenger:

"Take it, don't be too hot!"

The young man saw that someone had broken the fortune for him, and sighed and said:

"I'll leave the shop to you, don't forget what I asked you that day."

The man didn't speak, only looked at his shoulders and shrugged his shoulders, and a few lines of tears were heartfelt.

The old man put away the silver ticket, his mouth cracked and the back of his head fell, and he nodded and said that this little half a year is enough.

"Well, since you are so sensible, we don't embarrass him, I will take care of him as my own brother along the way, you can rest assured, the whipping of the stick is also high, gently falling, and the sound is heavy and the rain is small."

This is also happy, and it is still a bit of a conscience to do things with money.

Hearing the old man say this, the man took out a large pile of silver tickets from his arms, and stuffed them all into the arms of the old man:

"Take it, these are all yours, you don't need to treat him as a brother, I want you to take care of him as your father along the way! Okay or not?! ”

Lao Zhicha was stunned for a moment, his heart said that this was too hurtful, but this silver ticket was real, and his heart warmed up in his arms.

Just give the money, everything else can be discussed, the old man paused for a moment, nodded and said with a smile:

"Well, then you get out of the way, I'm going to give my dad a face."

A reddish iron needle lightly touched his cheek, staining the ink and staining a little blood.

Although it was light, it still hurt into the bone marrow, the young man clenched his fists and turned a little white, and the tears in the corners of his eyes really couldn't be wiped clean.

···

The Admiral of the Nine Gates knelt outside the palace gate, never changed his posture from beginning to end, and there were several forbidden soldiers at the palace gate who were his good hands, and he was naturally a little unbearable to look at.

He was also persuaded to leave, but the Admiral of the Nine Gates was resolute and did not move a step, just knelt here and pleaded with the saint.

But he couldn't see it, because the emperor had already passed down the word that the Admiral of the Nine Gates was not allowed to enter the palace, and once he came, he must be stopped outside the palace.

So the Admiral of the Nine Gates knelt here, it had been a whole night, and the wind, frost and rain had not bent down the spine in the slightest.

Unwillingness, anger, anger, unwillingness...

This night, even the miserable wind and rain seemed a little tyrannical, and it slapped everyone's hearts wantonly, and the Admiral of the Nine Gates broke his liver and intestines!

Seeing the afterglow of the setting sun drowning behind the green mountains, the Admiral of the Nine Gates calculated the time, this Bai Changsheng should have already hit the road.

Even if he has a heart, he has no skills to return to heaven now, and the Admiral of the Nine Gates roared angrily:

"Confused!!"

After saying that, he hammered his fist to the ground with all his strength, and saw that the floor tiles were all cracked, just like the flesh of the heart of the Admiral of the Nine Gates, scarred.

Standing up, a little shaky, Admiral Jiumen glanced at the deep palace compound again, turned to leave, under the pull of the night, this figure looked extremely desolate.

When the Admiral of the Nine Gates walked leisurely on the streets and came to the Xuanwu Gate, where the people had to leave the capital, he saw a person standing under the tower of the Xuanwu Gate, dazed and helpless.

"You're here..."

"He's gone."

"Where is he?"

In front of him, he looked lonely, beside him, there was a sound of exhaustion, and behind him, a person was furious.