"Don't be afraid, this street is a market, and it's not going to be robbed in the Ming Dynasty." Wu Jie whispered to comfort Mochi, but he knew in his heart that the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were not the revolutionary army of later generations, and the military discipline was very corrupt.

This third brother in Lian owes money from the Jinyiwei and is desperate and will inevitably not go on the evil path.

This is the Ming Dynasty. Even in modern society, there are different types of social groups with consciences that are rampant in the streets?

But this is necessary. Wu Jie looked around and saw that there was a dangerous wall next to him. He quietly pulled a brick and hid it in his sleeve: No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he is afraid of flying knives; let you hang it, and you can lift it down with one brick.

However, even if you stand there and ask you to smash it, it will probably not have any effect. This brick can only be used as a comfort to boost courage.

Wu Jie knew that he could not panic, moth was just a little girl. There is a saying that when you meet a criminal, you have to pretend to be unafraid. The more you are afraid, the more likely you are to see ghosts. If you act without fear, the criminal may consider the cost of crime.

So, Wu Jieshi turned around from time to time and looked at the third son with contempt.

I guess even the third brother was a little afraid of Wu Jie. When he touched his gaze, he would subconsciously lower his head.

The so-called guilty attitude is probably like this.

This made Wu Jie feel relieved. He was not far from the inn and was safe when he got there.

Lian Lao San was beaten by Kuang Gui and others before, his body was covered in dust and his left face was bruised. The man, who was as tall as an iron tower, was hunched over and followed behind him, spitting out bloody saliva from time to time, looking embarrassed and pitiful.

I don’t know how long I walked, but because of my nervousness, Wu Jie felt that the road was particularly long. After a long time, I walked to the inn I had stayed in before. It happened that the inn waiter was standing at the gate.

Seeing Wu Jie coming, the waiter greeted him enthusiastically and bowed repeatedly: "It turns out to be a talented man in Wu. Young Master, aren't you at Mr. Yuli's place? Why do you have time to come today?"

Recently, Wu Jie is a famous person in Chengdu. It can be said that everyone sang Wu lyrics in the wells. The appearance of Wu Jie caused several guests in the inn to come forward and bow, and they all said: I have long admired the name of Master Wu, and I am very lucky to see him today.

The moth next to him was full of pride.

Wu Jie smiled faintly, replied with a gift, and then said to the waiter: "I lived in Mr. Yuli for some time, but I missed the food here and moved it back. The waiter, there is a clean room and I will clean up the room."

The waiter smiled so hard that his eyebrows were bent: "Some, some, just the one you lived in before, and it's still empty now. The younger one will go and get it done."

He was still a little strange and asked with a smile: "Young Master, Mr. Yuli's place is elegant and luxurious, and it's good. Why are you back? Moreover, you scholars and men all like to be quiet, but you want to come back to squeeze into the inn. The young man really doesn't understand."

Wu Jie: "Pure and purity have a pure charm, and lively have a lively taste. You must know that uneven situations are the origin of life." Since he became a lifeless white-collar worker in modern society, perhaps because of the hormones of youth, he had endless energy and suddenly was very curious about everything he used. The meaning of human beings is torturing, endless paths, and endless worldly situations, which is a fulfilling life.

"Yes, it's a big prairie. I didn't expect that even the young master knew that the bird wouldn't poop." The waiter said: "From Chengdu to Songpan, it's been a thousand miles long, but it's hard to walk. It took more than a month for the bird to go back and forth, and it's probably exhausted. After returning, his daughter fell ill again and owed us a lot of money. I was also soft-hearted. Seeing that he was pitiful, he lent him the Tonggong of the Liangong of the store to perform on the street, but he didn't want to lose it. I'm dead this time."

The waiter looked angry.

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