Gao Xiaoliu looked at the article in his hand.

"It's still not well written, and it took so long to find out." He pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Is my literary talent comparable to that show, you should be able to see it at a glance." ”

At this, his face sank again, and he looked in one direction with hatred.

"Bad luck, it's all because of this idiot!"

This is not a gorgeous box of the Huixian Tower, but a dark room without windows.

The interior furnishings are also very simple, one bed, one table and chairs.

Gao Xiaoliu sat on the chair, Zhike stood next to him, and there was also a person sitting on the bed.

In the dimly lit room, he is short in stature, like a child.

Hearing Gao Xiaoliu's scolding, he let out a cold snort.

This voice is not a child.

"Kill to kill, what article to write-"

It's okay that he didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Gao Xiaoliu, who was originally sitting, jumped up, reached the side of the bed in one step, raised his foot and kicked over.

The unfinished words of the person in the bed turned into a cry of pain.

It's not that he doesn't want to hide, but Gao Xiaoliu's legs are like a storm, and he can't dodge no matter how he dodges.

Until Zhike saw it for a moment, he kindly persuaded him: "Don't fight, the owner doesn't stop talking, it's not good for people to hear." ”

"What do you hear?" Gao Xiaoliu shouted, "I lost the bet, I owe money, and I deserve to be beaten to death!" ”

He kicked twice again, and the person on the bed couldn't even scream in pain, so he flicked his sleeves and stopped.

"A Dongmo man ran to my territory to kill people, you are still alive now, thank you Master Zu." He scolded, "You dare to say that I didn't write the right article, what? Write blood on Liu Xiucai's corpse like you did, and the murderer dies, that's right? Do you know how much trouble you're going to get into? ”

The person on the bed had been kicked to lie down, curled up even more small, although he couldn't exhale the pain, but when he heard this sentence, he still made a voice from between his teeth: "You are afraid of trouble, what kind of ink ..... are you?"

"What am I? I'm your ancestor—" Gao Xiaoliu turned around and raised his feet.

Zhike hurriedly stopped this time: "Forget it, the fool can't speak...", he leaned over and gently stroked Gao Xiaoliu's feet, "Don't kick your shoes badly." ”

Wearing gold and silver, he stepped on a pair of straw sandals on his six feet.

Gao Xiaoliu lowered his legs, his robe fell to cover his shoes, and walked back to the chair and sat down.

"Look at it, anything can call itself an inker, it's really not as good as a generation." He sat back in his chair and sighed.

The young face pretends to be old, and it looks a little funny.

Zhike sighed lightly: "Since the accident, the family business has been in ruins. ”

When these words came out, Gao Xiaoliu stopped talking, and a haze appeared in his eyes.

"Family business...."The man on the bed murmured again, "What the hell is going on?" All of a sudden, there was no one at home over there. ”

He is a juggler in the countryside of Jiaozhou, and he started because he inherited the master, but he didn't know much about the family, and he didn't have any contact.

"Family, watch and help each other, if you can't live, go and beg for food, I won't starve you to death."

Although he was lowly, he was self-reliant, and after the death of his master, he didn't want to beg for food, so he still walked the streets and alleys, juggling alone for a living, and he didn't encounter anything until he came to Jiaozhou that day.

The officials teased him, watched him juggle, and poured the rice into the dog bowl for him to eat, but the dog snatched it away.

He squatted in the corner, thinking that if he would not come to the official place in the future, he would still be honest with the countrymen, when a sinner saw it and gave him half a piece of bread.

He took it and thanked him, and wanted to eat it silently, but the sinner woman was a little delirious and cried to him to complain about his grievances.

The sinner's enemy was a scholar, and he was still a very rich and powerful family, and he knew that he couldn't ask questions, but he thought of his family.

So he asked the sinner for the sale, took her complaint, and handed it to the family as the master had taught.

But no one paid attention.

He personally came to the place where the master said that the head of the family was located, and the building was already empty.

He didn't know what was going on, but he accepted the appeal and couldn't ignore it, so he decided to go it alone.

He trekked to the capital, mixed with the acrobatic troupe, found out the movements of the murderer Liu Xiucai, and finally waited until he was alone in the restaurant, he got in through the door and window, and just strangled Liu Xiucai, he was stepped on from behind.

He thought he was going to die, and he was not afraid of death, but the man's feet were relieved: "Are you the ink one?" ”

He saw that the man was wearing straw sandals on his feet, but before he could express his joy at seeing his family, he was trampled on and fainted.

"I actually came to the capital to kill people, I really had to pull on my back to seek death, bad luck."

Before fainting, I heard a curse.

When he woke up, he was locked up in this room, beaten and scolded by this man.

He actually hasn't been in contact with anyone in this family, but he has only heard from the master, but it doesn't seem that he is a person in the world who is rich or low, like a family of brothers and sisters.

The ink man in this capital is not only not close, it is like having a grudge.

And no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an ink maker.

This person in the capital who is not like an ink maker seems to be a family member.

What he meant was that the family business had fallen, so how could the family business have fallen?

Gao Xiaoliu looked at this servant from Jiaozhou, oh, and said: "The giant is dead, the fifth division is also dead, and the giant order was issued, and the family was separated, so this family is gone, and the family business will naturally fall." ”

The servant on the bed stood up suddenly.

He curled up in bed like a child, and when he stood up, his figure suddenly expanded, tall and thin, and he turned out to be an adult, not shorter than Gao Xiaoliu.

"You talk nonsense!" He shouted, "Master said that this family will not be dissolved. ”

Master endured hardships and sins but was happy all his life, because he was not alone or widowed with a family: "So don't be afraid, we have a family and a family in this world. ”

Although he had never seen this home, he already considered himself a member of this family, how could this family be gone?

The sudden change in this figure can be frightening.

Zhike and Gao Xiaoliu's expressions were nothing.

Bone reduction.

That's why he was able to quietly enter the Huixian Tower through those narrow cracks in the doors and windows, hunched under Liu Xiucai's table, and when he raised his head to drink tea, he crawled out and hanged him like a snake.

There are a lot of weirdos in the family, and Gao Xiaoliu, a knowing guest, is not strange, and he doesn't care about his gaffes.

When they heard the news, they were even more out of shape than this servant, and Gao Xiaoliu lowered his eyes.

"I'm guilty of talking nonsense to you." He said, standing up and walking out, waving his hands vigorously, "It's really unlucky, delay me from gambling and making a fortune." ”

Zhike has already taken the first step, stretched out his hand to open the door, and the hustle and bustle outside the door instantly became overwhelming, mixed with flickering lights, and the lights were full of figures, waving chips in front of the table, getting rich overnight and losing money overnight.

"I don't believe it!" The bone-shrinking man hissed.

The hustle and bustle engulfed his voice, Gao Xiaoliu walked out, and the door was closed.

Gao Xiaoliu walked in the noisy casino with his hands in his hands, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"What can't be believed, the way of heaven is normal, life and death." He said.

Zhike followed behind him, did not speak, and suddenly thought of something.

"However, in addition to this Dongmo Lingren who suddenly appeared, Ximo suddenly had some movements."

The ink of the world is divided into five schools in the southeast, northwest, and north, with the master as the leader, and the following is divided into the head of each owner.

Gao Xiaoliu stopped, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What movement?" They also came to the capital to kill people? ”

Zhike hurriedly said: "No, they just came to ask for news from the capital." ”

The ink is divided into southeast, northwest, and middle, but the family is well-informed, and in the past, each family took the initiative to upload local news of the movement, but after they were separated five years ago, this matter was naturally cut off.

However, five years have passed, and it is not surprising that people who are cautiously hiding alive want to inquire about the news.

What about finding out the news?

After inquiring about the news, I knew that there were some fools who had attracted the attention of the government, so I continued to hide and steal my life for safety.

"Take care of that servant." Gao Xiaoliu said.

The answer is.

Gao Xiaoliu shook his hand, the corners of his mouth and eyebrows rose, and the person rushed towards the nearest gaming table.

"Let Jean, Sixth Master, I'm here—"