The ghostwriter Tao drank wine at night, and seemed to be sleeping and was thinking about marrying a wife, and a person of status like him should also have a woman to take care of.

There is an eighteen-year-old girl who is waiting for life to have a taste, looking forward to it for so many years, and now his conditions are finally ripe, the house has been renovated early, and new furniture has been purchased, and it is absolutely no problem to sleep two people in a big bed.

And then there is the joy that the gray income continues to go into his pocket.

was also in a daze with ghostwriting peach, and was picked up from the quilt by two men in black.

The ghostwriter Tao's wine woke up all of a sudden, and he stopped drinking loudly, I am the prefect's master, I am the prefect's father-in-law, if you rob money, I will fulfill you, just don't hurt the innocent.

The man in black didn't respond, and gagged him with his stinking skunk.

The ghostwriter Tao was too puzzled, thinking, if he didn't rob the money, he would not rob the old man, and it would be ridiculous to slip the world.

The ghostwriter Tao wanted to say but couldn't speak, humming in his nose but couldn't express any meaning.

After the contemporary Bi Tao was locked up in a separate room, the stinky sinky substance in his mouth was dragged out by the man in black, and he vomited a few times, saying, you will make a big deal if you rob me over, it is better to let me go, and treat it as if nothing happened.

The man in black laughed twice at this time and said very seriously, you listen carefully, give you two days to explain clearly what you did at Qingxuzi's funeral, especially what you did to the spirit stone.

The ghostwriter Tao said stubbornly, you can listen well, I am the prefect's father-in-law, I am the prefect's master, call your head, I have something to say.

The man in black slammed the door shut.

The ghostwriter Tao still wanted to say something, but no one listened.

In the morning, the ghostwriter Tao vented his dissatisfaction with the door, in Lingshi City, who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall and dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head?

He hurriedly kicked down the iron door, but was disrupted by the pain in his heart, and he walked around the room a few times, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Just mention what was done to the spirit stone at the funeral? He didn't do anything, just a ceremonial and purposeless fun, to say that he wanted to do something for Ying Lingshi, just to do some work for Smith, so that Ying Lingshi could set off quickly.

If that's what counts, it's worth tying him up for that matter.

The ghostwriter Tao thought about it and thought about it at noon, he had not eaten a meal since he could remember, and although he couldn't eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas with his ghostwriting income, he was still guaranteed three meals a day.

Finally, when it got dark, the ghostwriter Tao couldn't bear it, and shouted aggrievedly, come on, I'll explain.

But no matter how he shouted and lost his temper, no one cared about him.

The ghostwriter Tao had no confidence, and looked at the iron door again and again, only one day, he thought, people can answer whatever they ask, the taste of hunger is really unbearable.

Night is the most testing person, having a bed quilt has become a luxury, the taste of hunger and loneliness is the first time for him, and there is even medicine and wine, if you don't use it for a day, you can't wait to hit your head against the wall.

"Is there anyone, can you give some medicinal wine? Can ......" ghostwriter Tao shouted to cut his throat, but no one cared about it.

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Ximen Erlang also often takes medicine and wine, but he was born in poverty, and he can also get through, and he can survive three days and five days of disobedience, although the whole body is uncomfortable everywhere, but he still endures it, a hunger can't be solved, and it's not a fool's dream to mention medicine and wine?

A few pounds and a few taels know best.

Yun Jin sat on the Taishi chair, and below stood Jia Shike, Ximen Erlang and ghostwriter Tao, Yun Jin said calmly, Ximen Erlang, if you have anything to explain, just say, if you don't think about it, please ask the ghostwriter Tao to answer first.

Ximen Erlang said, I will explain first, at the funeral of Qingxuzi, I just approached Ying Lingshi politely, just to be happy, and in the end, I was only forced by Smith's threat to persuade him to leave early.

Yun Jin looked at Ximen Erlang and nodded, and said, I hope what you said is true, there is no falsehood, and I will reward you with two bowls of porridge!

Ximen Erlang was dizzy, picked up the porridge and drank it vigorously.

The ghostwriter swallowed his saliva, and the aroma of porridge stimulated him.

Yun Jin pointed to the ghostwriter Tao again and said, what do you have to explain?

The ghostwriter Tao said, every word I said was absolutely true, and I was the same as Ximen Erlang at Qingxuzi's funeral, and I didn't do anything to be sorry for Ying Lingshi.

Yun Jin nodded and said, reward you with a bowl of porridge, ugly words are ahead, if someone reports you, it will not be so polite.

The ghostwriter Tao nodded and said confidently, what I said is true.

The three of them were locked up in the same room, and the ghostwriter who ate porridge had a straight waist and a higher voice.

"Father, you have also been kidnapped, and I don't know where this group of people has the confidence, no one dares to do it."

Jaske smiled bitterly and said that this matter should be led by Ying Lingshi.

The ghostwriter Tao said in a low voice, this matter can't be believed, and then he pointed to the door, the meaning was obvious, for fear that someone outside would eavesdrop.

The ghostwriter Tao is a cautious person, and he doesn't do anything that comes out of his mouth.

Ximen Erlang is calm, he is originally poor, he has nothing, and he can't get worse here than a few months ago, the most important thing is that he is a small person, and the sky is falling and the big man is holding it.

It wasn't until the arrival of the Baked Cake Tan that there was an unusual joy here, it turned out that the Baked Cake Tan had just finished closing the stall, and was happily counting the broken silver and copper coins, and he didn't even notice that a few black-clothed people were standing in front of him.

"Heroes, take these, and this baked cake, just take it." Baked Cake Tan thinks that when he encounters bandits, he doesn't suffer immediate losses, and some losses are reasonable.

"Don't talk nonsense, come with us." The man in black said and punched Tan to stun the baked cake.

When Tan woke up, he stayed in a room with an iron door, and thought aggrievedly: "I haven't offended anyone, if I rob money, is my small business worth robbing?" If you kidnap, isn't it a little too short-sighted, how much can a seller of baked cakes make? It's really puzzling. ”

At this time, a man in black said, listen carefully, think about whether he did anything harmful to the spirit stone at Qing Xuzi's funeral.

Baked cake Tan replied tightly, I have a very strong relationship with Ying Gongzi, if you want to say that the person who is good to him, I dare to say that I am the only one left except for his parents.

The man in black sneered, it doesn't work to say it now, you will say it in two days.

Baked Cake Tan still wanted to say more, but no one responded to him, so he said to himself: "Don't ask a question, just tie people up, lawlessness, and the life of an honest person?" ”

Also on this night, Simon Dalang was also pushed in.

The man in black still said in his usual tone, Ximen Dalang, listen well, think carefully about whether he did anything harmful to the spirit stone at the funeral of Qingxuzi.

Ximen Dalang looked confused and said, what is the matter, why am I doing something harmful to the spirit stone at the funeral of Qingxuzi? Am you mistaken?

Yaobaotan looked at Ximen Dalang's attitude, and complained, who said no, even my bad old man was tied up, and he must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Only then did Ximen Dalang pay attention to the baked cake Tan Lai in the corner of the wall, and said, I don't know who is so reckless, and he will be tied up when he says that he will tie it up.

Baked cake Tan said tightly, who said it wasn't.

Baked Cake Tan licked the sore corner and said, I haven't even let me drink saliva for a whole day, and there is still a hard day, you have to be prepared.

Simon said, what is this? When you go out, you want to ask for an explanation, do you want to talk about the law?

Baked Cake Tan sneered and said, who said no, you can't spare them when you go out, it's too unmartial arts.