"Knock knock!"

A dull knock on the door sounded from the old gate of the Tanglin Department. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After waiting for a while, Murong saw that no one came to open the door, and couldn't help but think, "Is there no one inside?"

Just as he was about to knock it harder, he just raised his hand when the rather old door in front of him squeaked!' and slowly opened, and some flying ash fell from the crack of the door.

Inside the door stood a little old man with a hunched waist, silver hair, and kind eyebrows, who looked Murong up and down very kindly.

Seeing that it was such a generous elder who opened the door, Murong asked respectfully, "Old man, may I ask if this is the Tanglin Administration?"

Although he has a plaque of 'Tanglin Administration' on his head, Murong still plans to confirm it again, no matter how he says it, it is also a position personally appointed by the lord of Nanwu, although Murong still can't figure out what kind of official position this 'Tanglin Guard' is, but seeing such a dilapidated and deserted mansion always makes him feel unsteady.

The old man was still looking at Murong carefully as if he hadn't heard what Murong said, until Murong was a little hairy by him, and after coughing lightly, he raised his voice: "Old man, may I ask ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the little old man look flustered, and then muttered, "Ouch yo ......", and then fell backwards.

Murong was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously wanted to reach out to help, but the old man's hands shook Murong's outstretched hand with unusually sensitivity, plopped, and fell to the ground.

Then I saw the little old man, falling to the ground, holding his waist with one hand, and constantly pulling Murong's trouser leg with the other, howling like a bell: "Ouch, it hurts me to death, young man, why don't you walk without looking at the road, it hurts me to death!"

Murong looked at the scene in front of him with a black line on his face, and a very fashionable word appeared in his mind.

"Touch porcelain!"

Turning around and looking at some small vendors who were packing up their things not far from the door, those vendors heard the old man's shouts as if they didn't hear them, and they were completely unaffected.

And at this time, a black fat man came out in the distance inside the door, holding a big pot in his left hand, holding a bright kitchen knife in his right hand, followed by a white-haired puppy at his feet, and shouted: "Who, which bastard who doesn't have long eyes dares to bully our Donglingwei people, don't you want to live!"

The man's voice was full of breath, and he could hear it from afar.

And the white-haired puppy at the man's feet also howled a few times, and the barking was not much inferior to that of the black fat man, grinning with his teeth, as if he was going to pounce on him in the next moment, but the petite body looked a little funny.

Murong was also dumbfounded when he saw that this old man and a fat dog were so tacitly cooperating, okay, the bitter master and thugs are all complete, professional!

At the same time as Murong sighed, the black fat man stepped over in three steps and two steps, and did not pick up the little old man who was crying while sitting on the ground, but glared at Murong menacingly, and said loudly: "Boy, you hit our old-timers who are talented in Donglin Weicai, civil and military, virtuous and respectable, and virtuous and artistic, do you still want to run?"

Murong twitched the corners of his mouth unconsciously, there were really too many slots and I didn't know where to start complaining, did this dead fat man plan to buckle a hit-and-run hat for him as soon as he came up, he really couldn't bear to look at it directly, this was really no lower limit at all, so he put his hand into his arms......

Although the little old man on the ground kept muttering, the corner of his eyes did not leave Murong's body, and when he saw this stupid boy touching his arms, he couldn't help but feel happy, and said secretly: "This month's meat money has fallen!"

And the fierce black fat man with the 'murder weapon' in his hand also eased his expression, grinning at the corners of his mouth and trying to laugh and endure it, while nodding at Murong and saying: "Count your acquaintance, you can do it yourself as much as you lose, if it is less, this matter is not over!"

"Next!"

Seeing that Murong threw a piece of something over with an expressionless face, the black fat man's hands were not empty, so he hurriedly put the thing in his arms, and then put the knife in his hand under his armpit, and while holding the thing in front of him, he said: "What the hell, boy, let me tell you, don't be ignorant of the goods, if you dare to take any garbage and shoddy things, this matter is not over......" Before he finished speaking, he took a look at the things in his hands by the faint light.

"Damn!"

"Ahem"

Seeing the fat man's stunned expression, the little old man quickly coughed twice.

Ignoring the little old man's eyes that kept floating towards him, the black fat man pulled up the little old man sitting on the ground, sighed and said, "Fourth master, don't pretend, your own people." ”

"Since... Your own people?"

Seeing that the little old man was still at a loss, the fat man didn't say anything, and stuffed the things in his hand into the old man's arms.

The old man handed it to his eyes and saw that the three dragons flying and phoenix dancing with big characters were standing in the center of the iron plaque - "Tanglin Wei"

"Damn!"

I performed for a long time with my passion, and in order to achieve a realistic effect, I almost held back a few tears of tears, and my feelings were all free of charge from the old artist. The old man said with a hesitant face: "Little brother, it's wrong for you to do this, and you don't have a superficial identity when you enter the door, my old man is old, and he has old arms and legs, it's easy for me." ”

Murong rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "There's no way, isn't this a chance, your old hands and feet are too fast, I haven't said this yet, just a word, you just lay on the ground, and then sang like this!"

"Ahem!"

The old man coughed twice more to hide his embarrassment.

Didn't he look at Murong's bright clothes, and he spoke with a foreign accent, he looked like a fat sheep, didn't he hold back, who knew that such an oolong was coming.

After stroking the token in his hand twice, the old man stuffed the token back into Murong's hand, let him in, and muttered while closing the door: "I haven't made anyone to us for so many years, and the two of us have come in less than three years, it's too frequent, strange, it's too strange!"

"Frequently?" Murong, who had just entered the door, couldn't help but jump when he heard this word, wouldn't it be the three of them who heard this, the 'Tanglin Guard', who was quite imposing in the past.

Looking at the little old man who was silent and seemed to be thinking seriously, Murong asked suspiciously: "This Tanglin Agency, won't it be just the three of us?"

The fat man on the side interjected: "How can there be only three of us in such a big place!"

Murong nodded, this Tanglin Department was indeed quite big at a glance, but it was very quiet, and he just wanted to ask where the others went.

The fat man turned around and beckoned, shouting, "Isn't this still there, Xiaochun, come back, have dinner." ”

I saw the little white dog at the door running over, and his cheerful appearance was like two dogs when he yelled at Murong before.

Murong glanced at the little old man who was trying to resolve the embarrassment by contemplation, the black fat man who was not embarrassed at all, and the puppy named Xiaochun, Murong couldn't help but sigh and said: "Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!"