Untie the narrow sword around his waist and put it on the table. Clossi knocked on the table, his voice refreshing and loud: "Come on a cup of hot chocolate."

The tavern was quiet for a moment, and then a burst of laughter came. They had already confirmed that this young white-faced face was a rich young master who was unknown to the depth of the rich family, commonly known as the "fat sheep". The only trouble was that the few followers he brought seemed not easy to mess with.

The receptionist who walked over to the restaurant had a strange smile on his lips and shook his head to indicate that there was nothing he ordered. Close complained dissatisfiedly: "This restaurant is so bad, there is not even hot chocolate!" After that, regardless of the receptionist's blushing face, he knocked on the table again: "Then change the milk, cut another two kilograms of beef, and give him a dessert." He raised his chin and signaled that Maiya would take his own care.

The room full of mercenaries jokingly and mockingly looked at the hospitality, and the hospitality looked very bad and its voice was a little stiff. "This is a tavern, there is no hot chocolate or hot milk."

"It's so bad! You dare to open a store even if you have nothing." Clossi's expression was justified, and the person who hated wanted to slap him.

The entertainer promised the God of Lapole that if there was no stunning swordsman next to him, he would strangle the savage little bastard without hesitation!

He threw some tips into the tray, and the face of the entertainer who had been glaring at first was immediately filled with a flattering smile. Maiya came out to smooth things out at the right time to "get a glass of beer." Then he turned his head and asked his little ancestor who was looking around. "Do you want it?"

"No, because Jay Chou told me that beer hurts his body." Clossi, who was looking for trouble, glanced at him and looked at the tavern with interest.

Of course, Mai Ya didn't know who Jay Chou was, and he didn't care much. He got along with Clossi for about a year ago and was used to strange words from time to time in his mouth, all of which were the root of his illness before. People with brain diseases could not provoke him.

His eyes slowly turned around in the tavern, and his eyes finally froze on the men sitting at the best position in the tavern. Clossi sniffed as if he was uncertain, and his slender eyebrows couldn't help but raise them up. Hum? Why does it have a strange smell that makes people uncomfortable? It's like...

When Clossi and his group came in, they attracted everyone's attention. The men who were positioned as a land tiger were no exception. However, the deterrent force of Maiya's fierce temperament and body shape were placed there, and these people did not take the initiative to cause trouble. Even if Clossi sat on the table next to them, his face was slightly stinky, and then he turned his head and continued to drink.

Until someone noticed and reminded others that the little nobleman frowned and stared at them for a long time without saying a word. Several strong men with big arms and round waists slowly turned around, their eyes were fierce and their expressions were unhappy. It was really bad to watch people blankly. Several big men who were not like good people were made very angry. They were also people who were used to being rampant in the nearby areas. Not wanting to cause trouble does not mean that others can disrespect them!

Maia was about to remind Clossi that it was easy to cause trouble when he saw others like this, several of the strongest men among the big men made moves first.

With a 'bang', the wine glass slammed on the table, and the noisy tavern immediately weakened, and the winery's eyes focused on this side. Those who like to watch the fun were probably the human nature, and people in other worlds did not have two heads longer than us.

"It's because of this that I hate little kids." The man who stood up shakingly, shook his head and rubbed his temples, looked very distressed, and then shook three times to the table where Clossi was. His expression gradually became fierce, and his volume gradually increased: "One of us who don't know the world is high and like to cause trouble everywhere, which makes us adults always stand up to teach you. It's really annoying!" After that, he pulled out the dagger from his waist, and with a "bang" sound, he rushed into the table unfriendly.

The two attendants who followed the tavern seemed a little nervous, and their hands were involuntarily pressed on the hilt of the sword, while Maiya leaned lazily in the chair with her feet raised, throwing peanuts into her mouth, one on the left and the other on the right.

He sniffed and sneered as if he was sure of something. Clossi raised his chin slightly, his blue eyes were filled with disdain, mocking, contempt, contempt, and various eyes that hit the opponents.

The arrogant look of Closi was so hot that the scar man looked gloomy, and his voice became more and more fierce: "Let me listen to it. There are very serious rules in the world of adults. Many things cannot be ended by being beaten!"

The other party seemed not to give the boss much face. Several of the big man's companions staggered around, fiddling with weapons such as daggers and daggers in their hands, and their fierce eyes were maliciously scanning Clossi and his group, as if they were considering where to start.

The big man who was very afraid of being afraid to sit there and didn't dare to move. They easily surrounded and occupied the favorable terrain. The big men became arrogant. They looked around Clossi and the others whispered together, and were already discussing how to divide the spoils. As for Maiya, they had already marked them to the ranks of embroidered pillows that were not worthy of.

"That little devil is so pitiful that he actually messed with those bandits."

"There is nothing to do. The bandits in Yigedun dare not even provoke the troops of several nearby lords."

"Don't say it, be careful to get into trouble..."

Some locals lowered their heads and whispered, and the mercenaries from the caravan were pressing on their weapons. Although they didn't want to provoke these tigers and had no good feelings for the little noble who caused trouble, the boy was a guest of the employer no matter what, and he was just a beaten and suffered a small loss. If he saw something happen to the other party, they wouldn't be able to explain. It's hard to make any money these days~~~!

Everyone was surrounded, and there were fewer concerns. Besides, with the one who supported him, no one nearby dared to care about their affairs. There was the opportunity to make money and enjoy themselves in front of him, so the big men who were not good at all would naturally not let him go.

"There is nothing to do. Although it is very annoying, it is our adult responsibility to discipline children after all." The scarred man looked at Clossi's valuable clothes and lips. The centipede-like scars were red, and his face was filled with unconcealed greed: "So how should we calculate the account that makes us angry? Judging from the appearance, it should be a young master from a noble family. You should be able to exchange a lot of ransom from your family with this body." After that, he stared at Clossi's delicate face and laughed lewdly: "A handsome face looks like a rare top-quality one. I can't help but feel moved when I see it. Selling it to a noble lady or a master with special hobbies should also be very popular, ah hahahaha..."

The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became, and several companions laughed unscrupulously. Later, the people in the tavern looked a little unnatural. Mai Ya, who knew his little ancestor's character of kicking three feet when he saw the tree, sighed inwardly, knowing that this matter could not be done well.

Sure enough, before the big man finished speaking, Closi turned his head, held Zhang Junfei's pretty little face and asked loudly: "Can I knock him away?"

Seeing that the other party was still so hard when he died, the angry man's eyes bulged and he shouted and grabbed the dagger.

"Little Bunny...ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" The loud shout turned into a shrill scream in the second half. The dagger on the table became a magical handle and penetrated into thick and thick palms. The big man stretched out his hand and nailed it to the table. Clossi's thin and tender little hand was already on the handle of the dagger at some point.

Angry shout, the collision of tables and chairs, the chaotic footsteps, the screams of women, and the next moment, the previous ten times louder came from the tavern.

"You little gangster..." A big man behind Clossi held a short sword and slashed, and his movements stopped halfway. A huge fist as big as a bucket fell into his face, and his broken teeth and blood splattered out, and his body flew backwards as if it was hit by a sledgehammer.

Maiya frowned and shook his wrists, with a helpless expression. Although it is good to beat meat sandbags, it is also physically healthy. After a few days of travel, he made a special trip to relax and drink at night! He turned around and kicked a man who was touched from behind, and then slapped the other person four or five meters away. He knocked down a large area of ​​tables and chairs. When he wanted to do it again, he had already turned into a vacuum area.

In the blink of an eye, the three people were pulled out. The bandits knew that Maiya was not easy to mess with. The four bandits who besieged two servants also fell down. Which one would come up and find it uninteresting. The few who were still standing retreated to safety and broke off contact with Clossi and his group. They were neither running nor in a dilemma.

"You...you will...pay the price for what you have done!" His hand was nailed to the table, and big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. The scarred man's facial muscles were trembling with pain, but he was not showing weakness at all. Poor he didn't know that a little lord who had a bad personality liked to let someone with backbone resist him the most.

The empty little hand flipped through the bag. When he pulled it out, there was an exquisite crossbow. It was a gift Al brought to him when he came back from the crossbow town last time.

Closi raised his crossbow and pointed it at the scar man. His delicate face as big as a doll was smiling brightly: "Silly x, this is a line that can only be escaped. I dared to answer without my consent, and points will be deducted!"

Scarface was about to say something soft to beg for mercy, but the crossbow string had already vibrated first. An arrow was inserted into the flesh with a "puff" and shot horizontally from the nose into the bloody arrow from the other side. A shrill scream sounded at the same time. "Wait... wait, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The effect of shooting live creatures is good, and it will be even more fucked if you can shoot continuously. Clossie nodded, took back the crossbow with leisurely hands, reached out to pull the crossbow arrow on the man's nose, and asked with a smile: "Is there anyone among your companions who likes to collect internal organs?"

"Woo?!" The man with most faces already made the bloody red man open his eyes wide in surprise, and he didn't even feel pain.

The tavern was completely quiet, with only painful moans and saliva sounds. No one expected that the little nobleman who seemed to be the most harmless was so cruel. Even the knowledgeable Mai Ya couldn't help but rub his nose, thinking that it must have hurt a lot.

"What an impolite bandit, people are asking you~~~." Scarface's hesitation made Closi very unhappy. The protagonist will naturally be unlucky if he is unhappy. He pulled his hand down with the crossbow. Scarface made a scream that makes people's back numb, and his whole body bent down. With a "bang" sound, his upper body crawled heavily on the table.

The hand holding the arrow's tail continued to force. With the tragic scream, the crossbow arrow was nailed to the wooden table like the dagger before. Clossi straightened up and clapped his hands with satisfaction. "I'm so backbone. When I reached this point, I didn't answer other people's questions. What should I do before I could say it? You are talking! Backbone~~~Bandit~~Sir!"

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There are so few recommendation tickets... Not powerful or not powerful or not
Chapter completed!