Outside the gate, a man fell to the ground.

The cold moon stood in the middle of everyone, and it felt like it stood out from the crowd. Seeing the black bamboo pole walking out violently, Han Yue did not dodge it, and looked at it proudly.

"Black Boss. Although Han Yue said this, no one felt any respect in it.

"Do you still recognize me?" The black bamboo pole was not good-looking, and his body wrapped in cotton clothes was still coughing, but his eyes were staring at Han Yue, "Since you recognize me, you are still presumptuous here!"

Glancing at the injured man lying on the ground, Han Yue just arched his hand and said, "It's rude, please forgive the black boss." ”

"You want me to forgive you? A simple faux pas, is it gone?" The black bamboo pole waved his hand, and the beggars around him blocked the cold moon in three circles. It's just that although they are around, no one dares to go up.

Han Yue was not in a hurry or impatient, and said slowly: "I actually have something to ask when I came down to find the black boss. ”

Seeing the immobile appearance of the cold moon in the crowd, the black bamboo pole wondered in his heart, could he have relied on him to be so unscrupulous, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

Han Yue didn't speak, and pointed to the inside of the door, "Boss Black won't ask me to go in and talk." ”

"What is there to say directly, otherwise, does Yue Gongzi think that he can still step out of this door?" the black bamboo pole sneered.

Han Yue was still fearless, touched his nose, and said with a light smile: "Han Yue just wants to enter this door instead of going out, is there something unsightly in the door?"

"It seems that Young Master Yue is not going to give me an explanation. Although he knew that Han Yue was not good at coming this time, the black bamboo pole couldn't figure out what his purpose was, but since he preemptively struck, he couldn't complain that he was ruthless, and he pinched a poisonous needle in his hand, and he was about to command everyone to rush forward, and Han Yue suddenly waved his hand.

"Wait, you wait, and then say a word. Han Yue shouted, moving her gaze to the black bamboo pole in the middle of the crowd, and smiled, "I want to ask the black boss a question, I don't know where the black boss was last night?"

The black bamboo pole was injured, and at this moment, looking at Han Yue's cold eyes, I didn't know what the meaning of his words was, and I didn't know how to answer for a while.

Han Yue walked in front of the black bamboo pole step by step, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "Such a simple question, isn't the black boss willing to answer it?"

The black bamboo pole snorted coldly, unwilling to be timid in front of the brothers, and said with a smile: "Naturally, I am here to recuperate, otherwise what?"

Han Yue said again: "If it is to recuperate, there will definitely be a doctor, I don't know which doctor the black boss is looking for?"

The black bamboo pole was annoyed by Hanyue's question, but he didn't want to really fight with Hanyue, so he had to say: "The poor have no money to eat, and they can't afford to see a doctor." ”

Han Yue took another step and said almost in the ear of the black bamboo pole: "Where did the black boss catch the medicine?"

The black bamboo pole took a step back and said, "It's in the medicine shop opposite." ”

"Where's the prescription?"

"I said, I didn't see a doctor. ”

"Do you remember what kind of herbs you took yesterday?"

"Forgot. ”

"And what about you today?"

"I forgot about it. ”

"Where is the residue of the Black Boss's drug?"

"Poured. ”

"What disease do you have?"

"Tuberculosis. ”

"How long?"

"Half a year. ”

Han Yue's successive questions forced the black bamboo pole to retreat step by step, coughing constantly, the black bamboo pole was annoyed in his heart, and just with a rebuttal, Han Yue forced him up again, and his voice was violent.

"Since you've been sick for half a year, but you don't know what kind of medicine you're drinking, is Boss Black sure he's sick?"

The black bamboo pole was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, so he forced himself to say, "So what?"

"You're not sick at all, your cough is clearly because you're seriously injured, and you weren't here at all yesterday but in the Wind and Rain Pavilion, the Wind and Rain Pavilion in the north of the city. Hanyue turned around and said loudly.

It's just that every time he says a word, the face of the black bamboo pole is ugly. The beggars around him glanced at each other and clenched the bamboo poles in their hands.

The black bamboo pole looked at the cold moon in the center of the crowd, his expression was grim, and he suddenly laughed and said, "Yes, I really wasn't here yesterday, and I really didn't get sick." So what, Cold Moon, what if you knew. ”

The black bamboo pole flew up violently and kicked towards the cold moon. No one expected him to get up suddenly, and Hanyue didn't expect it either, but when this kick came out, the black bamboo pole screamed.

"You're not Cold Moon!"

This time he saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, although the style of the clothes was exactly the same, but this smiling face was not Hanyue's at all, but another person he didn't know, it was the little beggar Wuxin. Transfiguration, these three words suddenly flashed in the black bamboo pole's mind. Just then, another sound came from the room behind him. As if something had broken, the black bamboo pole hurried towards the house.

In the dark room, the black bamboo pole only saw Lin Yulong who was still in the room, and next to him was a broken tile. I didn't see the cold moon, and I was relieved in my heart, and the black bamboo pole said angrily: "Why don't you leave?"

Lin Yulong's face was cold, and no one answered the words of the black bamboo pole, but just smiled.

"What about your master?" Seeing that Lin Yulong hadn't left, the black bamboo pole thought to himself, could it be that something happened to the old man?

Lin Yulong shook his head and pointed to the window on the side of the room, which was wide open. When the black bamboo pole looked closer, there were footprints of two people on the window. The black bamboo pole turned his head and hurriedly asked, "The cold moon is coming?"

Lin Yulong nodded.

"He's gone after your master?"

Lin Yulong nodded again.

"Why are you still here, did your master leave any words?"

The black bamboo pole was even more anxious now, but I didn't expect the cold moon to actually repair the plank road in the dark. However, Lin Yulong seemed quite hesitant, and walked over to close the windows and doors that were originally wide open. Only then did he signal the black bamboo pole to come to him, he really had something to say to him. The black bamboo pole was anxious in his heart, and stepped forward with his ears.

"My Master Says"

The black bamboo pole Zheng listened attentively, and only heard these four words, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his body. looked at Lin Yulong again, and saw that he was holding a dagger in his hand and stabbed it fiercely in his waist. The black bamboo pole pointed at Lin Yulong, but he couldn't speak. He finally understood why Lin Yulong was still here.

"You,"

"Uncle Hei, you must die today, my nephew is disrespectful!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Lin Yulong's eyes, and he jerked the dagger. The body of the black bamboo pole fell heavily to the ground, blood spilling all over the ground. Lin Long didn't look at him anymore and jumped out of the window on the side. In the dark, the black bamboo pole couldn't figure out whether Lin Yulong wanted to kill himself or the old man wanted to kill him.

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