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The moon hung low in the sky, obscured by a few dark clouds, and it didn't appear so bright.

"Pop" was another crisp sound, and deep in the courtyard, Director Randall threw the antique teacup to the ground, and the porcelain was shattered, but this time, old Randall didn't feel pity at all, and even lost his anger and threw it down along with the teapot.

"This "old monkey" is too deceitful!" Old Randall learned about the development of the matter from his son, and naturally related to the last attack, and he was immediately furious.

Little Randall didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"This is to compete with you for the position of supervisor?! There is no reason, we have always been well water and not river water. The henchman on the side patted his head and asked his own questions.

"Also, for what?!", thinking that unlike the business of potions, furs, etc., which he was in charge of, the deputy director Hou was mainly engaged in some other trade, and old Randall also had the same question.

"You and Deputy Director Hou are well water and don't interfere with river water, but he has a son who is a waste of wood, doesn't he?!" little Randall reminded him.

Old Randall suddenly realized, "Oh, are you afraid that you will squeeze his waste son to death after you take the throne?!" After little Randall's reminder, old Randall thought that it was not unreasonable.

On the one hand, although the current situation is that the old Randall and Deputy Director Ma do not interfere with the river water and manage each other's respective fields, on the other hand, the two are also very old, and it is a matter of time before they hand over their rights to the next generation, but in case the extremely capable little Randall takes the position, then there is no place for Hou Ting, the son of the deputy director, to survive in this "border city".

"That old fellow, do you really have such an idea?!" Although it made sense, old Randall still hesitated.

Closing his eyes, when he was young, he used to work with Deputy Director Hou, and faced hardships together, and the picture of overcoming difficulties seemed to appear in front of the eyes of the old Randall, who felt that things should not be in this direction.

"You're not going to react until they're openly assassinating you, aren't you?!" Randall Jrandall seemed to show some displeasure at his father's hesitant reaction to the matter.

Old Randall suddenly felt that his hesitation was inappropriate, after all, his son had been attacked repeatedly and secretly, and it was indeed a bit too indecisive for him to give this reaction, after all, it endangered his son's life!

After all, blood is thicker than water.

"Then this 'old monkey' is so deceitful that I don't think about the old love!" said old Randall categorically.

"Smack" Because he used too much force, the last antique cup in Old Randall's hand was directly crushed to pieces, but the sharp porcelain shards did not hurt his hands at all!

Little Randall on the side cast a surprised look, he never knew that his father had such strength, but hearing his father's affirmative attitude, little Randall finally nodded with satisfaction.

"The day after tomorrow, I will assist the city defense army to go out of the city to search for robbers, and send me all the caravan guards under the deputy director waiting!" Old Randall slapped the table hard and made a difficult decision.

"No!" Old Randall's henchmen got the order and quickly went down to arrange the arrangement.

Only one old and one young, one father and one son, whispered in the room, as if planning something.

The dark clouds seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and seemed to obscure what little light there was to the moon, and a gust of wind blew, but it seemed that there was no crack.

This "border city" is about to change.

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In charge of the house, Hu Yu's room was full of crying.

Looking at the little beauty in front of him who was crying with pear blossoms and rain, Lao Hu was also in trouble.

Earlier, in the "Fireworks Alley", although they were still looking for fun, everyone's mood was not as happy as when they went. It didn't take long for Hu Yu to take the initiative to ask to go back to the house with little Randall, how to say that Lao Hu is also a reasonable person, although the girl who is like a flower and jade is a little regretful, and he can't build his joy on the pain of little Randall.

But it didn't work out, Hu Yu's front foot arrived in the wing, and the girl he originally selected on the back foot was directly sent in.

"Don't cry," Lao Hu wanted to appease the girl.

"Woo~~Woo~~" The girl's glasses were like springs, and tears continued to flow out.

"Don't cry, I'm not a bad person!" Lao Hu tried to relax the girl in as gentle a voice as possible, and his palm was about to pat her on the shoulder to show that he had no ill intentions.

But it didn't come to pass, as soon as she touched the girl's body, the little beauty bounced off like an electric shock, and kept shrinking into the corner of the seat, as if she had seen a big villain.

"Don't cry, Miss!" Hu Yu kept persuading, but it still didn't seem to have any effect.

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Before I knew it, the time had come to the middle of the night, but the crying in Lao Hu's room was still there.

"Crooked, you will affect other people's rest like this!" Lao Hu continued to persuade.

But I didn't expect that this girl would cry even more when she heard the word rest. Suddenly, a deep black line appeared on the old beard's head...

"Hey, I didn't mean that!" In fact, Lao Hu thought about it, he was also this so-called "bad guy", and how he looked like a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing.

As time passed, the girl still showed no signs of stopping, as if in response to the old saying that "women are made of water", and the girl's tears seemed endless.

Lao Hu couldn't bear it anymore and yelled: "Shut up!", suddenly, the room was quiet for a while, but before she could wait for a while, the girl seemed to cry even more violently.

Finally, after Hu Yu's repeated promises not to touch her and never get within three meters of her, the little girl finally stopped crying.

Looking at this little girl with swollen eyes like peaches, Lao Hu had long lost any thoughts, on the contrary, there was some pity in it. Lao Hu generally maintains a casual attitude towards things like "popping", and he also attaches great importance to the so-called mood, what a mess, of course, it is impossible to spoil this little girl in this case.

"But it's impossible to say what will happen in the future," the old man thought to himself, and then slapped himself in the face of unassuming anger.

"What's your name?!"

"Elizabeth. ”