On a winter night, what a cold word.

The wind is blowing, and the whine is wailing.

sub-hours.

Luoyang was pitch black, and people had fallen asleep and fallen asleep.

The handsome pot starts from the City God Temple, the brocade clothes travel at night, and the eaves walk on the wall.

"Cold. ”

The cold wind in the night makes people shiver.

A thin caftan can't withstand the cold after all.

On the ridge of the roof, as soon as the handsome pot flew up, he hugged himself tightly with both hands, shivered, stomped his feet, and did not have the slightest 'master' demeanor at all, only heard the wind blowing in his ears.

"Oh my go, it's so cold. ”

"I'm really crazy, crazy, on such a cold day, running out to kill, what's so good about killing, it's still warm to be bedded. ”

"What kind of wind did you smoke at that time, why did you agree, I really want to smoke myself with a big mouth. Raising his head, he was reluctant to smoke it, and scolded, "I must have been confused by Hua Xiangrong's face, or I was young, I knew that that face was just her disguise, how could she be on the road, maybe she was an aunt, or even an old woman." The whole person shuddered.

"Camouflage, makeup, and thaumaturgy in the rivers and lakes are really worthy of their reputation. ”

Sand, sand, sand!

The people on the ridge were moving forward quickly, and the Rejuvenation Hall appeared in sight.

Quickly jumped down, hid in a corner, and rubbed his hands.

"The hands are frozen and unconscious, how can they still kill. ”

At this moment, I saw a person, sneaking in, masked, sneaked into the Rejuvenation Hall, tiptoed, for fear of making the slightest movement, and walked straight to a room.

"Is this a peer?"

"Is this old fairy so hateful?"

Handsome pot followed.

In the room, the old fairy slept soundly, holding the silver with white flowers, showing a smile, and said in a dream, "My silver, my silver." ”

Hahaha laughed.

The masked man was startled, and hurriedly crouched down, and when he listened carefully, he realized that he was talking in his sleep.

"Damn, I was shocked, I thought that the sweat medicine had worked, no, why do you still talk about dreams, damn, it must be this sweat medicine, expired. The masked man stood up and muttered to himself.

Shuai Guo's powerful perception 'heard' the old fairy's dream words, and 'saw' the silver piled up in front of the bed.

"What a miser. ”

"Sleep with the silver in your arms. ”

I saw that the masked man skillfully took out a package, filled it with an ingot of silver, and then walked out with a heavy package on his back.

For example, in and out of a no-man's land.

"It's not a peer, this guy is a thief. Shuai Guo said in his heart.

There was so much silver in the house.

After a while, the thief came again, and took away an ingot of silver, and came and went, like ants moving, and the silver in the house was obviously much less.

Shuai Guo followed behind, only to see the thief put the silver in an alley, not far from the Huichun Hall, in an old house.

When the masked man carried the last ingot of silver into the house, he panted and shhhhed, "Tonight, I'm exhausted." ”

"Rich, I'm rich. Looking at the white flowers and silver in front of him, he hugged and kissed and kissed, and was very excited.

"Old fairy, I'm phew. ”

"I've been saddleing you for so many years, and you have no merit and hard work, but what about you, you have earned so much money that you can't bring it into the coffin when you die, but you are so stingy with me, you only give me ten taels a month. ”

The masked man undid his mask, took a sip of water, walked out cautiously, locked the door, and looked around before he settled down.

And when Shuai Guo saw the person, he recognized it, and said in his heart, "Isn't that the medicine boy of the old fairy?"

"Day and night, it's hard to prevent thieves. ”

The medicine boy returned to the Rejuvenation Hall, returned to bed with peace of mind, and slept beautifully.

And in the middle of the night, Shuai Guo became a porter.

"Silver with white flowers. ”

"Mine, all mine. "The handsome pot is a fan of wealth, and he thought happily.

The killer did the thief's job.

A bag in the left hand, a bag in the right hand, the cold wind blows hulala, but the bottom of the heart is hot.

"With this silver, I am still a fart killer, buy a compound, be a master, invite a dozen maids, and live a decadent life of opening my mouth for food and stretching out my hands for clothes. Shuai Guo thought about it and laughed.

Since the age of six, he has been doing laundry, cooking, and serving the old man, and he is naturally extremely envious of the old man in his heart.

And after coming to the rivers and lakes, he was running around for life, first as a cowherd in the Cowherd Club, and then as a beaten sandbag, and now he has become a killer.

It's all forced by life.

returned to the City God Temple, and cautiously, stuffed the silver into the hollow statue one by one, for fear of alarming Hua Xiangrong.

Can?

The truth is that it is difficult to get what you want.

As soon as Hua Xiangrong heard the movement, she had already woken up and muttered, "I'm back." ”

Listen closely.

The sound was familiar, the sound of silver striking.

"Silver?" Hua Xiangrong's eyes glowed, and she didn't feel sleepy, and she instantly came to her senses.

"Where did you get the money for this goods, and listening to the voice, there are not a few. ”

The praying mantis catches the cicada, the yellow finch is behind, and Hua Xiangrong has stared at his silver.

The handsome pot comes and goes, the martial arts are high, and he is tired enough.

"I'm exhausted. ”

"It's finally finished, I don't know what the medicine boy is when he finds that the silver is gone, what kind of expression he has, hahaha. ”

After taking a sip of water, I remembered that I had forgotten about business, and when I was about to return to kill, the sky was already slightly bright.

"You can't kill it today, let's talk about it tomorrow. ”

"It's so sleepy. ”

He fell asleep on the floor and slept very soundly.

......

The roaring dog left last night, went to find Nangong Yun, this time, I came to see how the pet was doing, and when I found that the pet slept on the floor, ate vegetables, and turned around and left without leaving it.

In the rivers and lakes, some people want to be a pet for me, who calls me so good, noble, and mighty.

......

Hua Xiangrong lit the smoke, and a faint smoke, fluttering, drifted into the lungs of the handsome pot.

Shuai Guo was too tired, too sleepy, and unsuspecting, so he was hit.

Hua Xiangrong opened the stone statue, looked at the stone statue full of silver, white flowers, through the moonlight, shook his eyes, after a while, calmed down the excitement, and said two sentences, "Rich, rich." ”

"All my money is mine. ”

His eyes are shining, and he is really a little money fan.

"This money doesn't have to be handed over to the organization, it doesn't have to pay taxes, and it doesn't have to be shared with others, it belongs to me completely, mine!"

"Mine, it's mine. Shuai Guo, who was in a coma, suddenly, sat up, shouted, and fell down again.

Hua Xiangrong was startled, turned her head, and replied, "It's not yours, it's mine." ”

When I saw the handsome pot fall down again, I muttered quietly, scared me to death, and talked in my dreams.

Then he quickly moved an ingot of silver to his house.

"I'm exhausted. ”

Close the door, hold the silver, and sleep peacefully.

......

Ahh

Three screams.

Different times, different places, but it is so heartbreaking.

Rejuvenation Hall.

"My silver, my silver. The old fairy woke up and found that there was no silver, and cried out, he was too old to stand the blow, so he hiccuped and hung up.

Old houses in alleys.

"My silver, my silver. The medicine boy looked at the empty room, lost his soul, collapsed to the ground, and kept screaming and cursing in his mouth, and all kinds of dirty words crackled out.

Temple.

"My silver, my silver. "When the handsome pot woke up, he was in a good mood, so he went to pick up the stone statue, but what he saw was 'empty', sat on the ground, and shouted, "The one who killed a thousand knives stole my silver." ”