Chapter Twenty-Six: Déjà vu

This is indeed very strange to Captain Cao. Even if this old man was deeply hidden, Captain Cao could vaguely detect that there was indeed an obscure elemental fluctuation in his body, which was even stronger than Pierce, and he was certainly a rare master. Whether it is a master of the Holy Rank or not, Captain Cao is not sure, but it will definitely not be worse than Pierce.

On the Pan-American Continent, the rhythm of elemental power is the most intuitive sign of the strong, and after being mixed for so long, Captain Cao still knows this. Captain Cao has also seen a lot of masters in elemental power, and there are only two people who make Captain Cao feel unfathomable, one is Leonardo, and then this old man.

Such a master, but his qi is weak and weak, which is somewhat incomprehensible to Captain Cao. On the low wooden table in front of the old man, there was also a bowl of steaming decoction, which seemed to be boiled by him for himself to drink. However, this is not something that Captain Cao should care about, the only thing that Captain Cao wants to figure out now is how the old man and Pierce are nesting in this place, and whether the goal he wants to settle here can be achieved. Of course, this goal now has a different flavor, and it is also because of the existence of the old man and Pierce, which makes it difficult for Captain Cao to determine whether his idea is right or wrong.

In a few words, Head Cao made his identity and purpose clear, very straightforward. Head Cao was asking for his opinion, but there was also a taste in his tone that could not be refused.

"If you like this place, that's an affirmation of this place, this place doesn't have any property rights, and you can't bring people to live there. No need to talk to me about that. I'm not a god, and I'm not in the mood to care about anyone else. Of course, if you can not disturb the aborigines here. That's for the best. The old man smiled and said gently.

Captain Cao thought of many possible answers, but he did not include this one. The old man didn't even make his attitude clear, didn't he say that the old man was the highest decision-maker in the village?

And the old guy's attitude as if he was generous also made the arrogant head Cao a little unhappy. If he questioned it, then the many fierce materials prepared in Captain Cao's stomach would be ready to be released.

Fortunately, Captain Cao is not the kind of person who is at a loss for what he expected, so he lit a cigar. Immediately, he was attacked: "What is the purpose of the two of you in this place? This is not a place where you should be a big man like you." Don't tell me that you're happy and poor, or that you like this place where birds don't. ”

Captain Cao's aggressive posture contrasted with the old man's quiet and indifferent appearance. If Captain Cao is like a fierce beast that chooses people to eat, then the old man is like a breeder with countless experience in taming beasts.

Of course, the old man understood what Captain Cao meant, but he still had the same smile on his face, and even calmly stretched out two fingers to gesture to Captain Cao's cigar. This gag is also natural. In the end, Captain Cao could only roll his eyes, obediently took out a cigar, and lit it for the old man.

The old man choked on a puff of smoke and coughed worse than before, but stubbornly smoked again. From jerky to skilled, the old man smiled even more proudly, not knowing whether he was enjoying the taste of the cigar or enjoying the sense of accomplishment that he had finally learned to tinker with such a novelty.

Head Cao felt that this old man's personality was a bit like an old naughty boy, and he liked to toss around when he was old. It's so easy to be satisfied when you learn to smoke a cigarette.

"I think my appearance must be very handsome......" The old man glanced at the little impatient Captain Cao, as if talking to himself.

What made Captain Cao cry and laugh even more was that the old man's hand kept wiping on his head, where his hairline had faded by more than half. It wasn't until he had wiped the silver thread back that it was soft and supple that he stopped. This is obviously imitating Captain Cao's big back, but the old man can't imitate Captain Cao's treacherous charm. On the contrary, it set this head shape right, erasing a little bit of righteousness.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Head Cao pursed his lips and looked unhappy.

"Why can't we be here? Is it written that humans are not allowed to settle here? The Exile Realm, as the name suggests, is where the exiles live? What are we...... It is also considered an exile, so it is natural to stay here. The old man was not surprised. said: "What's more, there are three thousand mansions." You can't sleep more than six feet at night. With a lot of money, there are only three meals a day. Growing old in a chic manner is also a life choice!"

These words made Head Cao think of Mr. Cao uncontrollably, although this old man was careless, his words were very pure and natural, and he didn't seem to have any ulterior motives. To be able to have strong strength and be willing to live such a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, either to see through the red dust, or to experience vicissitudes.

This old man must be a bright-minded and well-informed old man. At a glance, I knew that there were a lot of goods hidden in my stomach, and I had to fight with the uncle who pointed out the country in the bathhouse. When he speaks, his voice reveals the smell that seems to have read all the forms of living beings, which is definitely not the sullen temperament that ordinary people can exude.

The old man picked up the bowl of soup in front of him, as if he was about to take a cigar with this soup, and he enjoyed it with a look of enjoyment.

Captain Cao rudely snatched the soup medicine bowl and directly poured out the black potion inside. As soon as he put the bowl down, Head Cao took off the big leather bag with the wool table on his waist and poured a bowl full of it for the old man. The old man made Captain Cao's nose a little pantothenic, memories are very torturous things, and Captain Cao is tormented by many past events at the moment.

When Mr. Cao knew that the limit had come, he was no different from this old man. That is the posture of truly exploring life, which is understandable to Captain Cao, but it can't be penetrated. Even now, it hasn't been completely put down. Head Cao enjoyed the old man's thoughts for this moment, and he poured wine.

"What kind of wine is this?" said the old man, who only picked it up and sniffed it. Suddenly, an old face smiled.

"It doesn't matter what kind of wine, it's not like your junk potion anyway. If you are weak in qi and weak in blood, it is different to drink some of this. Head Cao also smiled. The scene is similar.

"Oh, you can still see that I am weak and weak?" the old man was a little surprised.

"Nonsense!, or will you enjoy this good thing?" Captain Cao rolled his eyes.

This is really not a blind blow by Captain Cao, baijiu is really a good thing for people with weak qi and weak blood. It's like a big bunch of wine bags and rice bags in the looting group, and it's just an atmosphere. That's not called drinking, that's called pouring yellow soup. Proper drinking can promote blood circulation and have many benefits for the body. People with weak qi and blood are prone to cold hands and feet. Drinking this spirit is more of a treat.

After taking a sip, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up. The liquor that penetrated into his heart like a line of fire was indeed indescribably useful to him. He had never drunk such a strong wine, and it was indeed not comparable to his decoction. I couldn't stop drinking it, and while pouring it, I gave a thumbs up to Captain Cao.

Head Cao looked proud. It's rare to brag with the old man. was stunned to blow his liquor into an aphrodisiac artifact, and the woman had to roar when she drank too much, and then the little brother came out.

When Captain Cao and the mysterious old man were chatting endlessly, the six scattered people of the raiding group were not idle, and they annoyed Pierce so much that they wanted to commit suicide. Ordinary people who are familiar with each other can't compare to their posture of getting along with others for the first time as if they were siblings.

From time to time, Barkley shushed and asked for warmth, long and short. Especially for the eleven piercing scars on Pierce's body, Barkley insinuated several times before and after, and the vain Buckley has always been particularly interested in this kind of man's medal.

Pierce was entangled and couldn't do it anymore. In the end, it can only be inferred that it is a memorial left by a grievance between the rivers and lakes. He thought that this would allow him to escape, but he did not expect that it was only the beginning of disaster.

Barkley gave him a very unique name, "Paul Eleven Pierce". This title made the other five scattered people also applaud. Even the words are a good match.

If the six scattered people only have this kind of joke routine, it would be fine, but they are not the masters of Ansheng.

After rudely stuffing a few large cigars into Pierce's ears and mouth, the six scattered people suddenly thought that their relationship with each other had been brought close enough to live and die.

So they began to ask Pierce if he was interested in being a raider group, and lobbied Pierce with a pertinent face, claiming that Pierce's ability could be compared to the famous raider group of six scattered people. Especially when Pierce and Captain Cao go head-to-head. The cheeky charm that comes out of the table is also similar to the smell of the looting group, which is simply a match made in heaven.

The six scattered people patted their chests boldly. As long as Pierce nodded, the deal was done. From now on, there will be no six scattered people in the plundering group, some are the domineering seven heroes of the plundering group, or the seven sons of the elegant plundering group. If Pierce is reluctant to let him be a person in the rivers and lakes, then accommodate him, and it is no problem to call the Seven Heroes of the Raiding Group.

After all, the main job of the raiding regiment is to suppress bandits here, counter violence with violence, rob the rich and help the poor, and act chivalrous and righteous. A chivalrous name, that's also a matter of course.

Pierce pretended to be entangled and thought about it for a long time, and finally "endured the pain" and refused the mention of the six scattered people, his reason was that he still had to take care of the old man who was old and frail, and he had no chance to eat with the raiders. This glorious combination is destined to insulate him.

If Lao Tzu were to mingle with you bandits, wouldn't Lao Tzu's reputation be ruined? Just looking at the black and treacherous faces of these six scum, as well as the rogue charm that was revealed when swallowing clouds and spitting fog, Pierce felt powerless.

Thinking about his image after being wrapped up with them, Pierce felt even more chilled. Although he is a little thick-skinned, he is still a lot worse than these six scum. What's more, he is a master of the Sword Sect realm, and in the human world, he is enough to establish a master. Running to rob the native robbers, Pierce felt that he really couldn't afford to lose the man.

Pierce originally had a nickname, and it was also very popular, called "Truth". The nickname comes from his steel-cast iron shell, which, like truth, will never fall. The countless offensive techniques hidden in this body can also be called an offensive kaleidoscope. Beyond that, the nickname has another meaning, but now it's out of reach.

Even the six scattered people said that they would design him a cool and crazy mighty look for free, and they all thought that if Pierce tied a headband around his head, he would definitely have a special masculine look.

In the end, Pierce really had no choice but to leave the group of guys aside. After hesitating for a moment, Pierce also went into the cabin, so as not to be upset by the faces of these guys. (To be continued)