Kill And Follow

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Jiang Buhuo, the famous seventh-generation Bai Xiaosheng, retired from the world and opened an inn.

On the first day, he looked at his inn and was very satisfied, and then he named it "Tongfu Inn" on a bad street, and then someone came to complain the next day. This incident led to the current "Jiang's Inn" The "inn" has only one shopkeeper and one handyman, not even a cook.

"Shopkeeper, when is this a head!"

As a fledgling young man, Xiaoer Tianqing was fooled by Jiang Buhuo.

As a former Bai Xiaosheng, Jiang Buhuo didn't have the slightest anxiety. He obviously chose to forget that he was too picky for money when he was a Bai Xiaosheng, so that no one from Jianghu dared to go to the inn to drink, for fear of drinking a sky-high price. .

He made a plan, and his calculations were very good.

"Don't panic, someone will come tomorrow."

Sure enough, a wealthy disciple came the next day, wearing silk clothes and holding a pair of ivory-like warm fans, who seemed to be taken advantage of; after he opened a good room, another man came.

"stay."

The man spoke succinctly.

When Xiaoer Tianqing over there was still guessing their identities, Jiang Buhuo already knew it very clearly.

One is a fleeing prince and aristocrat, and the other is a top killer.

As for why the killer wanted to stay at Jiang's Inn, that was Jiang Buhuo's ability, so the killer guessed to show up to show his favor.

The next day, the man checked out.

"Today's weather is not good -- shopkeeper, can you always choose a good place?" As a stunned young man who had longed for the rivers and lakes, Xiao Er was very sad.

But Jiang Buhuo was even more sad. He was said to be old when he was only in his thirties, so he hit Xiaoer's head with his abacus accurately, and a huge bag was formed.

"Little Second!"

Well, the hotel guest has something to do again.

That son is the second son of the Chu family in the south of the Yangtze River. He practiced martial arts in the hands of the legendary "Bei Weilong" since he was young. It can be seen that the martial arts of the second son of Chu is just a rookie in the martial arts, and it is worthless in front of the heirs of the major families.

Jiang Buhuo's eyes flashed, and he picked his abacus, thinking about how to calculate these two people.

Over there, Xiao Er came to ask Chu Wei what was the matter, and the other party said that he wanted a bucket of bath water.

God knows, this inn only takes care of all the work by Tianqing, so there is no prime time to prepare water early.

So, Xiao Er said to wait a moment, and went downstairs to boil water.

What is Chu Wei doing in the room?He was so tired that he fell asleep yesterday, and now he is checking his surroundings.

When he opened the window, a stone hit him, and he dodged it, and then another stone, but he didn't dodge it; the angry Chu Wei broke the vase beside him into pieces and threw it out.

Downstairs, Jiang Buhuo was playing with the single-player mahjong newly developed by his brother. He just tilted his head when he heard the movement, and refused to get out of the mahjong no matter what.

"...Let's play Brother Dabai's mahjong for a few rounds first."

After Chu Wei threw out the fragments, there was no movement.

He closed the window reassuringly.

Sitting on the bed, the ceiling above my head is dusty with spiders weaving webs.

Chu Wei thought, what kind of unscrupulous shop did he live in?Then he remembered what happened not long ago, he still couldn't believe it, let alone that guy was so cruel.

It was his master who mixed with his mother.

The sky was particularly sunny that day, so in the morning he invited Qin Aiming, who is known as the "little doctor with jade face" in the rivers and lakes, to drink flower wine. However, the sky was gloomy halfway and even Qin Aiming was robbed by one of his guests.

He left when he was happy, and returned when he was disappointed.

But what he didn't expect was that there were quiet people in the yard of his mother who was guarding the vacant room alone, and what puzzled him even more was the vague and ambiguous voice inside.The battle-tested Chu Wei didn't know what it was, and before he stepped half a foot back, he saw a big man sneer and asked, "Who?!" It was the voice of his martial arts master.

Chu Wei suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and luckily found a place to hide by using his three-legged cat skills.

Then I heard a woman ask softly: "I'm afraid it's not a cat passing by?"

After listening to this voice for more than ten years, Chu Wei suddenly felt all kinds of feelings in his heart.

So, after the crisis was resolved, he left the letter and Pegasus overnight to relax.

The author has something to say:

I wrote a few hundred words a long time ago. I added a little bit in July, and I also filled in it during the National Day. I don’t have any ideas for the time being.