The boy was on a horse, with a sincere smile and a clear gaze.

But the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, which is as big as a tea shed, and the xenomorph BMW with a crotch as big as a tea shed, doesn't look like a good person.

"It's you kid again!" The strong man with a meaty face grinding his back molars with cracking eyes.

The beard was sloppy, and the old man was also angry, and replied: "The small shop does not welcome people who drink tea and do not give money, and if you want to drink tea, you can pay the bill first." ”

Fang Ping jumped off the horse, lifted the halberd rod, and with a bang, the tail of the halberd rod sank into the hard ground like a pestle.

The two people in the tea shed gasped, how much strength does it take to insert it so deeply?

"Mother, come down and rest for a while, drink some tea, and relieve fatigue." Fang Ping completely ignored the two dumbfounded people in the tea shed, turned into a filial son and walked to the carriage and helped his mother get out of the carriage.

"I'm going to drink tea too." Fang Ying shouted.

At first, she liked to ride in the carriage, bumpy and bumpy, but after a few days of bumps, her back hurt and her buttocks hurt.

Seeing the old man who was a family of three sitting at the wooden table, he sent a pot of tea under Fang Ping's urging, although he knew it, he still asked unwillingly: "Do you want to give money this time?" ”

Fang Ping glanced at the old man: "What kind of money does the black store give!" ”

Familiar rhetoric, familiar tone.

When the man heard this, he couldn't wait to pull out the firewood knife under the stove and make Fang Ping into a big meat bun.

Fang Ping got up, walked to the stove by himself, opened the cage drawer, the mist was rising, steamed sweet potatoes, yams, wowotou, meat buns, pumpkins, kneaded into a rich aroma, and the big bag of sweat medicine next to it was particularly eye-catching.

"It's really polite to know that I'm here and have prepared so many things." Fang Ping hugged the cage drawer folded into a one-person height and returned to the table.

"Meat buns!" Fang Ying licked her lips, she had eaten dry food in the past few days.

"Don't worry." Fang Ping pointed to the man with red eyes, "You come and taste what kind of stuffing this is made of." ”

"I ...... Not hungry. The man shook his head.

His reaction showed that the stuffing of the bun was not normal.

Fang Ping didn't bother to care: "Eat a pumpkin." ”

"I'll eat." The old man stepped forward and not only ate a steamed pumpkin, but also a steamed sweet potato and a steamed yam.

"Okay, stand down."

Fang Ping grabbed a steamed sweet potato and handed it to Fang Ying, when it was his turn, the fist-sized nest head, chewing without chewing, one by one, slid down the throat to the stomach, the peeled sweet potato, yam, also one bite at a time.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

More than a dozen big men arrived in front of the tea shed with a gust of wind.

The man in the lead, when he saw the Fang Tian painting halberd erected in front of the tea shed, his face was taken aback, the black halberd of one zhang and two feet long, the whole body flowed with a cold and cold metal color, the halberd rod was engraved with a unicorn dragon pattern, and the halberd was as sharp as a rainbow.

"Three masters!"

The old man in the tea shed was overjoyed and pounced out.

Finally, there is a person who can do justice, the three masters in his mouth are the largest mountain in the vicinity, the three masters of the snake village, and the cultivation is horizontal martial arts, invulnerable, and the cultivation is as high as eight grades.

"Old thing, let you set up a stall here, but you didn't really let you open the door to do business, what's the matter with this weapon?" The three masters of the snake village kicked away the old man in disgust.

"The anger of the three masters, this weapon belongs to that kid, he drank tea and didn't give money before, and today he came to eat and drink for nothing, but he didn't put our snake village in his eyes, you have to call the shots for us." The old man said with deep hatred, and looked proudly at the young man who didn't know that he was about to be in trouble.

"The weapon is that kid?" The three masters of the snake village looked at the young man with his back to him with heavy eyes, and looked at the strong body like King Kong casting, which was more terrifying than himself.

When he stretched out his hand, the three masters of the snake village grabbed the black halberd rod inserted in the ground, and he was so strong that he couldn't pull it out with the strength of his martial arts eight grades.

You can't pull it out even with two hands.

"Stick to the point!"

"Isn't Mo a martial arts master of the Yamen?"

The three masters of the snake village realized that something was wrong and turned around to leave.

"Don't go, come down and have a cup of tea before leaving." The old man was holding on to the reins of his horse.

"Old thing, you're looking for death." The three masters of the snake village raised the long knife, and the old man fell in a pool of blood.

Fang Ying's body trembled, and he didn't see anything, Fang Ping had already blocked his little face with a big hand.

"Spoiled." Fang Ping didn't have the slightest mercy for the old man's death, and said, "Since you're here, come in and sit down." ”

The third master of the snake village hesitated for a moment, gave up the idea of leaving, and obediently walked to the tea shed.

Li Rou got up, picked up her daughter, grabbed a drawer of steamed yams, and trotted back to the car.

"Who is the official?" The three masters of the snake village arched their hands and said tentatively.

"Do you see Fang as the eagle dog of the imperial court?" Fang Ping sneered.

The three masters of Pansnake Village still didn't dare to relax their vigilance, "Is it a certain abruptness, disturbing the little brother's meal, and making amends here, I don't know the little brother's name?" ”

The posture of the three masters of the snake village is very low.

Fang Ping replied to the question and stared at the three masters of the snake village, Er'er Bapin, no match for him with a finger, "This tea shed is the dark pile that you have planted in this wasteland in the snake village, let's talk about it, the sun is so big, what are you doing here in person?" ”

If it's a trivial matter, just send a few minions, and the three masters of this snake village come in person, then it's like the Lord of Futai condescending to go to the mouse alley in Shanyang County to observe the people's feelings.

"This ......"

"If you can say it, say it, don't say it if you can't say it." Fang Ping walked to the eaves of the tea shed and pulled out the black halberd inserted in the ground with one hand.

"I can speak!" The three masters of the snake village corrected their attitude for a moment, knowing everything and saying everything, "A strange thing happened not long ago, there was a mysterious person, who went around killing bandits and rogues, and all the people who were killed died very miserably, and their hearts were also dug out. ”

It is said that the man was dressed in red, and his appearance was extremely beautiful, and it was difficult to distinguish between male and female. This kind of thing, the government is impossible to manage, the government is eager to kill all the bandits and robbers in the territory, I came today to ask these two people what they eat inside and outside, and if there are any suspicious people in the near future. ”

The man who was not far away with the pestle looked innocent, when did he eat the inside and out? It is clear that Fang Ping does not give money for drinking tea.

"Dressed in red...... It is difficult to distinguish between male and female. ”

Fang Ping remembered that a notice had also been posted in Shanyang County not long ago, saying that a mysterious person had killed countless bandits and rogues in Shanyang County, and the corpses at the scene had also lost their hearts.

"Have you all been killed here?"

Fang Ping looked at the man, "You say, have any suspicious people appeared recently?" ”

"Nope." The man shook his head.

"It's a bit odd." Fang Ping got up and left on a different BMW.

"Dog thing, say, are you eating inside and out, colluding with that kid, trying to murder Ben Boss!"

Fang Ping left with his front foot, and the three masters of the snake village jumped and grabbed the man's neck like thunder.

The man was out of breath, his eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to explain, and suddenly he saw something that frightened him, and his arm trembled and raised, pointing to the back of the three masters of the snake village.

"The fragrance from there...... The three masters of Pansnake Village smelled a strange and bizarre fragrance, like the strange fragrance emitted by countless Qihua Yao grass after grinding into powder, which was intoxicating and fascinating.

But after taking a few deep breaths, I found that there was a putrid smell that penetrated my heart and lungs in this fragrance, which was the smell of decomposing corpses.

Turning his head, the body of the third master of the snake village was cold, and a palm as white and tender as jade took out a heart that was still pounding and filled with heat from his chest.

The young man dressed in red and covered in strange fragrances swallowed his heart without chewing, sat at the table, and looked at the direction where Fang Ping had gone.

(End of chapter)