The little monkey could not watch Zhu Youxiao, but he quickly squeezed into it with his skills.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! What are you trying to squeeze!"

"Yes, thief! Are you going to be reincarnated?"

Zhu Youxiao's "defeated general" yelled cursingly.

Zhu Youxiao, who was excitedly rushing in, immediately cursed and retreated out when he saw the acquaintance in front of him.

"Ahhh! I have taken out all the money and let me see this!"

What does that look good about that Sun-foot Tengu? He looks so ugly, and Zhu Youxiao knows that there is absolutely nothing to watch in this challenge.

Why did Zhu Youxiao know that there was nothing to watch in this competition? The reason is very simple. The public security in the capital is very good. Without a certain degree of fame, can you take a sword to the street with a sword?

Do you think the yamen runners of the Five Cities of the Jinyiwei and the Shuntian Mansion are for a good meal, so be careful that dozens of officers will come out in minutes to bring you back to eat wild vegetables.

Who are those who can take swords and weapons to the streets in the Ming Dynasty? At the very least, they are scholars. Do you expect those scholars to have a swordsman? Then I might as well ask Qian Yiqian if he dares to jump into the river.

How can we say that people are going to take the most promising imperial examination? Fighting and killing are insignificant things for them. At most, they are interests and hobbies, and two tricks to show off their handsomeness without any trouble.

Hanging a sword on your waist is also a small idea of ​​pretending to show off.

If you ask them to compete with a swordsman, I'm afraid that this is the case if you kill instantly.

Zhu Youxiao is not willing to waste time because he finally came out and didn't have to see something fresh.

Not far away, Ma Shun held up a telescope and stared at Zhu Youxiao.

"Let the brothers below keep an eye on me. As long as there is something wrong, I will immediately go up and use my own life to protect Your Majesty. If anyone who protects Your Majesty will die, I promise that his family will no longer have to worry about food, drink, clothing and warmth!" Ma Shun stared at the lower body nervously and said.

"I have the order!"

"Nojiri is the gouache from the Ming Dynasty. It's so white. It's really worthy of being the Ming Dynasty. It's whiter than the one in our place." Two Japanese pirates said in front of a hawker stall selling rouge and water.

"Yes, Little Dog-kun, I like this smell very much." Nojiri's nose leaned over and smelled it with an intoxicated look on her face.

"Since Nojiri Jun likes it, then take it." said the little dog.

Then I saw Nojiri looking embarrassed and took out her money bag, which meant she had no money in her pocket.

"Haha! Nojiri Kwan, look at me." The little dog laughed and picked up the gouache and asked arrogantly at the vendor.

"You, how much does this cost?" the little dog asked in that obvious Japanese accent.

"Five cents!" The hawker had no reason to refuse when the business came. Although he also thought that these Japanese pirates were too ugly, they were just for making money. Moreover, the five cents of silver were considered a discounted price. They didn't think that they were Japanese and went to slaughter customers.

"Five money?" the little dog asked with five fingers stretched out.

"Yes, yes." The vendor nodded repeatedly, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes. These people just now showed that he had never seen the world before, and a kind of sweet juice was naturally superior.

So Ichiro Hiro smiled and took out ten copper plates and picked up two boxes of gouache at the vendor stall.

The vendor widened his eyes and looked at the strange operation of the Japanese man in front of him. What do you mean? What I want is five coins of silver. Are you five copper coins?

Ichiro of the Inuzu gave Nojiri a look to see how I was doing, so he was about to pull Nojiri away.

Nojiri was so stupid. He never thought that his copper plate was so wise, but he liked that what he could do with ten copper plates was, why did he use silver?

The vendor suddenly became anxious and grabbed the dog's arm with one hand.

"You can't leave!"

He can't afford to lose a piece of silver, and he doesn't make any money at all. If he is taken away by these two Japanese people, his family will have to drink the northwest wind.

"Baga!" The little dog is not a good thing. As a warrior, he is used to being arrogant and domineering in daily life. In this Ming Dynasty, he has restrained a lot. If he had been in his hometown, he would have started to snatch it.

The little dog brute force knocked the vendor to the ground.

Then the little dog pointed to the vendor's head and shouted word by word: "You've got money! I've given it! Now! You pull me! This is a provocation to me!"

Of course the vendor was unwilling to do so. Although he was knocked to the ground, he still held the little dog's calves!

"Ha! Bagaya deer!" The little dog was wearing brute force, and he directly grabbed the vendor's clothes, lifted him up and threw it on the vendor's stall.

The stall is made of solid wood and is very strong. The vendor's body is not strong. When he was hit hard, he almost couldn't get angry.

"Hahaha!" The little dog suddenly laughed wildly. The pressure on the Ming Dynasty Emperor the day before yesterday was too great. This time, when he bullied the Ming people, he felt that the suffocation in his heart was emitted, which was so satisfying.

But the little dog is not a fool just to take advantage of it. If he doesn't leave, he may be troublesome. After all, this is the Ming Dynasty.

However, before he could take two steps, he found that his legs were being held by something.

"You can't leave!" The vendor lay on the ground. Although his strength was thrown away now, he still couldn't give up. He had no capital to lose so much. Without this tael of silver, his child's care was not enough. How could he go to a private school after the New Year?

Thinking of his child's future and destiny in his hands, he felt a force coming back to him.

"Give me the money back!" The vendor stretched out his hand and fought in his eyes.

"Baga! The money has been given! You have been!!" The little dog kicked the vendor in the heart and kicked him out directly.

Suddenly, a fishy smell surged in the vendor's throat, and a stream of red blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the little dog was very proud. The hawker was one head taller than him but was so vulnerable. Are the people of the Ming Dynasty so cowardly? I remembered that his grandfather came to the Ming Dynasty when he was a ronin and brought back a lot of wealth, which made their little dog family come.

Without the experience of his grandfather going to the Ming Dynasty, his little dog could not become a warrior.

When Ichiro Koto grew up with his grandfather's boast and show off when he was young, he was so desperate that he could come to the place of Ming Dynasty like his grandfather, and just like his grandfather, he held a sword in his hand and fought with a dozen ronin to break through a "big town" with thousands of people in the Ming Dynasty, and then grabbed a lot of property and took it back.

The little dog even had an ambition, that is, to take a woman from the Ming Dynasty back. The women from the Japanese were tired of playing with them. This time he came to the Ming Dynasty and saw what a real woman is, especially her legs, which was so beautiful.

As for the women in Japan, the little dog can only say, tsk tsk tsk tsk...Is that the legs?
Chapter completed!