In a gloomy alley, a homeless man is sleeping soundly with the wine stolen in his arms. Suddenly, a loud noise woke him up. He got up and looked, and in the distance a figure fell to the ground, a round-shaped object falling to the side.

The homeless man smelled a hint of blood. The man got up again, picked up what had fallen on the ground, looked back and forth, and ran farther away. He didn't notice the homeless man lying in the shadows, but the homeless man did see that when the round object fell to the ground, the wrapped cloth slipped open a corner. The glimmer of gold was reflected in the tramp's pupils.

In front of the hut in the deep alley, Baozi was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Every few moments, she had to glance around the corner at the other end of the alley.

As time passed, the bun became more and more frightened. Her heart grew more and more anxious, and every sound was like a hammer slamming into her chest, making her tremble.

She was afraid that something would happen to Mo Liang, but when she thought of Mo Liang appearing around the corner, looking at her smiling with something valuable in her hand, Baozi also felt inexplicably flustered.

In these places, she was surprisingly sensitive, and she was keenly aware that if Mo Liang had money, she might not let herself follow him again.

The reason why she thinks so is because it has been more than a month since she was picked up. In the past month or so, Mo Liang has not 'touched' her once. She didn't have the luxury of being Mo Liang's wife. But he didn't even think she was a woman.

Baozi's dead mother told her that nine out of ten men are lustful, and one is left to be fake. Bao Ziyuan also thought that Mo Liang was just a hypocrisy. She used a lot of brains for this. For example, deliberately dressed and dangled in front of Mo Liang's eyes, such as waiting for Mo Liang to climb on his bedside after getting drunk, and even taking a bath in the house when Mo Liang was about to go home.

As a result, Mo Liang didn't look at her every time. On the one hand, Baozi felt annoyed, and on the other hand, he was ashamed of his actions. Every time I think about it, I secretly curse myself for being so cheap.

She really didn't want to leave Mo Liang, she already regarded him as her man. But if he didn't treat her like a woman, then her only value was the pitiful little money she earned every once in a while.

And if Mo Liang really succeeds, he will have money. Then she doesn't have any reason to exist.

When Baozi was upset, there was movement on the other side of the alley. Baozi followed the sound and saw Mo Liang's pale face coming out from behind the wall, and then screamed after her.

Mo Liang looked back and saw a long blood band behind him, extending to his left leg. A bloody hole was cut next to the knee of his left leg. It should have been hit by Handel's musket at that time, and Mo Liang didn't notice it in the panic.

Baozi hurriedly put Mo Liang into the house, helped him lie on the bed, and was about to check his wounds. Mo Liang grabbed her and said, "You go and clean up the blood stains outside the house, and don't let people follow the blood stains." ”

After the bun finished cleaning up the bloodstains, as soon as he entered the house, he saw Mo Liangle lying on the bed, holding a golden ball in his hand.

"Well, I've never seen such a baby. He held the golden ball up in front of the bun and said. The light of gold is reflected in the eyes of the buns, which is particularly dazzling.

Without saying a word, she took out needles and bandages in the room to help Mo Liang bandage his wounds. This is what Mo Liang taught her.

She saw a lot of fine iron sand near the wound, and a faint smell of burning. She scraped the iron sand, applied ointment, and tied it with a bandage. When she was doing all this, her hands kept moving, and her eyes were full of distress, as if the injury was not on Mo Liang, but on her.

"Don't worry, I can't die. Mo Liang said with a grin as he held the golden ball. He glanced at the bun twice and said, "You don't seem to be very happy that I came back with such a valuable thing?"

Baozi didn't pay attention to Mo Liang, and didn't look at the golden ball from beginning to end. Her mouth was closed tightly, like a stubborn child. When Mo Liang saw her appearance, he suddenly felt a little weak, and his mouth was no longer skinny. Quietly bandage the wound with a bun.

There is a treasure building in the center of the treasure city, which is resplendent and independent, and it is the residence and office of the city lord on weekdays.

At this moment, in the night sky above the treasure tower, a vague figure silently landed on the towering tower at the top of the building. Just looking at the size of this person, he is a round ball, but he can stand on one foot, which shows that the light point is at the spire. He held a cane in his hand and looked down on the city from a high vantage point. On the silver-gray metal face, a pair of iron balls swirled around, flashing with an eerie light in the night.

"Hee-hee, the worm has entered the worm's nest, and Lord Shentu can't find it anymore. A shrill voice sneered.

"Shut up. The man cursed, then grinned at an unbelievably exaggerated angle, a row of white steel teeth smiling.

"So, little bugs. Where are you hiding?"

At the same time, the second floor of the Treasure Building is constantly coming out of the sound of glamour. A monthly banquet is held here, inviting more than a dozen big businessmen who do business with Treasure City. One is to share information on current affairs in various places, and the other is to facilitate the city lord to listen to the opinions and suggestions of merchants.

Over the years, Jubaocheng has been adopting an enlightened governing strategy, listening to the opinions of businessmen from all walks of life and constantly revising various policies. In this respect, the city lord is undoubtedly a wise monarch.

At this time, this Ming Jun was dizzy from the torture of alcohol, but he still had to maintain a smile and continue to push and change glasses with the merchants.

In the middle of the banquet hall was a group of blonde Hokuriku women. The women wore only a skirt on their upper body, and a long transparent silk skirt on the lower body, through which the smooth thighs were faintly visible. All of them covered their faces with tulle, their waists trembling slightly, and they danced a fresh and blood-boiling northern dance. The businessmen attending the meeting all stretched their necks and stared at them in a daze.

"Lord Castle, where did you get such a group of sultry women?" asked one of the guests who was itching.

A middle-aged man sitting at the head of the hall smiled softly, "This dance team was purchased by someone from Hokuriku, thousands of miles away, last year. ”

"Isn't that a big cost?" the merchant asked.

"What, Brother Wang is interested? I know that you just accepted the twenty-third concubine last month. Another guest sitting next to him said playfully, "It is rumored that the women of the Hokuriku are like wolves and tigers, Brother Wang, and their bodies are important." ”

The merchant surnamed Wang sneered, but his eyes kept wandering over the dancing girl.

"Actually, if you spend money, it's nothing. But there are some things that you can't buy with money. The city lord said lightly.

"That's what the lord said. ”

"It's still the city lord who has the ability. ”

The guests came in and praised.

The city lord glanced at them, and he couldn't help but be proud in his heart. The person in this hall is not a rich person, and it is not easy to make them look at it.

At that moment, an abrupt voice interrupted the guests' praise and harmony.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

People followed the sound and saw a strange fat man wearing a mask appear in a corner of the hall at some point.

"There is more than glamorous, but not enough aura. It's okay not to watch this kind of dance. After the fat man finished speaking, he didn't care about the surprise of others, and walked to the center of the lobby by himself.

The lord of the city did not know who this man was for a moment, and was thinking about the strange man among the guests he had entertained. Seeing that the city lord did not speak, the dancers consciously retreated to both sides of the lobby. The fat man stood still, pretended to fiddle with the bow tie around his neck, then took off the bowler hat on his head, and bowed slightly to the city lord, looking polite.

"The traveler from a different country greets the lord of the city. ”

"Your Excellency?" the city lord asked vigilantly. His outfit looked like he was from Hokuriku, but he really didn't remember inviting Hokuriku people.

The fat man didn't answer, but said to himself, "I see that the lord of the castle seems to like the dance of the northern kingdom. I'm a little bit involved in this area, so why don't I dance an authentic northern dance, and ask the lord of the castle and everyone to evaluate it. After speaking, he stretched his limbs and looked eager to try.

"Shameless!shame!" said in another strange tone. The voice came from the fat man, and people didn't notice who was talking for a while.

I saw the fat man smash the ground with the cane in his hand. Then he stood up straight again, and without waiting for a reply, he put himself in a posture, standing on one foot and holding his hands in a virtual position. He stood in this position for a long time, but did not hear the music. I opened my eyes and looked at the musicians and said, "Why don't you play the music? ”

The musicians glanced at the fat man, then at the city lord, and then played the music.

With the sound of music. The fat man stood on tiptoe and began to spin in what he thought was light. The city lord only glanced at it a few times, but he had to admit that the fat man's dance in front of him was completely different from what the dancers had danced before. Although he is not a connoisseur of northern dance, he is quite knowledgeable. It can be seen that although there are only a few small movements, there is a smart atmosphere. The fly in the ointment is that such elegant dance steps are like a spinning top once matched with his fat body, which is ridiculous and funny.

A few of the guests laughed, but the fat man himself seemed unaware. He softly stretched out his hand, stood on tiptoe, tilted his head, and focused on the dance, dancing with relish.

The city lord also felt amused when he saw it, and he patiently admired it for a while. Only then did he give a gesture to the chief of the guard beside him with his eyes. The fat man's dance was fun, but he couldn't let a madman disturb the majesty of the city lord.

The chief guard understood, stepped forward and scolded loudly, "Where is the madman, dare to come to the city lord's mansion to make trouble!" Several guards got the order and stepped forward to surround the fat man. They did not use their blades, and it was very unlucky to see blood at the banquet of the lord of the city.

One of the guards reached out and grabbed the fat man, but he grabbed it empty. He looked at his hand, his expression a little dazed. I saw that several people next to me were also empty. They sensed something strange, so they turned to pounce, and a circle of people pounced on the fat man.

An incredible scene happened. One by one, the guards who pounced on him went straight through the fat man and fell to the ground. The fat man still wandered among the guards, dancing unbridled on the red carpet, like a phantom. Several of the guests thought that they had seen it wrong, and the city lord sitting on the chairman also widened his eyes at this moment, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Several of the guards stood up again. They certainly wouldn't believe that their bodies went straight through the fat man. They feel like they might have missed it. Although it also sounds quite unbelievable. After all, the fat man's body is by no means slender.

They surrounded the fat man again. Perhaps fearing a repeat of what had just happened, this time they did not pounce, but slowly narrowed the encirclement under the leadership of the chief of the guard.

The fat man stopped dancing. He was a little angry, not angry that the guards wanted to arrest him. Instead, he thought that they would surround him in such a way that the guests outside would not be able to see his graceful dancing.

"It's rude to disturb an artist's dance. The fat man said.

As soon as he finished speaking, something flew in the lobby.

There was a brief silence, followed by a scream of terror. It was from one of the dancers closest to the guards.

Most people didn't realize what was happening, until the captain of the guard fell to the ground after losing the command of his brain. Soon the head of the chief of the guard was found. It landed on a table in front of a guest not far away. The guest's mouth was wide open, as if it was about to tear the corners of his mouth. He was staring at the head in front of him, and on that head was the head of the guard with a blank expression.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Run, run. The strange voice from before rang out again. This time someone saw clearly, and the sound was actually made by the clown doll on the crutch. For a moment, it was like someone rang the starting pistol for the start of a game. The screams of women, the screams of men, the sound of broken wine glasses, the sound of tables and chairs tumbling. These sounds mingled together and reached the ears of the fat man. This fueled his desire to dance. He couldn't help but twist his neck and felt his blood boiling. But he still remembers that he had something to do.

At the head of the hall, the city lord was about to flee in a hurry surrounded by several guards. Just as he was about to disappear behind a curtain, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Don't be afraid, Lord Lord, I'm just here to ask you for a small favor. ”

I saw that one of the guards who was originally guarding the city lord turned his head at an incredible angle, and two iron balls were facing each other, and a row of steel teeth was smiling.