The wind blew the rest of the clouds and ate all the wine and food on the table, and the spoiled people wiped their mouths and dispersed.

The boy kicked a blue brick that was pulled from the base of the wall into his arms, put on a small hat and followed him secretly.

It was already the moon was full, and the lights on both sides illuminated the lively street market. It was probably because the boss didn't care about the full meals, and the ruffians were ready to go to the night market to try their luck.

With a brick in his arms, the boy leisurely laid his back.

The green hat was his signature, and tea lovers he met from time to time on the road greeted him. The boy responded enthusiastically, talking and laughing all the way to the center of the night market.

The thugs made food and drink similar to beggars, and they also gathered the wine and vegetables they got together to eat, so the three of them quickly dispersed and showed their magical powers to find food.

The boy thought about it and followed the strongest rogue to Qingshi Gufang. This is Hua Street, and there is never a shortage of wine and food, and most of the pedestrians are men.

The boy's left hand was naturally bent around his waist, his right hand was empty, and he muttered "The sleeves do not stick to each other, and his sleeves do not stick to each other...", like a loach walking through the bustling crowd.

The most important thing about "not sticking to the sleeve" is prediction, which is the "quick heart" that the shopkeeper often talks about. You must be able to judge the other party's movements and avoid them first.

The dress of a low-class servant like a blue-clothed little hat is not conspicuous, and the secular spirit he has learned from serving tea and water for ten years has made him ignore it by travelers like air, and he has nothing to touch all the way, and the boy appears behind the strong man like a ghost.

The strong man was holding a piece of braised pig ears and smiling face and tangled with the vendor selling braised vegetables. Could it be that he really used these hob meat to send him to the official position? Shaking his head, the stall owner scolded him a few times and greeted him.

Just as the rogue turned around and the vendor lowered his head, the boy swung his right hand like lightning!

Without a trace of wind, the blue bricks, which were a little old, slapped the back of the head.

Bang!

The head hurts violently, and the strong man arches his waist bounces up reflexively, as if a bamboo pole is slanted in the air. Before he can scream, his eyes turn black, and his body, which is powerless, hits heavily at the ramen stall next to him.

boom!

The noodle soup splashed, and the hot boiling water poured on passers-by screamed, it was so chaotic. The boys flashed and disappeared into the crowd surrounding him to watch the fun.

Gods and ghosts don’t know.

"The pot is empty and full of bowls", what you practice is to control the amount. To put it bluntly, it is the power. You can fill the big tea bowls of dozens of tables of guests. You can imagine how heavy the brass kettle and belt in the boy's hand is!

And unlike in the past, this time the boy put all his strength into it!

The crisp crack of bone just now told him that although this ruffian was not dead, he was determined to be stupid.

It sounds like I am too soft and I can't take a heavy hand. After going around a big circle, my tight body gradually relaxed. Shooting and refilling are both extraordinary states. It seems to be easy and freehand, but in fact it is an illusion simulated with the strongest control.

In this way, serving tea and water is actually a very wonderful skill.

It was not until the boy completely relaxed that he was himself. Erased his sweat and took the shortcut to his next goal.

Bang! He was licking the scoundrel who was drooling and sniffing wildly, and fell into the bubbled dog meat soup pot.

Bang! In the end, the man collapsed in the bucket in the back alley. Who told him to eat and drink the most? He would inevitably go to the toilet.

The teenager squirted out the cloth that plugged his nostrils, weighed the blue bricks and turned into the deep alley, "There is still a dog's head left..."

There were not many pedestrians in Zhulong Lane at this time, and the boy felt a little upset. However, thinking of the terrifying bloody handprints on Douhua's cheek, the boy gritted his teeth and walked in.

There are only one or two people in this world who treat him well, and Douhua is one; the old shopkeeper, huh... half of them, and it's just a matter of being a fool who is barely scrambled to leave him in the teahouse.

For these two, the boy dared to do anything.

The dilapidated door creaked open, and the man wearing a shabby and black haired man hummed a small song and squeezed out. The tower-like body was two meters away, with a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and three strands of ink beard under the jaw fluttered in the wind, with a fierce momentum.

The boy swallowed, judging the distance between the back of the man's head and the blue brick in his arms, and secretly adjusted his breathing.

"Zheng Tu, go shopping in the kiln again!" The familiar butcher greeted happily, carrying half a fan of fat pork.

"Yeah! Are you going with me?" the strong man joked.

The green tiles in the alley were damaged, and the butchers carrying heavy objects were stumbling all the way, which was very difficult. The boy turned his eyes and thought about it. He sorted out his hat and followed the butchers, and walked towards Zheng Tu with the help of half a fat pig on his back.

The moment before the two met head-on, the boy raised his foot and poked the butcher's tight leg bend.

"Ouch!" The feet became soft, and the butcher and the man and the pig rushed towards the strong man.

"Brother, be careful!" The big man suddenly stepped forward, and held the butcher with a thick arm. "Drink!" He shouted angrily, and suddenly exerted force on the lower plate, resisting the pressure of hundreds of pounds.

During the stalemate, the strong man who was wrestling with the pork didn't care about the blue figure slipping past him. While he was unprepared, the boy turned around and turned around in a brick!

The big man's bulging head magnified rapidly in his eyes. As soon as the boy grinned, he suddenly heard a loud shout behind him, "Brother, be careful!"

"Hmm?!" The man was shocked, and suddenly leaned over to avoid the blue brick, then stretched out his legs and kicked backwards!

"The dragon swings its tail—"

"Wow--"

The sole of the shoe sized basin was in the middle of the chest, and the boy sprayed blood arrows and flew backwards into the pig cage pile at the corner of the alley. The eyes were colorful, and the moment he fainted, the boy smiled miserably: "Hey! Hey! Fighting qi..."

He finally realized that the fifth rogue voice was covered by the sound of a pig being killed when he eavesdropped behind the wall, so that he missed one.

The rising green light quickly disappeared, and the big man vomited a breath of turbid air and retracted his thick legs.

"Zheng, Zheng Tu..." The old butcher's teeth were trembling. He never thought that his neighbor who usually roared was actually a master!

He reached out to catch the blue brick that the boy took off his hand, and the strong man shook his face and patted the old Tu on the forehead.

"Crack!" The plasma splattered, and the old butcher collapsed softly on half of the pork.

Turning his neck with blue veins, the strong man slowly stood up. "Dragon, go and see if that kid is dead."

"Yes!" The thin monkey-like man jumped out of the threshold quickly and walked towards the pig cage on guard.

"No help." The young man in blue who was stuck in his butt was bleeding from his seven orifices, his chest was sunken. Although there was still blood foam on the corner of his mouth, it was obviously not far from death.

"Grandson, let grandpa give you a ride!" The thin monkey licked the sharp knife of the bones and stabbed the boy in the chest!

"Well!" With a shout out of nowhere, the skinny monkey's brain splashed and turned to the ground. He knocked the skinny monkey over, and a square piece suddenly rose up, roaring at the boss who had just picked up the body of the old butcher!

The black shadow arrow headed straight to his forehead, unable to hide, and the strong man's eyes were full of tears: "The sky is over... the gate!"

boom!

The earth and rocks collapsed, and the strong man and Lao Tu knot into a lump with the fan of fat pork, and disappeared behind the collapsed alley wall.
Chapter completed!