Jiang Liu unlocked the acupoints on Feng Lu's body, perhaps because he smelled the fragrance of noodles, Feng Lu seemed to be much more sober, and said, "I'm so hungry and want to eat." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although the voice was small, Jiang Liu could hear it clearly.

He strode to the noodle stall, sat Feng Lu on a stool, and said to the white-haired old man, "Old man, can you sell me this bowl of noodles?"

The old man raised his head and glanced at Jiang Liu, his face was expressionless, and he said lightly: "No." ”

"Why can't you?" Jiang Liu was very unhappy, with a gloomy face, and said, "Do you think I can't afford to pay, and sue you, I have money." And he took out of his bosom all his belongings, about two taels of silver, and laid them all on the table. "You give me this bowl of noodles, and I give you all my money. ”

The old man looked at the silver on the table, shook his head, and said, "I have a bowl of noodles here for ten yuan, or so much." ”

Jiang Liuxi said, "Are you willing to sell it to me?" Feng Lu hadn't eaten for two or three days, and he was already hungry. The deliciousness is in front, where can I still hold back, and directly pull the noodles into my mouth with my hands.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the old man hurried over and took the bowl away. Feng Lu only refused to let go, the two scrambled, and the noodle soup was spilled, after all, Feng Lu's strength was weaker, and the bowl was taken away by the old man. "This noodle is not for you, you have to eat it, and wait for me to make a bowl of noodles." The old man said.

"Why can't this bowl be given to us?" Jiang Liu said angrily: "My sister is very hungry and can't wait." His hand was on the hilt of his sword, and if the old man did not answer, he killed him. He wanted to do it when the old man snatched the bowl just now, and he had already killed several people today, and he didn't care about killing one more.

"Young people, do business with integrity, first come, first served. This bowl of noodles is not made for you, and no matter how much money you give, the noodles will not be given to you. The white-haired old man looked at Jiang Liu and said word by word: "Unless you kill me, this bowl of noodles is yours." ”

"Don't lie to me, old man. There is not even a single soul here except us, who do you say this is for?" Jiang Liu slowly pulled out his sword, and if the white-haired old man still didn't agree, then he had to kill him.

"Made for me, this bowl of noodles is mine. A person on the side said coldly, and Jiang Liu's heart was shocked. He was uneasy, his mind was all on the wind and green and the face, and he didn't even notice when this person came. In a blink of an eye, I saw a middle-aged scribe in white, in his forties, who was not very tall.

"It's yours? Very good, I bought your noodles for two taels of silver, and you made a lot of money. Jiang Liu pointed to the silver on the table and said to the scribe.

"Two taels of silver?" said the middle-aged scribe, "Twenty taels is about the same." ”

Jiang Liu said: "I only have two taels of silver." ”

The middle-aged scribe took out a large ingot of silver from his arms, threw it on the table, and sneered: "I'll give you ten taels, you hurry up and take your sister to get out." ”

Jiang Liu Senran looked at the middle-aged scribe and said, "Are you sure you won't give it to me?" I killed a lot of people tonight, and I don't care about adding your two lives." The words were full of threats.

The white-haired old man was already preparing to make another bowl of noodles, but after listening to Jiang Liu's words, he suddenly stopped. The middle-aged scribe also blushed and exclaimed, "I have been doing nothing for so many years, and in the end, my wife was snatched away. Now you still grab this bowl of noodles from me, and I won't give it to you if I die. Unless...... Unless you promise me one thing......"

Jiang Liu barely suppressed his anger and asked, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged scribe didn't speak, silently stuffed the bowl of noodles into Feng Lu's hand, and took a pair of chopsticks to her. Feng Lu glanced at him, didn't speak, and gobbled it up. The middle-aged scribe kept staring at Feng Lu, and Jiang Liu could see that he seemed to be thinking about something.

Everyone was silent for a while, only the sound of boiling water on the boiler was heard, and occasionally the coughing of the white-haired old man and the sound of Feng Lu eating. Jiang Liu quietly pushed the sword back into the scabbard, and when he saw Feng Lu eating with relish, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Feng Lu quickly finished eating the noodles, she was tired and sleepy, lay down on the table, and soon fell asleep. Jiang Liu looked at the middle-aged scribe and said, "Brother Tai, thank you so much." You say, whatever you ask me to do, I promise. ”

The middle-aged scribe stared at Jiang Liu with sharp eyes, and said, "No matter what, you will agree?"

"Whatever it is, I promise. ”

The middle-aged scribe said, "What if I let you kill yourself immediately?"

"If you let me die, then I will die now. Jiang Liu said categorically.

"Who is she, and is she worthy of doing this for her?" the middle-aged scribe sighed softly.

Jiang Liu said: "In the final analysis, she was harmed by me, if it weren't for my blindness and mistakenly saving a big villain, she wouldn't be like this." I'm not for her, I'm atoning for myself. ”

After listening to Jiang Liu's words, the middle-aged scribe suddenly shouted to the white-haired old man, "Uncle, bring down three more bowls of noodles." The old man agreed, Jiang Liu secretly wondered in his heart, and heard the middle-aged scribe say: "Well, what I asked you to do is ...... I ate all three bowls of noodles. ”

"What did you say?" Jiang Liu couldn't believe his ears, which greatly surprised him, "Just let me eat three bowls of noodles, it's that simple?"

"Yes, it's as simple as that. ”

Jiang Liu began to re-examine the middle-aged scribe in front of him, what kind of medicine was he selling in his gourd? The middle-aged scribe looked at him without showing weakness, Jiang Liu felt that his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he couldn't see through what he was thinking at all.

Soon, the three bowls of noodles were placed on the table, and Jiang Liu was already hungry, so he unceremoniously swept the three bowls of noodles into his stomach like a storm.

After Jiang Liu finished eating, the middle-aged scribe said, "You hold her and come with me." Turning around first, Jiang Liu thought that first, he had no place to live, and second, the middle-aged scribe didn't seem to have any ill will towards himself and Feng Lu, so he picked Feng Lu up sideways and followed behind the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe did not walk fast, but he walked through the streets all the way without stopping for a moment. It was late at night, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Finally, the middle-aged scribe stopped in front of a large mansion in the middle of nowhere, and as soon as he stopped, the door opened.

A butler-like man opened the door, bowed to the middle-aged scribe, and said, "The master is back." The middle-aged scribe nodded slightly, walked through the courtyard, and ushered the river into a bedroom. There was a bed in the room, and the middle-aged scribe motioned for Jiang Liu to put Fenglu on the bed.

Jiang Liu put down Feng Lu and covered her with a quilt. He turned to the middle-aged scribe and said, "Thank you brother for your help." ”

"Jiang Gongzi doesn't have to be polite, just change me to thank you. When Jiang Liu heard this, he was stunned.