A few hiring men helped two people to clean up, and the soldiers who didn't know how to clean up the mouth. The soldiers who didn't know about the situation left the house and asked the manager to quickly clean up some tea. After the snacks, they squatted behind the yard gate to guard the door. Maoer Master held a tray in his hand, brought the tea and snacks into the main hall, and gently placed them to the hands of the young man sitting in the main hall with a big golden knife.&1t;/p>

Taking advantage of the opportunity to pour tea for the middle-aged man, Maoer looked at the dress of the middle-aged man, and then looked at the style that middle-aged man was wearing, and he became more and more confused.&1t;/p>

Just the amazing people in the city of Sijiu, the men who are not worthy of being offended, are the same as the men who are doing bad things under their hands. They just spoke like they had just taken guns and medicine, and they raised their hand and beat them. The hard fire they carried on them was not evasive, especially the smug look of the smugness. When they saw it, they had to beat them from the bottom of their hearts. Three points of fear and seven points of disgust!&1t;/p>

But the young man in front of him had thick fist calluses on his hands, and dark yellow gun calluses on his tiger's mouth and fingers. It seemed that he was a corpse who had worked hard for many years on fists and feet and hard fire.&1t;/p>

But if you carefully appreciate the cold and cold feeling that the young man carries, it is completely different from the decisive and killing spirit that the people in the ranks have. Instead, it is like the cold and cold smell that the assassins in Sijiu City rely on the dark red rewards to kill people and exchange for money for meals?&1t;/p>

After thinking about it, Maoer's mind became more and more confused. He slapped the teapot and poured tea with a teapot and immediately sprinkled a table of tea.&1t;/p>

Seeing Maoer's slap in a hurry and wiped the tea spilled on the table, the young man sneered, reached out and took out a small red cloth bag from his arms, and raised his hand to throw it on the table next to him.&1t;/p>

Just as I heard the sound of the red cloth bag hitting the table, Maoer was shocked. Although I dare not say the amount of real money and silver I have been using on weekdays, I am accustomed to it. Just now, the sound of the small red cloth bag hitting can be heard with just one ear. At least it must be two small yellow croakers!&1t;/p>

He glanced at the middle-aged man sitting on the big golden sword with a nervous look. Master Maoer carefully bowed and asked, "This master, you are..."&1t;/p>

Turning his side face, the middle-aged man thrust his mouth impatiently at the two little yellow croakers he had just thrown on the table: "This is the money I'm rewarding you with craftsmanship! Malao, hand over your honey dog!"&1t;/p>

As soon as he finished speaking, Maoer Ye suddenly blew his back and was frightened by white hair sweat!&1t;/p>

The honey dog ​​I served in my hands, not to mention the player in Sijiu City, even the manager who saw Tian'er staying in the house had never met the honey dog. All I had was a method that was not passed on to Liu Er, and the two of them were careful and cautious!&1t;/p>

But the person in front of me who couldn't understand where he came from could yell at the reason why he was serving a honey dog ​​by his side?&1t;/p>

After counting this, I am afraid that my little thoughts and thoughts have long fallen into the eyes of the master in front of me?!&1t;/p>

In secret, Master Maoer plucked his courage to bow to the middle-aged man again, and said with a careful look: "Master, have you heard from others' messages? I really trained a few things in my hand, but that's just a few steel needle rats that can barely be seen. This honey dog...Master, please give me some advice - what is a honey dog?"&1t;/p>

With a flash of lightning, the young man suddenly pulled out the southern pistol from his back, slapped it hard next to the small red cloth bag, and shouted in a cold face: "Toast and punish wine, should you know what to do?! Choose one!"&1t;/p>

Looking at the pistol and gold bars on the same piece, Master Mao'er's heart also felt cold sweat coming out, but he still kept shouting: "This master, I'm really just a few steel needle rats here and I can still see people, but I really didn't serve the honey dog ​​you mentioned! You... can't you point at the yellow croaker growing on the big tree, right?"&1t;/p>

He suddenly leaned out of the chair. Before Maoer Ye could move, the middle-aged man grabbed the front of Maoer Ye's clothes with a slap and pulled Maoer Ye in front of him without any effort.&1t;/p>

Staring at Maoer's face full of horror, the middle-aged man smiled and stretched out another slap. He took out the small porcelain bottle that Maoer was carrying close to his body from Maoer's clothes, and raised his hand and smashed it on the water-milled blue brick floor beside him.&1t;/p>

With the sound of the cracking of the small porcelain bottle, a smell of flowers immediately floated out in the main hall, which was not too big. In just a blink of an eye, a slight slight sound was already heard on the beams of the main hall.&1t;/p>

Staring at the eyes of Maoer Master, full of fear and confusion, the grim smile on the face of the young man looked like the judge under the Five Gods of Yama, he shouted to Maoer Master in a calm voice: "You should listen carefully to me! If you don't understand the family of your cat, you are too lazy to pay attention to your figure who can't even be ranked in the ninth level! You have to hand over this honey dog, and you have to hand over it if you don't hand over it! Should you use this honey dog ​​to exchange for two small yellow croakers, or use this honey dog ​​to exchange for a gun? You still have to think about it?!"&1t;/p>

Rolling his eyes, he looked at the honey dog ​​that was protruding his head on the beam, then turned his head to look at the pistol and the two little yellow croakers on the table. Master Maoer closed his eyes hard: "Master, you shot me now, and this honey dog ​​can't be in your hands! Even if you took this honey dog, you can only use this honey dog ​​as a greedy thing! Just the use and benefits of this honey dog, but counting it in the four or nine cities, I can use it to understand..."&1t;/p>

With a cold snorting, the middle-aged man slapped the palm of Maoer's clothes, but added a little more force to the palm: "With you butcher, I can only eat the pig with fur? There are so many talented people in Sijiu City, so you are not afraid of such a urge to urge you to be so unavailable!"&1t;/p>

Although he closed his eyes tightly, Master Maoer heard a hint of inaccurate thinking from the voice of the middle-aged man. He swallowed hard, Master Maoer still did not open his eyes, but said to the middle-aged man in a low voice: "Master, if you want to deal with the things and the skills of serving the other side, I really don't dare to take them in front of you. But just talk about training this honey dog. In Sijiu City, no one can use the use of this honey dog ​​except me!"&1t;/p>

Release the slap on Maoer's lapel, the middle-aged man reached out to his shoulder with a sneer, slapped his hand on Maoer's shoulder: "You are so cowardly, you dare to say that you are walking around in the Sijiu City on weekdays? This is really a group of unknown urges to lift them up! Open your eyes, first call this honey dog ​​down, and ask me to take a closer look!"&1t;/p>

Opening his eyes slightly, Maoer took two steps back carefully, but he didn't rush to greet the honey dog ​​that was poking his head on the beam of the room. Instead, he clasped his fists at the middle-aged man: "This man, you are all talking about the room today, and I can't leave it to you. I'll ask you for a word - you...what are you?"&1t;/p>

The sarcastic expression on his face became stronger. The young man reached out and grabbed the southern pistol that had just been slapped on the table, and casually pointed the gun at the honey dog ​​on the beam: "You cat is so arrogant that you really don't want to live anymore? It's at this critical moment, how dare you talk to me?"&1t;/p>

Shaking my head vigorously, Maoer made up his mind and said in a deep voice to the middle-aged man: "Master, since you have taken a fancy to the honey dog ​​I trained, then you can understand what the honey dog ​​in my hand can do! Since this honey dog ​​is gone, no one can use it, then sooner or later I will have to wrap it in the reason you are planning! According to the rules of the scene in Sijiu City, we are not a gang to do business, and I have to be a short-term worker who can contribute dividends! Master, if you want to accomplish something, you have to give the person who is under your hands to do a solid job, right? Otherwise, if you really break the big thing you plan, I can't hear a sound when I fill it in my life?"&1t;/p>

With a gentle frown, the middle-aged man seemed to be calling Maoer Master Maoer, and forgot to answer Maoer Master Maoer for a moment. The southern pistol barrel in his hand also hangs slightly, and he no longer points to the honey dog ​​running back and forth on the beam of the roof.&1t;/p>

While the iron is hot, he whipped up quickly. He took the Maoer, who had mastered his ability to observe words and expressions in the Sijiu City, and said softly: "Master, you should think that my words are a little more reasonable, so why don't you think carefully? The lives of this honey dog ​​and me are in your hands. Whether to advance or retreat, or go around, is your decision! I'm asking about your reasons that you shouldn't have, aren't you still looking forward to you?"&1t;/p>

He glared at Mr. Maoer with a flattering smile. The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but he whispered to Mr. Maoer: "Look, you are a person who understands things, and you are not afraid to tell you clearly! Do you know where it is?!"&1t;/p>

As soon as his knees became weak, Maoer knelt in front of the middle-aged man, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Bei Mansion......Crafts Office? Then you are the emperor..."&1t;/p>

Big Thumb picked up slightly, and the middle-aged man whispered in a smug face: "The First Class Guard Commander of the Imperial Front!"&1t;/p>

With a 'plop', Maoer knelt heavily in front of the middle-aged man, and his forehead was pressed against the ground and shouted: "The Caomin has no eyes to recognize Mount Tai........ The commander will atone for his sins!"&1t;/p>

Snorting coldly, the middle-aged man slowly raised his legs, then stared at the Maoer who was kneeling in front of him and snorted: "Just as you, the cat, have a little bit of eyesight, really don't know how you live in this Sijiu City?! Why, now you know where you are, you should feel at ease?"&1t;/p>

After a moment of hesitation, Maoer, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head slightly and looked carefully at the face of the young man: "This... please commander..."&1t;/p>

He reached out and took out a piece of waist card from his arms, and he knew that he had the oldest waist card. The young man unceremoniously threw the waist card in front of Maoer Master: "I also asked you, the unsavvy cat, to open your eyes!"&1t;/p>

He looked straight at the waist card that fell in front of him. Maoer immediately picked up the waist card with both hands and raised it respectfully over his head: "Master, the Lord!"&1t;/p>

"Did you look carefully?"&1t;/p>

"I can't make a mistake! I have seen the serious Shangsanqi pass through the palace waist card on the waist of the bannermen in Sijiu City, so I can't make a mistake!" (To be continued)&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!