Chapter 8 Part-time Worker Second

In winter, the bright sun is pouring down, and under the reflection of the snow, it is beautiful, and there is a border town on the thousands of miles of wasteland. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Get up and get to work!" Jia Youcai, the innkeeper, pushed open a room with a wide bunk inside, and six sleeping teenagers were lying on it, and they threw their shoes onto the bed one by one.

I opened my sleepy eyes, rubbed my eyes, and started a new day.

"Xiao Er, two catties of beef, a jar of thyme incense!" A rough man put the big knife on the table, sat down with a big knife, and then shouted with an open voice.

"Guest officer, come!" Zhao Haochen is now like a shopkeeper wearing white-washed old clothes, holding a plate of beef and carrying a pot of hot liquor, and his body seems to be shrouded in an aristocratic temperament, like a layer of starlight, but if he looks closely, he looks like a market hooligan and a gangster.

Coming and going, Zhao Haochen shuttled between the tables, serving tea and water, welcoming guests, rolling up small half sleeves, sometimes wiping the table, washing dishes, and the sturdy little arms exuding the unique vitality of a mature teenager, with fine and beautiful muscle lines, with vigorous vitality.

The two sword eyebrows were raised high, and the light was flowing in the pupils, and there were many girls at the door of the inn, who deliberately came to see him, and while frolicking, they secretly glanced inside with their eyes.

In the twenty-first century, I don't know what it's like to be a woman, and I follow the table all day long, bowing down under the pomegranate skirt.

Shuttling between the tables and wandering in the inn, Zhao Haochen still did not forget to throw flattery at them from time to time, although the makeup effect here is not as good as the 21st century, but it has a unique charm, fresh and refined, with a natural color.

"The Holy King has an order, abandon the sword of the world and catch the sword!" Before the person arrived, the sound came first, a team of warriors, holding a long knife, walked in with a murderous momentum, holding a warrant, and spread out with a swish, a sword aura is not particularly strong, but it is also a sword aura that rushes into the sky, cold and handsome, and has a lofty aristocratic temperament.

"This is the sword qi of the sword, but if there is someone in the know, the reward is ten thousand taels of gold, if you don't report it, you will be killed!" The cold voice filled everyone's hearts, and the leader pulled out a long knife, and with a bang, a set of tables and chairs in front of this person shattered in half, and a strong wind blew, making everyone suddenly shudder.

"Whew!"

In mid-air, an awe-inspiring sword aura emerged, and the sword qi on the warrant rang out, and the person led by him turned over one by one, slapped his palm on the sword qi, and the sword qi collapsed.

"Jianzi, you can't move now, or everyone here will bury you!" Among the first men, Jianzi's soul seemed to be stimulated, struggling to control this body.

Zhao Haochen was righteous and awe-inspiring, knowing it with affection, and moving it with reason, "I will definitely avenge you in the future, but there are so many of them, we can't fight them at all, everyone in this town will die because of you, can you bear it?"

He was afraid that once his identity was revealed, he would really die without a place to be buried, and reason told him to flee, but his body was unable to make any movement because of great fear.

"Do you really bear it, so many people are buried for you?" Zhao Haochen didn't know where the courage came from, he roared at the sword in his head, and then as if he thought of something, he stared at the sword with some fear.

"It's you!" The leader of the person, with a lift of his hand, flipped the long knife twice, and the cold blade was set up on Zhao Haochen's neck.

Zhao Haochen's handsome little face did not have a trace of blood, his upper and lower teeth trembled with fear, his hands and feet were cold, and he wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but he found that he could no longer control his tongue to speak, his legs trembled, and he kept playing the pipa.

"Boy, don't be afraid, I won't kill you, the sword is not as useless as you!" A smug smile appeared on the corner of the leader's mouth, as if making others afraid was something that could make him happy, and Zhao Haochen's heart finally settled a little.

"However, you definitely have something to do with Jianzi, otherwise you wouldn't have burst out of a burst of sword qi out of thin air, resonating with Jianzi's sword qi!" The person at the head had scorching eyes and gloomy eyes, staring at Zhao Haochen, as if he was playing with his prey.

"Okay, come to an upper room, you lead the way!" The leader smiled and stretched out his hand to point at Zhao Haochen.

Because of fear, Zhao Haochen couldn't even speak, but he was a little wooden, and led a few people to the top in a daze.

"Take off your clothes!" the leader said coldly.

"Ahh********h

"Whew!"

The middle-aged man's long knife flashed with a faint cold light, and with a sneer, it suddenly stopped and pressed under his crotch.

Zhao Haochen kept calling for the sword in his mind, but he couldn't see the trace of the sword, and the huge fear covered his heart.

The man at the head pushed the long knife upward, and the cold tip of the knife was already felt under the crotch of his pants, as if the next moment, it would be slashed.

Zhao Haochen's face was red, his ears were red, he bit his lip, as if he had made up his mind, and his eyes were closed, "I like girls! I won't expose chrysanthemums! Don't force me!"

The man at the head rolled his eyes, secretly stretched out his hand to support the guy beside him, slashed the long knife, snorted, and then heard a miserable, dead or alive cry.

Several people stood beside him, looking at Zhao Haochen's painful wail, with a depressed face, and they couldn't wash it away even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

Everyone downstairs showed sympathy on their faces, and the girls lying at the door were full of anger, listening to the miserable screams, how inhumane it should be.

"Hey, hey, what are you calling?" The man at the head looked puzzled, his eyes widened, and he stared at Zhao Haochen with some impatience.

"I--I--" touched himself all intact, except for a small hole in his right arm.

"No!" said one of the next to him.

The leader nodded, and the killing intent was full of excitement in the room, and he said in a deep voice: "This matter must not be mentioned to anyone, otherwise there will be no forgiveness!"

Zhao Haochen nodded as if he were mechanical.

A few people walked downstairs, and everyone looked at this group of people with strange eyes, and suddenly made them feel embarrassed, eager to find a crack in the ground, drill down, and disappear into the vast wilderness.

Zhao Haochen walked down lightly, and in an instant, sympathetic eyes looked at him, and there were crystal tears falling from the corners of the girl's eyes at the door......

"I ......" Zhao Haochen wanted to speak and stopped.