Flower giver?

A bunch of scum who spoiled the name. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Xiaomei's first oath after getting off the ship was to eradicate the flower deliverers.

Nameless town, summer nights.

Towards the end of the day, people have already fallen asleep.

The main street is a bluestone road, and the shops on both sides have door panels.

There is only one, with a slight light and a gentle aroma of wine.

It is a place to eat night food.

There are only four kinds of things sold, a large bowl of noodles, salted peanuts, pig's trotter flowers, and wine.

The noodles were glued together, and the peanuts were salty as if they had just been fished out of a salt jar.

The hoof flower sauce is dark, and I don't know how long it has been left out.

Wine alone is good wine.

Even if the wine is bad, there will still be business coming to the door.

Because for those who want to eat a night meal, in this town, there is no other choice.

Hu Mazi ate three bowls of noodles, nibbled on six plates of hoof flowers, and drank eight pots of wine.

Huozuzi only ate half a bowl of noodles and drank two cups of wine.

That's right, Hu Mazi is as thick as an iron tower, and Huozuzi is as thin as a monkey.

"Those who can drink alcohol are hard enough!" Hu Mazi called the second brother to send the ninth pot of wine.

He began to nibble on the seventh hoof flower again.

"But people who eat too much can't last long. He took a sip of wine, his third.

Hu Mazi laughed wildly, regardless of whether he made noise or not.

After laughing wildly, he poured himself a sip of wine and talked about the trouble: "Brother is right, once, I ate twelve chickens, and in the middle of the matter, a pile of meat paste squirted out of my mouth, sticking to the little girl's face, and I felt disgusted myself, and the guy was soft at that time, and he didn't do anything good." ”

After hearing the ugly thing, the two looked at each other and smiled, and sighed: "It's fun to hold on for a long time, but there are also troubles, and you can't get out for three days and three nights, have you tried it?"

"Three days and three nights?" Hu Mazi's eyes widened, and he looked incredulous: "Then the little ladies have been with you and haven't slept all the time?"

After another sip of wine, he shook his head: "She has to accompany her if she doesn't accompany her, I have always only played with the dead." ”

There were a few more bursts of laughter, and I didn't know what to laugh at.

The other drinkers shook their heads, these two people, drinking too much, talking about ugly things, and bragging.

While laughing, a man stepped in from outside the tavern.

Dressed in green clothes, with a bamboo flute tied to his waist.

He didn't say a word, and everyone fell silent because of his innate momentum.

When he sat down gently, the little brother had already delivered a plate of salted peanuts, a plate of pig's trotter flowers, a large bowl of noodles, and a pot of wine.

Anyway, the store only sells these four things, and every customer comes to order these four things.

The man in Tsing Yi poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

He didn't raise his eyebrows, and he was biased by everyone's eyes.

Hu Mazi was not convinced, Lao Tzu's voice was almost overwhelmed, and he didn't see anyone else looking at him, what did he have?

"Friend!" Hu Mazi shouted to the people in Tsing Yi, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Do you dare to come over and have a drink with the masters?"

After listening to Hu Mazi's wild words, the man in Tsing Yi still lowered his eyebrows and drank himself, and said softly: "I don't drink other people's wine." ”

"Little Er!" Hu Mazi slapped the table heavily, shaking the dishes.

I took out a dozen copper coins and hit the counter.

The copper coins were not connected by ropes, but they were next to each other, as if they were lined up and slowly fell onto the table.

Being able to make copper coins into a string is nothing more than a secret weapon technique, and it is not worth being surprised.

But these copper coins are castrated very slowly, and they seem to be carried by wire, which shows that Hu Mazi's internal strength is deep and he is a rare master.

Showing his unique skills, Hu Mazi turned his head and smiled lightly at the little second brother: "This friend's desktop, I invited." ”

The little second brother nodded and took the copper coin into his palm.

Seeing that he had collected the money, Hu Mazi laughed wildly and asked the people in Tsing Yi: "You said that you don't drink other people's wine, but the grandfathers prefer you to drink my wine, and you have the ability to spit out the two glasses you drank just now." ”

first showed the internal skills of his hands, and then said that there was a knife hidden in the words, Hu Mazi was deliberately looking for faults.

The other diners were afraid that there would be a right or wrong in this place immediately, so they hurriedly put down the food money and looked for a way.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't spit out the wine, but drank another glass, took off the bamboo flute in his hand, and slowly whispered: "I never vomit the wine I drink, but I don't owe anyone else money for wine. ”

Presumably, this person has seen my kung fu, and he is already afraid in his heart, not only is he not crazy, but he also wants to play a tune for Lao Tzu.

Hu Mazi was proud in his heart and laughed even more wildly: "If you blow it well, you will have a reward." ”

The flute is on the lips, curling slowly.

The first sound sounded and shook Hu Mazi's heart and lungs.

When the rhythm is fast, Hu Mazi's heart beats fast.

When the rhythm is slow, Hu Mazi's heart hardly moves.

After a few tactfuls, Hu Mazi was already bleeding.

The sound of the flute gradually thinned, and at the end, it was almost unheard.

At the end of the wonderful song, Hu Mazi's heart stopped beating, and the whole person was still sitting on the chair, dying miserably.

"This is an internal skill that is practiced exclusively for friends, and may friends be useful. ”

The man in Tsing Yi put away the bamboo flute, said lightly, and continued to drink.

Huozuizi was just attracted by the grace of this song, and just watched the ten fingers of the people in Tsing Yi move smartly.

When he turned his head to raise a glass to Hu Mazi again, he found that he was dead.

A song killing, who is this man in Tsing Yi?

Huozuzi found out the hidden weapon, intending to strike first.

After drinking the wine, he gently put down the wine glass, still lowered his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips moved slightly: "Write down the list of flower sellers." ”

He broke the identity of the open-mouthed man in one word, and he was beaten when he raised his hand.

But the hidden weapon couldn't be played, because Huozuzi's hand was frozen.

Two hands, from purple to black.

It was his gentle words just now, which brought the internal strength of the top master and condensed the blood of his two hands.

"Kill me, you'll never know who else the flower seller is!"

It is known that bad luck is inevitable, and Huozuzi is making the last struggle.

"You and the shopkeeper, it's enough for me to keep one. ”

The man in Tsing Yi finally turned his head, his gaze like ice.

The little second brother was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy again and again: "Guest officer, I have served all the wine and food, but I haven't neglected it at all." ”

"Why lie?" the man in Tsing Yi smiled faintly: "If you were able to surprise the internal strength of the copper coin like other diners when you collected the money just now, this lie might work, but you are like a commonplace, and you can't help but show your face." ”

He didn't look up at anyone, but he knew everything.

"Don't talk nonsense, fight with him!" Huozuzi greeted the little second brother, and handed out three feet in the air, directly taking the head, chest, and abdomen of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't move, but he fell down from mid-air.

He was lying on the ground, and his back was full of copper coins.

Huozuzi never expected that he would die at the hands of the shopkeeper.

killed the open-mouthed, the shopkeeper didn't speak, hurriedly took out the account book ink pen in the closet, and wrote a few names in a row.

The Tsing Yi man stretched out his hand, and the shopkeeper crawled to hand over the account book to the Tsing Yi man.

When taking over the roster, the little finger of the man in Tsing Yi gently hooked the wrist of the shopkeeper.

Blood spurted out, reaching no ceiling, and splattered all over the beams.

Covering it with your hands has no effect.

The shopkeeper hated: "You obviously said that you would spare my life." ”

Slowly getting up, the man in Tsing Yi took the roster and walked outside the store.

"I only said that there was one left, not that the one who stayed would live. ”

Covered in cold and soft, the shopkeeper cursed fiercely at the back of Tsing Yi: "Leave your name, I won't let you go if I am a ghost." ”

The man in Tsing Yi had disappeared, and his last words drifted into the house with the wind: "I am the evil star of the flower seller, Yan Xiaomei." ”