If the Black Cloud Scout implements the alternative, there is basically no chance of survival, and in the same way, the person who is hunted down has basically no reason not to die.

But the first-class assassination mission handed down from Luoyang is very high-level, so high that the master of the Vermilion Bird Hall also needs to be responsible for those words, and there are a few small words at the end of the first-class mission secret document: Death to see the corpse. If the general task forces the black cloud scout to choose an alternative, you can submit a reply directly, and the other party will not have any questions, but the first class is different.

The atmosphere in the hall of the Vermilion Bird Hall was a little dull, this time the two bidders did not return after the deadline for the mission, and there was no news coming, it was already something that had not appeared in the past ten years since the establishment of the Black Cloud Scout, so how could the middle level of the gang here not feel pressured?

"Continue to screen along the coast, and send more personnel to places that may be missed, and the wind direction and waves of the sea may have a great impact, and there may be clues to the expansion of the range. ”

After Luohua finished speaking, she waved her hand and motioned for everyone to disperse, so that Su Liu'er followed Qin Baili and retreated.

"Archdeacon, you stay. ”

The archdeacon, who was already about to reach the door, had to turn around and walk back again.

"What else does the hall master need to command?"

"Limber, you wait for me. ”

A Limber made the archdeacon a little abnormal, and there must be a demon's fear, or it is more appropriate to be attentive and not a traitor or a thief.

Ay~

In the eyes of others, Luohua may be a ruthless Shura and a witty heroine, but the archdeacon has watched her go from a young girl step by step to today, not only her subordinates, but also her elders who are like teachers and fathers on the road to the rivers and lakes, but the gang rules are strict, and both of them rarely show even the slightest strangeness in front of people.

Luohua doesn't like to wait for people, and people who don't like to wait for people will really not let others wait too long.

This is a bit awkward to say, and if you confirm it a little in life, you will find that it is really like this.

Soon Luohua changed into a set of clothes and reappeared in the lobby, a set of moon-white fitted long skirts, thin powder on the face, a simple bead hairpin holding part of the waist-length long hair, it seems that she is more dignified and elegant, she is a very beautiful woman, and the simple dress really confirms the sentence: heavy makeup is always appropriate artistic conception.

The archdeacon immediately understood the hall master's thoughts, some embarrassed and a little distressed, and more helpless, but he was an old Jianghu who knew best which could be persuaded and which ones would be felt redundant by saying a word, unfortunately, it happened to be the latter today, so he immediately walked to the back door to prepare an ordinary carriage, drove himself, and drove the hall master towards the other end of Qiantang County.

There is a garden in the north of Qiantang County, full of very ordinary pear blossoms, one no bamboo, two no orchids, three no chrysanthemums, four no plums, but the owner is a self-proclaimed Jiangnan Province the most elegant person, although he also opened a restaurant, but one does not hang signs, two does not have recipes, and the third is only to receive the guests he is willing to receive.

Is there such an unreasonable store in the rivers and lakes?

Especially the third rule, this is clearly that I will reward you with a bite to eat when I see you, if you don't match your eyes, get out?

At that time, as soon as he opened, he caused an uproar in Qiantang County, the richer the place, the more he wanted to save face, and the release of this rule hurt the face of all the rich people and high-rollers in Qiantang County!

Therefore, the rich people in the city and the people with status in the rivers and lakes want to go in and sit down on the first day of opening to see if they belong to the kind of people that the boss is willing to receive! If so, then everything will be fine, and if it happens that it is not, then they don't mind trying to find some way to play tricks to get face back.

The boss has the surname Nangong, the name is very interesting, it is not good, it is not good, and the Nangong family in Jiangnan Province is the first inheritance family, you say that if he is a member of the Nangong family, how dare he give such a name? You say that he is not a member of the Nangong family, then how can Nangong, as the first family in Jiangnan, let a person with such a name live to this day?

But no one dared to ask the Nangong family for verification, and Nangong Buhao has been living well.

So his person seems to be an interesting person, at least from the name, and interesting people are generally quite elegant and elegant.

On the first day of opening, Nangong Buhao set up three tables at the gate of the garden, the first one had a pair of chess on it, the second table had a bunch of notes on it, and the third table had a hemp rope on it.

Nangong didn't speak well, he moved a Taishi chair and sat by the gate of the garden, drinking tea with a purple sand spout to his mouth, in fact, he didn't look old, but he was definitely not young, the word elegance may be tailor-made for a man like him, and his eyes were full of cynicism after the vicissitudes of life.

He was very lazy, worried that the business was too good, so he would discuss with two friends such a strange second and third, the second was originally intended to be more direct to say that only one dish a day, and then the other two friends quit, they all felt that the three people's cooking skills were not equal, if only one dish a day, the other two peerless chefs would waste their time, it was too wasteful, so in the end it was changed to no recipes, what the three of us wanted to cook, you will honestly eat what, and dare to pick and choose when eating here in Lao TzuIt's tired and crooked, and you can't have silver!

Every time he said this, Nangong Bu Miao had to get up to appease his two friends, convince people with virtue, and convince people with virtue!

As for the name of the garden, it is even more simple and crude, and it is called the three-person garden, because no one is convinced by the name that the other two came up with.

When it was almost noon, the characters with heads and faces outside had almost arrived, of course, there were more lively people, and for a while, the traffic outside the three-person park was so lively.

Nangong Shi Ran got up, cleared his throat and said to the crowd:

"Thank you for coming to the Sanren Garden, Nangong Buhao welcomes the big proprietors here......"

Before the words fell, two other people came out of the garden, both of them looked very old, the tall one was very dark, and he had a fierce face, and the short one was very white, but very fat, and a pair of eyes were not much bigger than the eyes of a mouse, and they looked out of breath when they walked two steps, and the short and fat man said as he walked:

"We are also big bosses, well, big bosses, and we also welcome everyone's arrival!"

There was a burst of boos from the crowd, it seems that this three-person garden is really interesting, and the most interesting thing is that there are three strange owners.

Humpty Dumpty pointed to the tall man with a fierce face and introduced to everyone:

"His surname is Ma, his name is Ma Feitian, a national chess player. ”

Ma Feitian?Or a national chess player?

The crowd booed even more, but some salt merchants and high-rollers quieted down, and the Ma family in Jiangnan was also a behemoth! Ma Feitian, the sword master who had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for 30 years, hadn't this old man been dead for many years?

"And what's your name?"

There was a heckling in the crowd.

"Xiao Ke, Xiao Ke's name is Hong Kaitai. ”

All of a sudden, all the people in the crowd were like swallowing a rotten egg, and they couldn't close their mouths for a long time......

Hong Kaitai, the uncle of the beggar gang leader Hong Zhen?

Hong Kaitai looked at the crowd that had quieted down because of surprise, and looked back at the two friends with some triumph, the look was indescribable, and of course it was two indifferent eyes.

Three tables and three test methods, if you can win any game, you can get a wooden card, which is engraved with the words welcome welcome, yes, welcome welcome four words.

Chess naturally goes without saying, just win the game.

The table full of notes is also very simple, whether you use a knife, a sword, or a finger clip, as long as you can cut through more than ten pieces of paper that are thrown in the air in one move, you will be considered to have passed.

The table with hemp rope actually doesn't look difficult, with a thin red rope in the middle, you just need to have a "Sven" tug-of-war with the guard.

It was Nangong Buhao who was in charge of the chess guard, Ma Feitian was in charge of the second table, and only the remaining fat man was in charge of the third table.

No wonder this three-person garden dares to release such strange rules, because any of the three of them seem to have this qualification, let alone three people together?

In the morning, only five cards were issued, and four were won from the first table, and the chess thing swept the entire Fengtian Kingdom, and Jiangnan was rich, and there were naturally many masters.

Nangong was not good, and sighed helplessly, The master is in the people!

No one went to the third table at all, and Feng Kaitai, the thunder hand, competed in the tug-of-war to test the internal strength? Forget it, this old man has been immersed in at least half a jiazi on the eighteen palms of the dragon, and the internal strength is unfathomable, the most famous one is to fight ten palms with the tantric master Kashgar from Nepal in Mingsha Mountain in the northwest province, and then Kashgar returned to Nepal with a happy heart, and never set foot in the Central Plains again.

And the second table was taken away by Song Ce, a big salt merchant, with a chopstick. In fact, everyone knows that Song Ce came from the green forest, and he was originally the famous green forest chief scoop in Jianghuai Road, but he has been washing his hands for many years, but he didn't expect that the work in his hands would go further.

Luohua has a wooden plaque in her hand, which happens to be engraved with the words welcome.

So when the carriage stopped at the gate of the three-person garden, a clever little girl named Xiao Que greeted him in a hurry, and when he saw the falling flowers that got off the car, his face was immediately full of smiles.

"I said why the magpie is chirping non-stop tonight, it turns out that Sister Luohua is coming!"

The falling flower knocked on the little finch's head lightly and heavily, and said:

"More and more flamboyant, you can find me a magpie to call at night!"

"Hey, that's also those magpies who are not blessed, and they can't see the peerless elegance of Sister Luohua with their own eyes!"

The archdeacon shook his head helplessly, this little finch is really a lazy little slippery head.

"Little Finch, come here, I'll test whether your kung fu has grown recently?"

Xiao Que'er hurriedly opened the door and said solemnly:

"Sister Luohua, you are such a gentle and virtuous person, I don't think I can finish eating this, and besides, I can't let the fish flying in the sky wait too long, isn't it!"

Luohua's cheeks were slightly red, she glared at Xiao Finch, gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and walked into the garden.

When the two of them walked away, Nangong Buhao and the three of them walked out, looking at the back of the falling flowers and smashing it, smashing it, and saying:

"Little finch, little finch, do you see? A woman is a tiger, she wants to die when she is gentle, and she wants to kill even more when she is fierce!"

The little finch ran suddenly, shouting as she ran:

"Sister Luohua, three old people peek at your ass!"

Hong Kaitai said to the other two with a dark face:

"I think the little finch has been too idle lately, should we give him more practice?"

Nangong nodded unwell.

Ma Feitian's dark face darkened even more, and he just dropped a sentence lightly and went to cook.

"Poke him to death!"

PS: I've been typing with my mobile phone, and I don't necessarily have it today, I wish you all a happy National Day!