The man in the blue shirt followed the mustache, and the two of them chatted casually, and returned to the stall where they were laughing.
In normal times, he and Mustache often took advantage of the end of the market to wander around. Although his father was stern, he was always here waiting for them to come back and leave together. But when he came back this time, Lan Bushan looked around but couldn't see his father. Even the stall was clean, and he asked around with some surprise.
"Boy! You're finally back! Your father asked me to tell you to go home first!" The two people next to them leaned against the wall and smoked cigarettes silently. At this time, they finally waited for Lan Bushan to come back, and they couldn't wait any longer. Not wanting to go down, he hurriedly pulled the cart and left.
"Brother, do you know where he went?" The mustache's expression changed, he stepped in front of the man who was smoking, and asked urgently.
"Ahem... Ouch... you scared me with your frizzy mustache! The gong player just asked him to help deliver some fruits. I vaguely saw that they seemed to be leaving the city..." The man holding the cigarette choked. With tears streaming down his face, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "I didn't realize that you, an old boy, have very flexible legs and feet, so why did you come all of a sudden from so far away? That's not what I said! It's a pity that you don't become a thief just by taking these few steps!" "
"Haha... You are the only one who talks a lot every day. Go back quickly!" Mustache laughed, patted the man on the shoulder, and turned back to Lan Bushan.
"Mustache... Mustache? What were you doing just now? Why did you disappear as soon as you turned around? Hey... what are you doing?" Lan Bushan asked doubtfully.
As soon as the mustache returned to its original position, his nose wrinkled, and he leaned down to pick up the slightly wet soil and sniffed it. He frowned and felt something was wrong.
Hearing Lan Bushan's question to him, he wiped his hands and stood up with a relaxed expression: "It's okay, I just went over there to ask about your father. He went to deliver fruits to people and won't be back until later. , let’s go back as soon as possible..."
"Oh..." The blue shirt nodded, and then accelerated his pace under the urging of the mustache.
"It should be fine now..." Mustache thought to himself, then turned to Lan Bushan and said, "Boy, I'm back, you should go home quickly!" Then he hurriedly walked into the forest. .
"I'm talking about Mustache... you... why are you so energetic today? My legs are almost broken..." The blue shirt followed closely behind him, out of breath from exhaustion, but he didn't finish his words. , saw the mustache disappear on the forest path in a few steps, he was slightly startled, and shouted: "Mustache! You haven't taken the wine away yet! Hey! Hey!"
But he called several times, but didn't get any response, and he was a little annoyed. The young man was more or less competitive. Today, he was left behind by Mustache, and he felt a little unwilling. He raised his head and saw that it was still dark, so he gritted his teeth and chased after him. He had to return the wine no matter what...
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In the forest, two figures walked one behind the other. The man in front of him had a smile on his face, humming a tune calmly and slowly, moving his feet slowly, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in the garden. However, the man behind him had an impatient look on his face and was spinning in circles with Zhu Lou on his back.
"Brother the gong knocker, can you hurry up a little bit? I'm really afraid that my family will be impatient..." Although it was still early in the morning, the man in front of me was dawdling and didn't go far for a long time. It's not like this place. It looks like someone's home, and I don't know how long it will take to get there.
"Brother, don't panic, there's definitely enough time! I told you that you don't need to see anyone, just call me by your name..." the gong ringer said with a smile.
"Okay, Qiao...Brother Qiao Luo..." the middle-aged man said helplessly. He usually saw Qiao Luo with a smiling face, but he didn't expect him to have such a lazy personality. "Brother Qiao Luo, I'm sorry to say that you are a guest. How far is our residence? According to our current speed, we won’t be able to reach it even if it gets dark..."
"Haha... It seems that I have misunderstood. I am not looking for this guest, but the guest is coming to see me! Calculating this guest should already be on the way... I believe it won't be long before you can meet. ." Qiao Luo said with a smile.
"We...brother Qiao Luo, the more you talk, the more confused I become. Isn't this guest here to see you? Why is he still related to me?" The middle-aged man said with a bitter smile.
"Confused, you are not confused. Don't you know the affairs of the League of Legends very clearly?" Qiao Luo said with a smile.
"Ah!" When the middle-aged man heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he secretly exclaimed, "Oh no!" He didn't expect that his quick talk would be overheard by the gong ringer!
After all, the gong knocker is from the League of Heroes. If this news is their secret and it is spread out by me at will, I am afraid that suffering today is inevitable! However, when he was talking about the critical moment, he was inadvertently interrupted by Mustache, and he covered it up with the old affairs of the Yuhu Sect. Only then did he not say all the slanderous words that followed, otherwise it would still be a question whether he could survive now.
"Brother Qiao Luo... Those are just gossips I heard from hearsay, and I definitely don't mean any disrespect to the League of Legends!" Thinking of this, the middle-aged man knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Haha... Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? I don't mean anything else... I'm just curious. How much do your family members know about these things?" Qiao Luo, although still smiling, twirled the gong mallet with his fingers as he spoke. But in the eyes of middle-aged people, it is like Yama demanding his life.
"Brother Qiao Luo... Lord Qiao Luo... these things are just hearsay and have nothing to do with the family. If you want to punish me, please punish me. Don't hurt my family!" The middle-aged man shivered. , said with a trembling voice.
"Hey...brother, what are you talking about...I'm just asking casually. Look how nervous I am making you. Even for the sake of the fruit, I have to be merciful, don't you think so?" "Qiao Luo has always looked calm and calm since the beginning, but before he finished speaking, his expression changed. He held the gong mallet tightly in his hand and laughed: "Look, this is talking, the guest is not It’s here, it really made me wait..."
The middle-aged man's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't tell what the smiling man was thinking. He was afraid that Qiao Luo would suddenly attack him, but at this time he heard a rustling sound coming from the distance, He also looked over there curiously, wanting to see who this guest was that could make Qiao Luo take him so seriously?
Looking towards the sound, I saw two wine bottles flying towards him and smashing in front of Qiao Luo. As soon as Qiao Luo took two steps back, he saw the wine bottles shattering with a bang, and he only had time to emit bursts of smoke in the air. Wine aroma. Then a figure in a blue shirt jumped out and stood in front of the middle-aged man with a huff.
"Dad! Are you okay?" Lan Bushan couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw the blood on the middle-aged man's face. He quickly tore off a piece of cloth to tie the wound, and then looked at Qiao Luo fiercely.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but tremble when he saw the person coming. Could it be that the guest Qiao Luo mentioned was his son? Is it possible that the reason for this is because he wants to catch them all in one fell swoop? But when he looked at Qiao Luo, he found that the surprise in his eyes was no less than his own. Presumably this guest must be someone else.
"Eh? It's not you! It shouldn't be you! Where did you come from?" Sure enough, Qiao Luo's next words confirmed the middle-aged man's thoughts. His smile was extremely tangled and he looked confused. There is no trace of calmness in his appearance.
"Tell me! Where did you hide him?" Qiao Luo looked impatient, picked up his blue shirt and asked fiercely.
"I...I don't know what you are talking about? Let my father go! Come at me if you can!" Although Lan Bushan's legs were weak, there was no fear on his face.
"Okay! Don't you say yes? Then don't blame me!" Hearing this, Qiao Luo pushed the blue cloth shirt to the ground, turned the gong mallet in his hand, and was about to strike the gong, "If you don't come out again, I'm going to take action now! Remember, today! These two people! But you killed them!"
Qiao Luo sneered, and regardless of whether anyone responded or not, he raised the gong mallet in his hand and shouted loudly: "One gong sound... Ouch!"
He had just finished speaking when he saw a flying rock coming from the distance. Compared with the force and speed thrown by the blue cloth shirt before, it hit Qiao Luo's wrist in the blink of an eye. As soon as the gong hurts, the gong mallet falls away.
Qiao Luo was impatient and neglected for a moment, so he was attacked by someone unexpectedly. At this time, he suffered a secret loss and his face darkened! He was about to pick up the gong mallet, but he only felt a breeze blowing in front of his eyes, and the gong mallet on the ground had disappeared. He looked up and saw a black shadow suddenly appearing in front of him, and the gong mallet was firmly held in the hand of the person who came.
"Hmph! What a trick! Don't think that I can't hit it without a gong mallet... Where's my gong?" Qiao Luo sneered, and was about to lower his head to strike the gong, but felt the figure in front of him flash again, and the gong also ran away like a magic trick. When it was in the hands of that person, Shengsheng held back the second half of his words, almost making his nose crooked with anger.
The middle-aged man and the blue shirt were in shock, thinking that they were about to die soon. The father and son hugged each other tightly and shivered, waiting for the gong of death to come.
But they waited for a while but didn't feel anything strange. When they opened their eyes, they saw a familiar figure standing in front of them. Then there was a flash of shadow and he snatched the thing from Qiao Luo's hand. It was also a bit unbelievable, and my jaw almost dropped.
"Little... mustache... you..." The middle-aged man had experienced the wind and rain after all, and he reacted in a moment of shock, dumbfounded.
"Oh, I'm sorry for frightening you." Mustache looked back and said with a wry smile.
"I received news that there is an expert hiding in Yangdu City! I have been beating gongs and drums for many days, but I haven't even seen the shadow of the expert. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that it would look like this..." Qiao Luo He looked up and down at the mustache and said with a click of his tongue.
"Ha, then you can tell me, what should a master... look like? Is it possible that... I have to be empty-handed like you?" Mustache sneered.
"I'm sorry...I just made a mistake..." Qiao Luo was ridiculed by Mustache, but he was not angry, and his smile returned to his face, and he said calmly: "I don't know the name of Brother Gao Ren, but are you interested in joining our League of Heroes? "
"A name is just a title. It doesn't make any difference if you know it or not... I just don't know if your preparation today is an invitation or a threat?" Mustache glanced around and saw figures flashing around him, and his face became cold again. a bit.
"It depends on how Brother Gao Ren understands it?"
"Yeah?"
