Mu Mu Yin seems to have endless tears and remorse.

This time, it was the turn of the turtledove to sigh gloomily.

"What a pity, beaver!"

"You've got a broken leg and can't ride a horse! Your hand hurts, and you can't chop wood! You have small shoulders and can't pick up water! You don't even have your own land, where to grow vegetables? ”

"Live well, beaver!"

"When you're almost better, come and help me!"

"Together, let's reorganize the rebels and kill America!"

……

The twenty-three-year-old scalp looked tremblingly at the familiar stranger in the mirror.

It's the first time he's worn a suit since he's grown up.

No, not even the first time he wore a full garment.

"I think...... Somewhat tight! He said with a twisted scalp and a twitch of his shoulders.

Little Andre raised his hand, touched his shoulder, stroked his sleeve, and said, "It's not tight, just right!" ”

"But...... I really feel a little tight, and besides, the tie is so tight that I can't breathe! "My scalp is so restrained that I don't even know how to put my hands when I perform on stage for the first time.

"Scalp, are you questioning my craft?" Little Andrei said dissatisfiedly.

"No, it's not that I'm questioning your craftsmanship - and it's so hot to wear that you see I'm sweating all the time!"

"Don't be nervous, Scalp! Why are you so nervous when you just put on a dress? ”

"I'm not nervous!" The scalp did a chest expansion exercise, and once again discovered the shortcomings of the dress, "Look, I can't even stretch my arms!" No, no, this dress doesn't work—"

Scalp complained as he took off the brand-new clothes on his body.

"Don't take it off!" "You are now our Priest of Peace!" It represents our face, do you still want to negotiate with others shirtless like before? ”

I scratched my scalp and felt a little embarrassed.

He originally thought that the job of negotiation was very simple, as long as he had a mouth. But he never thought that just wearing clothes would make him feel extremely awkward.

He couldn't understand why people like Anderson felt that wearing a suit was extremely comfortable.

"Okay, okay, let's wear it like that!"

Scalp gave up the struggle and allowed Andre to put his clothes back on himself.

Looking at the strange self in the mirror, the scalp felt like a prisoner about to be executed.

"And where do I put my knife?" A new problem has been discovered on the scalp.

"You're here to negotiate, not to fight, what are you doing with a knife?" Andrei asked.

"No! No way! Scalp insisted, "I can do without anything, I can't do without a knife." ”

"Then I can't help it!"

Scalp had a knife in his hand, and he was testing it on his belt, on his back, and on his trouser legs, but he felt awkward wherever he put it.

Spent at least two hours in front of the mirror, until the giant hard came in and urged him: "Scalp, don't mess around, people are impatient!" ”

"I'm still impatient!" Scalp seized this opportunity, scolded, ripped off his tie, and walked out with a knife.

"Hey, wait! Wait a minute! You haven't ...... your pants zipper yet," shouted little Andre after him.

The scalp has fled as fast as it can.

……

Armstrong walked around the conference room, from morning to evening, without even a bite of lunch.

"What a rude bastard these Indians! They should all be hung up and taught them what civilized manners are! ”

The water cups in the house were empty, and no one came in to fill them.

"I don't think they want to talk, Captain!"

"Then don't talk to them, let's go!"

"Smith, go tell them that our patience is limited! If that's their attitude, they'll never want to sign a peace agreement with us! ”

The five negotiators in the room were indignant. They are all professionals with rich negotiation experience, in their past negotiation experience, how can they be so neglected today?

It's nothing short of humiliating!

Can't stand it!

Through the glass window, Armstrong saw groups of Indian soldiers practicing under the mountain.

They formed a neat formation, and after each size they had gathered, they ran into the distance.

"Smoke miasma! In a terrible mess! The rabble! Armstrong yelled.

At this moment, the door to the conference room was pushed open with a bang.

A guy in baggy clothes rushed in, still with a knife in his hand.

Armstrong was full of anger and could not vent it, and when he saw this man, he scolded him:

"Where did you come from, pig! Don't know if this is a negotiation room? Wandering around recklessly, didn't your turtledoves teach you what it means to be polite? Get out! Knock! ”

Naturally, the person who comes is the scalp!

He was anxiously struggling with the suit that made him uncomfortable, but unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he heard an angry scolding.

He was a little confused, and stretched out his finger to point at himself, "Are you scolding me?" ”

"You're the one who scolds!" Crick stood up impulsively and shouted, "We came to negotiate with you with kindness, what are you doing with us?" If that's your attitude, you'll never want peace—"

"you!" Scalp scolded angrily, "Lao Tzu is a priest of peace, saying that peace is peace, how old are you!" ”

The priest of peace in White Rock City is never soft in scolding, and he is never cowardly in fighting.

Considering his title, he was embarrassed to use a knife, so he threw the knife to little Andre who was chasing after him, took off the clothes that made him very uncomfortable, rushed up and gave the leader a punch!

Bang!

Right in the middle of the door, the leader leaned back.

Armstrong never expected that he was just scolding, and that person would really dare to beat himself?

Just while he was thinking, 'How dare he?' When I asked this question, my face was already crackling, and I was slapped several times left and right!

After his scalp loosened the placket, he could only fall to the ground without distinguishing between east and west, north and south. I just thought to myself, 'How dare he?' But for a moment I forgot what to do.

"On Lao Tzu's territory, you dare to be so arrogant!"

Scalp wiped the blood from his palm against Armstrong's shirt and looked up at the stunned three white negotiators and an Indian interpreter.

Whistled.

The voice was as flirtatious as that of an old bastard passing by Christina's house, the kind who didn't have a few dollars in his trouser pocket.

……

Scalp untied the tie around his neck and threw it to little Andre, who was also stunned behind him.

He lifted his trouser leg with a knife, took off his hard leather shoes, and sat down on a chair.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

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