Baisha Pavilion City "Baoren Hall", the spacious hall has become a pot of porridge. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info A servant servant was squeezed into the corner and couldn't move, watching the demons in the hall dance with a bitter face. And outside the hall, there are even more doors, and it is extremely cold, seeing the chaos in the hall like this, even if there are customers who come to the door, they are scared away.

Hundreds of shopkeepers in silk robes surrounded Liu Yuan, the shopkeeper of "Baorentang", in the middle, and kept pushing and shoving him, screaming and shouting at him, looking at the posture and tearing him apart:

"Liu Yuan, what do you mean? I was running my business in a good manner, and I was suddenly invited to your store, what do you want to do?"

"Yes, yes, shopkeeper Liu Yuan, although you are also the number one person in Baisha Pavilion City, you have gone too far to forcibly drag all our shopkeepers here, right? ”

"I don't want to eat your set, Liu Yuan, you understand for me, you must compensate for all the losses of our 'Yichun Store' today, otherwise your home will be demolished." ”

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Liu Yuan, who was surrounded in the middle, was flushed, sweating profusely, and his head was swollen with pain. Today, he was running his own "Baorentang" in a good manner, and suddenly the garrison attacked everywhere and forcibly detained the shopkeepers of all the shops in the city and sent them to the "Baorentang". Liu Yuan also didn't know who was behind the scenes and made such an accident, but no matter how he defended himself, the preconceived shopkeeper suffered a little bit in the process of being detained.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet, listen to me. At this time, on a large case directly north of the "Baoren Hall", a middle-aged shopkeeper wearing gray and black cocoons, looking dirty, and completely looking like a rural rich man, climbed up with difficulty, panting, swinging his arms vigorously, and shouted to the messy shopkeeper below.

Hundreds of shopkeepers fell silent at the same time, turned their heads to look at him suspiciously, and immediately realized that most of them did not know him. And those who knew each other immediately shouted angrily: "Direction, what are you doing on the table? You are only a few grocery stores, and one is a rich man in the countryside, and now which shopkeeper here is not as big as your family and has a noble status, and it is rude for you to dare to jump on the table!"

"Get down, old fellow, believe it or not. As soon as he heard the introduction of the identity of the middle-aged rich man named Xiangxiang by the shopkeeper he knew, the rest of the shopkeepers were in an uproar, and they all pointed the finger at him.

A dry shopkeeper inexplicably invited the garrison office, and there were guards from the garrison department at the door of "Baorentang", and they couldn't walk if they wanted to, and they were all full of anger, and no one was pleasing to the eye.

The direction of the chubby face was full of helplessness, and shouted loudly: "Be quiet, from now on, I will be your new master, you all have to listen to my orders, do you understand?"

"What are you talking about? You're not **** crazy, are you?" The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, and several of the shopkeepers who were not very good-tempered had already laughed and scolded. One of them, a middle-aged shopkeeper with a meaty face and a handful of black hair on his left cheek, was obviously a little over-angry, climbed directly to the table and dragged him down, and then kicked him a few meters away, scolding: "Get out of the way, there are all shopkeepers here, where is there room for you bastard to talk?"

Some shopkeepers who are steady by nature, who seem to have something to say when they hear the direction, and the background is not shallow at all, they want to ask for an understanding, but they don't wait to ask, the direction has been pulled down and kicked by a pinch of black hair, and they glanced at each other one by one, and then shrank back, and decided to continue to wait and see what happened.

"You, you dare to hit me?" Xiang was kicked so much that he almost broke his ribs, and he couldn't even breathe in pain, and he barely struggled to get up, and said in shock and anger, "You are so bold, do you know who my son is?"

"Lao Tzu doesn't care who your son is, it's useless for you to move out of your Lao Tzu now, Lao Tzu will teach you to be obedient today. A pinch of black hair said viciously, and when he stepped forward and raised his foot, he was about to kick his head and face in the opposite direction.

Just as the shopkeeper's face showed a gloating expression, suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and at the same time a cold wind blew, and then a miserable scream was heard, and a figure flew out. When everyone looked at it, they saw a handful of black hair flying out, and their bodies slammed into the walls of the hall, and a mouthful of blood sprayed all over their bodies. As for the direction, he was carefully helped up from the ground by a teenager.

The young man was dressed in an ink silk robe, with a silk belt around his waist, and a silver crown on his head.

The noisy and arrogant shopkeeper suddenly closed his mouth like a cicada in the autumn wind, and did not say a word. A handful of black hair, which was originally arrogant and domineering, was kicked half to death, several ribs were broken, and his face was full of horror, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart.

For a while, the entire hall was silent.

Although the shopkeepers are all well-known figures in Baisha Pavilion City, and they all have their own deep backgrounds and backstages, in the face of a dignified Heavenly Mandate Master, even if it is the lowest-level civil lord, they don't dare to make a mistake, after all, the huge difference in identity and status between the two is here.

Looking at the young man, Liu Yuan, the shopkeeper of "Baorentang", had beads of sweat rolling on his forehead, and his whole body was cold.

Dozens of soldiers from the garrison who were originally loosely guarding outside the door rushed in at this time, and saw the young Heavenly Destiny Master holding in the direction of Tutou Tutou, bending down to carefully arrange his robes for him, all with sneering faces.

"Bastard Wang Ba, you ******** want to die, even our adult's father dares to beat him!" One of the strong men with an iron chain belt at his waist was furious, and rushed forward with a curse, about to kick the handful of black hair to death. However, after rushing out a few steps, he was coldly glanced at by the young Heavenly Destiny Master, his heart jumped, and he slowly stopped.

The young Heavenly Destiny Master is Fang Muye, he dragged over a Taishi chair, helped the direction to sit down, rubbed his chest for him, and didn't look at the silent shopkeeper, but turned to a dry armor with a gloomy face and said, "Who picked up my father?"

The chain belt armor soldier's throat moved, and he stepped forward and said, "My lord, it's me." ”

"What did I tell you then?"

"You asked me to pick up the old lady and send 'Baorentang', saying that he will be the chief shopkeeper of all the shops in Baisha Pavilion City next. The chain belt armorer said abruptly.

"And then you take him and throw him in the middle of the garbage, and look at his jokes regardless of it, right?"

The armorer's face turned red, and he was about to argue, but under the pressure of Fang Muye's sharp eyes, he felt that his little careful thinking was completely seen through by him, and the thousands of reasonable excuses that he had originally thought of couldn't be said anyway.

"Drag me down, whip me thirty times, strip me of the garrison, and rush to the mine to work as an overseer. Fang Muye said coldly.

When the armorer of the iron chain belt heard this, he knelt on the ground and shouted loudly, "wronged", begging Fang Muye to take back his life. Since Qianluo took over, the salary of the soldiers of the garrison has not risen a little, how could there have been blood jade distribution every month before?

Fang Muye looked disgusted, turned his head and coldly swept the stunned soldiers: "What, no one listens to my words?" No wonder the boss said that I, the chief of the security department, was in vain, and I didn't even speak a fart. ”

As soon as they heard Fang Muye's words, the rest of the armor soldiers trembled in unison, and immediately rushed out a few people, dragging the begging chain belt armor to the door, and after a while, the sound of whips whipping skin and flesh wildly, and the wailing of the chain belt armor soldier came in. The rest of the armor soldiers, along with all the shopkeepers, felt as if the whip had been drawn on them, and their bodies were like lancet felt, and they were very involuntary.