Grandma Iron Cane ordered the shopkeeper to open six first-class guest rooms, and the shopkeeper led the Moon Palace Lord and the Pixing Palace Lord to bathe and change their clothes, and the maids Rubing and Rushuang followed the palace master, and then went to the back kitchen of the Fulai Inn with Tie Pinggu and told them to eat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bao Wenzheng sat in the hall of the inn and took a closer look at the guests in the hall.

The window of the inn is the best location for ventilation, and you can also look at the Qingjiang Wharf from afar, and the man is seated in a soap-colored robe, the man's temples are silver hair, the face of the Chinese character, the thick eyebrows and big eyes, the tiger's back and bee waist, holding the sea bowl and constantly pouring himself to drink, quite showing the heroic style of the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and a three-foot long sword with a sheath is placed flat on the table.

The man took out the broken silver from his bosom, got up as if to leave, and then hesitated, and finally slowly sat down again.

On the table against the wall on the west side, there are four street idlers with roe deer eyes, the cuffs have long been stained, and when they drink, they make a loud noise, and the wine drips down their lips, and then they wipe their stiff beards with their sleeves at will, and the steel knife is leaning on the side of the table, and when the shopkeeper's concubine lifts the curtain of the back kitchen, she swallows her saliva, looking like she has been blinded by lust.

"This girl is really delicious, look at that figure......"

"If you want me to say, that Xiucai is not shallow, the maid on his side, tsk!"

“.......。 ”

In addition to a few ordinary whispering merchants, on the table against the wall on the east side, sat a ragged vulgar man, this man's left eye was injured by a sharp blade and was already blind, the scar like a centipede looked a little hideous, holding a few sieves in his right hand and throwing them into the sea bowl of the table from time to time, from time to time whispering to count, every time he threw the sieve, his left hand always pinched the wine glass and drank it.

The left hand, except for the thumb and index finger, the other three fingers were broken at the root, and the wound was extremely smooth and smooth, but the three broken fingers were uneven, and it was clearly not a knife.

"Three sixes, leopards all killed!" the vulgar man laughed heartily and took a drink.

"Two, three, three, Ge Laozi!" the vulgar man was furious and drank another glass.

This vulgar man turned out to be gambling with himself, so whether he won or lost, he had wine to drink, and he was also a wonderful person.

With the sound of light footsteps, from the wooden staircase on the second floor of the inn, the peerless woman walked down, like a dusty jewel rejuvenated, which immediately attracted the eyes of all the guests in the inn, witnessing the peerless beauty bending her waist into a slight step, all full of covetousness and coveting.

The peerless beauty is delicate and sweet, better than spring flowers, the waist is like a plain, the eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like snow, wearing a plain brocade dress, covered with a water blue light veil, the breeze blows, the light yarn flies, the whole person exudes a faint aura, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are gently brushed with the wind, adding a bit of seductive style.

Bao Wenzheng looked at the fact that there was no maid behind the Lord of the Palace of Mercy, he was suspicious in his heart, and subconsciously got up to meet a few steps forward, and then his heart was suddenly shocked, and after he came to his senses, he stopped and stood up, with a smile on his face, bowed his hand, raised his sleeves as a guide, and came to the table with the Lord of the Palace of Mercy.

"Pity the star, you are so beautiful. Bao Wenzheng's sweet words are worthless, and his eyes are clear and clear.

The lord of the Mercy Star Palace was forced by the gambling contract of the palace lord of the Moon Palace, so he had no choice but to change into a Luo skirt and walk down the hall, seeing that there was a vulgar man in this Fulai Inn, he was a little unhappy in his heart, but when he saw the affectionate style of the person he wanted, he smiled with joy, as bright as a spring flower in the sun.

"Pity the star. Bao Wenzheng remembered the words of the Mercy Star Palace Lord's "Transmission into the Secret" in the morning, slightly accentuated his tone, and stared at the Mercy Star Palace Lord to reply at this moment.

Then the tone was the same as in the past, and he said apologetically: "I don't know if the wine and food here are not suitable for the girl's appetite, although the gentleman is far away from cooking, but Wenzheng can cook a few side dishes, if you have time, I am willing to taste it with the girl." ”

The Lord of the Mercy Star Palace was shocked, stared at the person he liked in disbelief and took a deep look, and then replied softly: "How can I let you do these daughters' things......

People in the martial arts walk the rivers and lakes, maybe the men go out to hunt game, or they may smoke and roast on a bonfire, and then share the food, but it is just an expedient measure.

The gentleman is far away from cooking, it is not a joke, today it is not said that it is a person in the martial arts, even if it is an ordinary people's family, women pulp laundry, sew and mend, wash hands and make soup are all things, if these things are done by men, they will be poked in the backbone.

And when a man takes the initiative to cook a few side dishes for you, there is only one possibility, he no longer cares what others think and say.

As a scumbag in the 21st century, he has already figured out the thoughts of women, bringing the girl to his apartment, putting on home clothes and wearing an apron, and cooking a few delicious dishes with his hands and feet.

And when Bao Wen was talking to the Lord of the Pity Star Palace in a low voice, one of them was the Jiangnan swordsman who was sitting at the window, although he already had a guess in his heart, but when he heard the words "Pity Star Girl", he still shuddered, and only then did he know that the one who made him continue to sit down with the "sound transmission into the secret" was the Moon Invitation Palace Master of the Flower Shifting Palace, and his face became even more ugly.

Second, it is with the east side of the wall, is playing with a sieve, self-pouring self-drinking self-punishment wine Xuanyuan Sanguang, as one of the world's top ten evil gamblers, although he has never seen the true face of the Lushan Palace Master, but he has also heard of the name of "Pity Star Palace Master", and his heart is already a little uneasy.

Third, it was the lord of the Moon Palace who was facing the window of the wing room on the second floor, who was looking at the hall of the Fulai Inn through the gap in the wooden window, and heard that Na Xiucai was going to cook a few small dishes for Lian Xing, and his heart was inexplicably unhappy, and his slender green jade fingers subconsciously rubbed his sleeves.

"Miss Mercy Star, why don't you see Miss Yueyue?" Bao Wenzheng was puzzled in his heart, so he asked.

As soon as these words came out, the wine glass in the hand of the evil gambler Xuanyuan Sanguang stopped at his lips, one eye swirled, and his ass was slightly raised, just wanting to run away.

Jiangnan swordsman Feng Xiaoyu's face turned even paler, cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, and he subconsciously moved his right hand to the sheath long sword by a few inches.

My sister was a little tired, so she took a nap in the wing. The childish voice of the Mercy Star Palace Lord said softly.

The Lord of the Mercy Star Palace was in a very bad mood, and the few men with roe heads and rat eyes in the distance looked at themselves unscrupulously with ** eyes from time to time, according to their usual temperament, they were going to kill them all casually, but the person who was in his mood sat down beside him, if he knew that he regarded human life as grass, he would definitely be displeased.

Bao Wenzheng also noticed the few roe head rat-eyed men, not only looked at the Pixing Palace Master unscrupulously, but also stretched out his finger and pointed, and then whispered in a low voice, so he immediately got up and sat down on the other side, covering all the Pixing Palace Master with his body.

"Smack!"

There was a dull sound on the table in the distance, as if it was the sound of smashing the table with a fist, and then I heard the men with roe heads and rats, getting up and kicking off the bench, and the sound of footsteps came from far and near.

"Miss Pixing, the hosta on your head is very beautiful, take it down and show me. Bao Wen's face darkened, and then he squeezed out a smile and said to the Palace Master of the Mercy Star.

At the same time, he broke a wooden chopstick against the table with his left hand and held it in his sleeve with his backhand.

This is today's martial arts master, the first one is the palace master of the Shifting Flower Palace, the only one who can compare with the palace master of the Inviting Moon Palace is Yan Nantian, who has been missing for many years, and followed by the Lotus Star Palace master of the Shifting Flower Palace, all of whom are the top masters who return to the basics.

Seeing that Bao Wen's face was gloomy, the palace master of the Mercy Star Palace asked for the hosta on his head, and at the same time skimmed off the wooden chopsticks to reveal the sharp end, how could he not know what Lang wanted?

Stretched out the soft hair and took off the hosta on the bun, and the bun immediately slipped down, adding a bit of charming style, and handed the hosta to the person with a smile on his face, and then watched the changes.

The four roe head rat-looking idlers had ** expressions on their faces, holding steel knives, and unscrupulously walked to Bao Wenzheng's table and sat down, and then took the posture of a good man, pretending to be a fierce slap on the table.

"Little beauty, have a drink with your uncle!"

"Ahh

A sharp wooden chopstick pierced the palm of the hand in an instant!

After the wooden chopstick was broken, although it was not as sharp and sharp as a dagger, it was not something that flesh and blood could compete with, and the flesh and blood of the crude man's palm were blurred.

As the saying goes, if you hurt the enemy, you will lose 800.

Bao Wenzheng pierced the palm of this vulgar man's hand, and his right hand was also worn out, and the slightest blood stain stained the other end of the wooden chopstick. At the same time, he released the wooden chopstick, pressed the back of the rough man's neck with his right palm, and the hosta held tightly in his left hand had already pressed against the man's throat.

"If you want to have a few drinks, I'll accompany you!" Bao Wenzheng asked with a sneer, although he was out of breath, the hosta pierced the skin on his neck, and the red blood flowed down the hosta.

Bao Wenzheng knew in his heart that with the Pity Star Palace Lord by his side, no one in the world could hurt himself, so he was brave enough to be a man, one was that he was a dignified man after all, and he had to protect the woman beside him;

The other three roe-headed men immediately panicked, each holding their steel knives across their chests, and shouted foul language and threatening words.

"Take advantage of people's unpreparedness, it's not a hero's doing, let it go quickly!"

"It's a man, so you will fight me for 300 rounds!"

"Let it go, or we'll tear you up!"

Xuanyuan Sanguang, the evil gambler, looked at this group of street minions who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and only felt that today's sun might really come out of the west.

Jiangnan swordsman Feng Xiaoyu was dumbfounded, even if he died in the hands of the two female demons in the Shifting Flower Palace, he could see this farce before he died, which can be regarded as a little longer "experience".

"Hero, the villain is blinded by lard, spare my life!" The idler who was held to his throat by the hosta, sweat beads kept dripping from his forehead, for fear of angering this Xiucai, and he would lose his life from then on.

"Put down all your blades!" Bao Wenzheng said with a pretended indifference, and his hand that was trembling with nervousness was still trembling.

"Put it down, put it down!" the idle man shouted in a loud voice: "Hurry up and put it down!"

"Boom!"

All three steel knives were placed on the table.

Bao Wenzheng flew up and kicked the idle man to the ground, and then held a steel knife in both hands, panting and staring at the four roe deer men viciously.

A silk silk wrapped in the fragrance of flowers gently wiped the sweat on Bao Wenzheng's forehead, and then a soft silk took the steel knife in Bao Wenzheng's hand.

"Wen Zheng, can I kill them?" asked timidly in the childish voice of the Palace Master of the Mercy Star Palace.

Bao Wen was looking at the stunning appearance of the Palace Master of the Mercy Star Palace, and said with a smile: "Wouldn't that dirty your hands." ”

The Palace Master of the Mercy Star looked at Bao Wen's cheeks in surprise, then showed a happy smile, and then sat down on the table obediently.

The Mercy Star Palace Lord never expected that Bao Wenzheng would say such a sentence.

This sentence was also completely unexpected by the Lord of the Inviting Moon Palace.

If this Xiucai said that he had killed these idlers, the humble gentleman style that he had always maintained, and the "gentle and humble" would be disguised, and it would be impossible for ordinary Xiucai to take people's lives at every turn.

If this Xiucai said that he would not kill, it was indeed an ordinary Xiucai, and the Moon Palace Lord naturally had other ways to force the Pixing Palace Lord to the point where he had to kill people, and then he would naturally see the true face of the Pixing Palace Master with bloody hands.

And the answer to the phrase "Isn't it dirty your hands" is indeed perfect.