"Which dog (anti-harmony) mother-raised!" the middle-aged man named Meitai roared angrily. Although he is not a big figure in this place, he can't tolerate someone who interferes with his good deeds in front of him.

"Meitai, you are so bold, you dare to speak disrespectfully to the three young people!" At this time, a bald man stood out, dressed as a martial artist, and it seemed that he should be a master with a strong fighting spirit.

When Metei heard this, the original look of indignation on his face suddenly changed to the kind of smile on his face when he talked to Il before.

"Ah, it turned out that the three young men were here! Look at my mouth, I should hit it! Hehe. Meitai slapped herself as she said flattering words. Looking at the three ruffian young men who helped him stand before, they have long since disappeared.

"Look at you! The bald man looked at this dog-legged dog with his tail wagging and begging for mercy without cutting it, and his disgust deepened.

"Iron head, you can't be too many. The feminine voice came from the crowd again. Everyone heard about it.

Who is that person called Sanshao? Yir also looked in the direction where the voice came from, full of curiosity.

I saw a handsome young man in a purple gemstone robe striding forward, followed by no less than ten servants, and the pomp and circumstance seemed quite grand.

This person must be three years old...... Il's inner draw a conclusion. Because everyone present believed that no one but him could make the man named Meitai slap himself like a grandson.

The handsome young man known as the Third Young Man walked over slowly, looked at Il a few times, then turned his head and smiled slightly, reaching out to stop Meitai from continuing to slap his face.

"You don't have to abuse yourself like that. Sanshao gently stroked Meitai's face with one hand, like a benevolent godfather forgiving believers who had made their own mistakes.

But Meitai did not become calmed down by these loving words, but showed a desperate expression, and the dirty snot and tears couldn't stop flowing down: "Sanshao, spare your life!"

What's the matter? Didn't the young man named Sanshao already forgive him, shouldn't he be happy? Yi'er thought so, but he didn't notice the onlookers around him at all, and there was a look of fear on his face.

"Don't worry, Meitai, Ben Shao is the kind of person who kills innocents indiscriminately, I won't want your life......" San Shao said with a smile on his face.

Although many onlookers felt ashamed of Meitai, a treacherous villain who bullies good and fears evil on weekdays, after the three young men said the words just now, they all showed unbearable and regretful looks. Only Il, who still stood still, couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Iron Head ......"

"In, three less. The bald man came to the third young man and bowed his head to obey the order.

"Since Meitai likes to be a tour guide so much, then we will fulfill his ......" San Shao touched his chin and looked considerate.

"Three young people, spare my life! I don't dare anymore! spare my life!" Meitai let out a heart-rending pleading.

"Drag him out and cripple his two feet for me......" San Shao instructed the bald man in front of him in an extremely flat tone, as if doing so was a natural and ordinary thing.

The man named Ironhead nodded yes.

"Ah!!h

"Subordinate ......" Before Yi'er could say the word mercy, someone behind him grabbed the corner of his clothes. Ilr turned his head to see a teenager about his age motioning for him not to continue.

"Hmm......" San Shao stopped, looked at Yi'er again with a slightly puzzled gaze, and couldn't see anything worthy of his attention except for the ridiculous bandage image, then snorted lightly and waved away.

As for the middle-aged man Meitai, who was looking for trouble with Il at the beginning, he was dragged to a "execution" by his subordinates under the orders of the bald man.

The farce ended, and the onlookers dispersed. And Yir looked at the figure of the purple-robed young man leaving with a large group of followers, and still didn't understand what was going on.

Why didn't so many people who watched the excitement just now stand up to stop this tragedy? And where is the woman named Brama?...... Il, who had just woken up, was faced with a lot of things to figure out.

"I'll give you a sentence for free, in the place of the Longjin Chamber of Commerce, it's best not to talk nonsense. The young man who had just stopped Il from continuing to speak dropped such a sentence and left with the scattered crowd.

Who is this kid, and why is he saying this to himself?

In order to clear up the many questions, Il caught up with the mysterious teenager.

"Wait a minute, may I ask who you are?"

The young man stopped, looked at Il, and said, "Don't you even understand the basic politeness of introducing your own name before asking for someone's name?"

Yir was stunned, he didn't expect such an answer.

"Yes, I'm sorry. My name is...... Illidan. Il, embarrassed, reported his "new name".

The boy was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Bicester." ”

Bicester?I guess that's his name, Ill speculated.

"I'll go back to my room first. Bicester remained aloof, and didn't seem to have much interest in Il.

"Wait a minute. Ilr stopped Bicester, who was leaving.

"What's the matter?" Bicester paused, looking back at Il.

The young man, Bicester, was a little shorter than Il, had a somewhat dull complexion, and wore a slightly shabby linen breeches, plus curly brown hair that seemed to be unkempt in normal life...... It's a dirty feeling.

However, Il didn't care about that, he thought he had to get to know the situation around here as soon as possible. On the premise that he couldn't find the young woman in Brama, the young man in front of him who was about the same age as himself was the target of his inquiry.

"What is this place? What is the Longjin Chamber of Commerce you just talked about? And why did you stop me from speaking to save people?" Il asked three questions in one breath, but they were only the tip of the iceberg of many doubts in his mind.

Bicester scratched his head in pain and said to himself, "Sure enough, it's a new guy." ”

"Huh?" Il was new to the place, and he didn't deny it, but why would Bicester say that.

"Hey newcomer, your name is Illidan, isn't it?" asked Bicest.

"Yes, what's the problem?" Il seemed to have come to terms with the new name he had come up with in a hurry.

Bicester turned to face Il, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then I'll be kind enough to tell you one more thing." ”

"Please advise. Il's look of humility for advice.

With an incomprehensible smile on his face, Bicester said, "You have to be paid to ask people or ask questions here." ”

Ah? Is there a mistake! Ask a question and give money? Ilton's mind was in confusion, what kind of place is this, and who is this Bicester who is the same age as himself in front of him? It is too strange to ask for money when they meet for the first time!