Milong was helpless and greeted Bu La and they began to pack their things and prepare to leave. According to his previous temper, he would definitely not give up, but now he is no better than before.
From the time he went to Myanmar to now, the group leader has taken good care of him. Not to mention, he was injured in a bomb some time ago, and the regiment leader rushed to the hospital immediately without saying anything. He really regarded him as a brother, and he couldn't push his nose in the face again.
No one in the entire Sichuan Army can be dissatisfied, but they must obey Liao Mingyu.
"Strong man! Please stay!"
But just as everyone was about to leave, a voice came from the crowd not far away. The old scholar wearing glasses and carrying a cane walked through the crowd and came to them.
Liufu, who was standing at the door, was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Oh, Master, why are you here?"
The old scholar ignored him, raised his hands to Liao Mingyu and said, "Sir, I didn't expect that you and I would have the chance to meet here. My old bones are really blessed."
"You're welcome, old man. Today my subordinates were so rude and offensive. I should say sorry. Please don't forget it. I will come to apologize to you another day." Liao Mingyu also saluted. He still respected this old man very much.
"Oh, don't say that. I've already heard what happened today. It's just a trivial matter...it's just a trivial matter." The old scholar waved his hands and said nonchalantly, and at the same time, he turned back and pointed at Laifu:
"Don't pay attention to him. Liufu was born with an angry mouth. Haha, that's not it. He will still be an old bachelor when he gets old."
Liufu next to him didn't dare to refute at all. He stood behind the old scholar with a low eyebrow and a submissive look. He didn't have the same arrogant expression he had just towards Mi Long.
"The old gentleman was joking. In fact, it was my subordinates who made the mistake first. They lost etiquette for the sake of the place where they stood. I will discipline them well when I get back, so I won't bother you for now."
Liao Mingyu said with a smile. He knew that the old scholar would not come out just to exchange a few words. He would retreat first to see what he had to say.
"Hey, what's the harm? A real man should do things and things he shouldn't do. What he did is very much like me when I was young." The old scholar shook his head and smiled. He glanced at Mi Long, who turned away somewhat guiltily.
"Actually, I came here to ask for something. My housekeeper is getting older. Last time, he told me that when he gets old, he wants to return to his roots, and he doesn't want to be alone outside looking at the yard. He wants to come back, where will I live? Just live there. Isn’t that right, Liufu?”
Liufu next to him immediately lowered his head and replied: "Yes, sir."
"Haha, look at our house. It's an old house passed down from our ancestors. It needs to be looked after. Even if no one lives in it, it still needs to be popular, don't you think?" the old scholar said slowly.
Milong's eyes lit up, could this matter be reversed?
"So I want to ask this military master to come over and help me take a look at this yard, so as to prevent some green-skinned boys from using their brains."
"Haha, this crooked brain is actually a confused brain. They don't even think about it. Which house's yard is not built brick by brick?" When the old scholar said this, he glanced at Milong and others.
"Hehe, that's right." Milong didn't know why. At this moment, he could only nod his head in agreement.
Liao Mingyu smiled and said nothing after hearing this. An old scholar is not simple. After a few words, they not only gave the house to Mi Long, but also saved each other's face to the greatest extent. In the end, they did not forget to hurt Mi Long in a roundabout way.
"Then it's settled?" the old scholar finally asked.
"It's easy to talk, hehe, it's easy to talk." Milong agreed innocently.
This bitch was lucky. The house where the landlord lived was given to him for nothing. This piece of pie fell from the sky and made Milong dizzy.
"Haha, okay! Adong, Liufu, go to the house immediately and get two bowls and two jars of wine." The old scholar happily ordered Liufu.
"I want the master." Liufu and the other attendant, the old scholar, hurried to the house.
Just when everyone was confused, the two men took out two wine jars and two sea bowls from the house.
Digging, again?
Looking at the ocean bowl that was comparable to a washbasin, Liao Mingyu cursed secretly. This old scholar seemed to have no other hobbies than watching people drink.
Little did they know that in Zenda, you must have as much alcohol as you have in your breath. If you release it yourself, you will be looked down upon if you cannot drink it.
Mi Long's tone was not unreasonable. He picked up a big house with nothing but a white wolf. It was natural for him to drink a bowl of wine.
"Then please help this strong man look after the house for me, an old man. If you don't plan to live in it anymore, we'll calculate the wages. Liufu, come and pour the wine!"
Liufu first placed a sea bowl. "Wow..." A jar of wine quickly filled the entire sea bowl.
"Come, come, come, we gentlemen, gentleman's talk, gentleman's appointment! Here is a bowl of wine and I will trouble the strong man to kill it." The old scholar looked at the dragon seriously.
Milong took the big bowl, but his whole heart was trembling. This is not a bowl, let alone wine, even water can hold a person half to death.
"Forget it, Milong, stop drinking. Thank you for your kindness, old man. We also know ourselves. This house is not something people like us can tolerate..."
How could Shangguan Jiici watch helplessly as Fanlong drank such a large bowl of wine, so he hurriedly went up to dissuade him. She would rather not live in this house than let Milong drink out.
"What are you talking about? Don't worry!"
We have come to this point, how can Milong give in? I saw him holding a bowl of wine high and shouting: "Look at it!"
"Gulu...Gulu..."
It has to be said that Mi Long, a Northeastern man, has a strong drinking capacity. He raised his neck, held his breath, and started to drink it into his stomach one by one.
He drank this bowl of wine for more than a minute, and everyone looked at it with fear. Even the old scholar nodded his head in admiration of him.
"Okay!" The people around him cheered.
"Okay... hiccup~" Mi Long returned the wine bowl to Liufu, indicating that he drank every drop: "Then I will move it over tomorrow..."
"Okay! As soon as possible. Haha!" the old scholar said happily. He admired Haiduo the most in his life, and now Milong's actions are enough to prove his sincerity.
"Then what... let's go back first, wife. We will have a new home tomorrow. Hahaha!" Milong hugged Shangguan Jiici excitedly, but the gradually increasing alcohol intensity made him blurry and his feet began to feel numb. soft.
"Captain... and the old man, I will... go back first!" Realizing that something was wrong with him, Milong quickly said hello and prepared to run away.
"Hurry up and take Mi Long back." Liao Mingyu ordered Bu La and the others.
He knew very well that in the original time and space, after drinking the bowl of wine, Milong fell to the ground and rolled twice before taking two steps. With so many people watching, he didn't want this guy to make a fool of himself in the end.
"It's really the same as when I was young." Looking at the lost dragon in the distance, the old scholar sighed sincerely.
"Haha, I made you laugh. If the old gentleman has nothing to do, we will leave." Liao Mingyu said.
"Wait a minute, sir, please give me some respect. Here comes Liufu, please serve me some wine."
The old scholar suddenly stopped Liao Mingyu: "You don't know yet, but this is the leader of the Sichuan Army who has always protected our Zenda peace, Commander Liao!"
Damn it, it’s my business! ? Liao Mingyu was instantly confused.
The people around him were immediately excited when they heard this. They had long known what the Sichuan Army had done. If the Sichuan Army had not repelled the Japanese time and time again, Zenda would have been trampled under the feet of little Japan, and the leader of the Sichuan Army was rumored to be in a state of confusion.
There was a huge crowd of people, all praising Liao Mingyu for his good deeds.
But there was a dark shadow among the crowd. He was dressed in black and carried a large travel bag that was disproportionate to his body shape. He looked very energetic, but there was a scar on his face that extended from his cheekbones to the corner of his mouth, adding a hint of ferocity to his handsome face.
The man in black looked at the Milong group going away and smiled lightly. Then he moved without leaving a trace and followed the direction of the mysterious dragon...
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