Chapter 98： Village Fighter (11)

"What? The captured Tang Yan and the two brothers are not true, is the Qitian Dasheng hair turned into?"

Everyone licked their ears, and they couldn't believe it with their faces.

"The master brother led the demon into the scorpion, and eventually won the bones in one fell swoop. Tang Yi and the two brothers were previously locked in a village house by the master. After the master solved the leprechaun, Tang Yan and the two brothers were released."

Everyone who listens to books: ...! ! !

Flocks who are familiar with the story: ...? ? ?

The fat man took the lead and swelled his palms, took the tea at hand, and drank the tea in the bowl, and he was still on the ground. He said: "Happy! I like to hear such a story. The great heaven is great, dry. Simply solve the fairy, if Tang Yan and the two brothers go out, it will be a bad thing!"

The gangs looked at it and looked at it. There was a round of applause in the stadium. They were squatting on the curling scorpion sitting in the middle of the wheelchair. The eyes were wide open. Can this be? ? ?

When the teahouses were gone, the dumplings were surrounded by several copper pots filled with silver and copper.

The amount of silver in the head of the copper basin is different. Some of them have a lot of loose silver and copper plates. They look very cold, and some of them are the most loaded in the basin of Shengduo. The silver copper plates pile up almost overflowing. The dwarf corps even found a hundred and twenty silver tickets from inside.

“Is the most earned in the game today?”

The group returned to look at the curling troupe sitting on the side of the scene. The tiger scorpion licked his fingers and said that it was full of incredible openings: "Sheng Duo falsified the plot, actually got the most rewards? All of us added It’s just like him!”

Under the sight of all the scorpions, the curling scorpion slowly swallowed its head, and the line of sight fell on the silver-plated copper plate, and raised the green scorpion slightly, saying: "Can you keep ten or two silver for your own use?"

The gangs smashed, then nodded, can, how can't they? Sheng Duo earned so much money, he is the gold master, he has the final say!

Besides, under the green eyes, the gangs only have the function of nodding, can they disagree? Sheng Duo can be fierce, and will bite people!

The gangs are consciously smart people, of course, they can't be hard-hitting with people with high military values!

But... "Speaking back, Sheng Duo, why did you change the plot into a master, shut down Tang Yin and the two brothers, and then ask what to come?"

"Please, no, please invite the demon!"

"Yes, why is this? In the story told by us, isn’t Tang and the two brothers first arrested, and then the masters are going to save?"

The gangs nodded fiercely, full of curiosity and watching Shengduo.

Sheng Duo silent for a moment, "Not closed, is protection."

"The weak are obedient to the strong, and when the strong solve the trouble, they can appear..."

"and so?"

The curling squad nodded slightly. "Tang Yu and the two brothers are weak." He wrinkled his eyebrows and disagreed: "The weak should not be irritated, and it is right to save strength."

"Send more than you, let's just say, do you disregard Tang Yan and the two brothers, so you will change the story into a master to solve the fairy before releasing them?"

The curling scorpion is undecided, and the silver of the size of the two dozens is squeezed into the arms, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the green enamel is bright.

Suddenly there was a group that initiated a torture of the soul. He faintly said: "Shengduo, if you change Tang Yin into a gentleman, you are a master, what should I do?"

The curling scorpion suddenly slammed, and the corner of the swelled mouth had not been put down. It was already stiff on the small face. His little fist was slightly clenched. The green scorpion looked at the squad that asked the question. The scorpion was scared and hid behind Nie Hu. .

Other gangs seem to be interested in this topic, and they have started to associate themselves into the role of master, and then replaced them with their husbands. They are very excited when they think about the squad.

Yu Zhan’s group refused to take care of the pain in the small **** of the previous two days. He patted the little hand: “I have to stay away from the gentleman, so there will be no monsters to take away Mr.!”

"Oh... then, I have to get rid of the two brothers, and then deceive the three divisions, so that Mr. is me alone!"

The public snorted and wanted to see who was so shameless. When I turned back, I saw that Jingjing was behind Nie Hu’s fat body. The small hand held the face, and the eyes looked at the person from the gap. The exposed skin was red and red.

Small group members: ...

Too shameless, still thinking about Mr. Monopoly! Nie Hu turned his head and rebelled. He asked in reality: "You have driven the two brothers and the three divisions away. Who will pick up the work? You have to protect Mr., are you busy alone?"

Yan Jingxi:...

The group’s discussion was very lively, but I didn’t know that the curled gangs that were asked at the beginning pushed the small wheelchair and slowly fell behind the corps. The mouth opened and the voice was so light that it was inaudible.

He said: "Mr. will not meet monsters."

"Because before that, the monster has been secretly killed by me..."

A breeze blew in, and the curls on the top of the squad swayed slightly. He satisfactorily slid the corners of his lips. When the other scorpions looked over, he pouted and pressed his lips.

The gangs finally found the fat shopkeeper to help count the number. "The total is three hundred and eighty-two and three or three, plus four hundred and sixty-three copper plates."

Where do the small corps grown in this group of food and clothing have a real money concept?

They don't understand how much more than three hundred and two silvers can do? Looking at such a large pile of silver, I feel very much, and I am very satisfied.

The group cheered. "I didn't expect to say that books are so good to make money. Let's come back next time!"

The fat shopkeeper nodded with a beard and smiled. He did not expect that the group of three or five-year-old little masters had a slap in the face. I really didn't expect to earn money.

In the original teahouse, it was an old gentleman who said that it was a **** to earn dozens to two hundred dollars a day. These gangs took turns to say the last paragraph, and earned four hundred and two silver in one afternoon, connected to his teahouse. The tea dessert business has also quadrupled, and there is no time in one afternoon!

He watched this group of golden squad sitting in the carriage and went far away. When he was thinking about going back to talk with the Eastern Lady’s county, Wang Hao, how can these corps read a few more books?

What kind of travel is this book called? It’s not like it’s coming out of the palace. It sounds fascinating, and even he’s fascinated.

If you can go back to the book with the little master to say the last paragraph in the teahouse every day, then you can't compare the business of the capital of the capital city?

The gangs returned to the house to show off their own earned money with their sisters and sisters. They were proud and excited.

The elders ask true and false? “I’m thinking about making money when I’m just a little bit bigger? I’m scared of money. Is it regrettable to donate all the money?”

The squad shook his head. "I don't regret it! The emperor's martyrdom has heard that it is worth the money. If you don't lose money, let's say that we donate money and we donate money, just like Mr.!"

A sir, a sir, the elders are all used to it, and asked if they really earn money today? How much money did you earn?

Speaking of this, the corps can be proud of it. Compared with the fingers, four fingers are extended and said, "This is a few!"

"Four copper plates?"

"Hey! It's not!" The squad was angered by a small squad, and immediately retorted to show off: "Achieve a whole four hundred and two silver 哩!"

The elders of the group were a little surprised. "Is there so much?"

"You will catch up with your one-year slap in the afternoon."

It’s even more pleasing to say that the dumplings are so good.

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"When you earned money, you thought about giving it to Mr.? Didn't you think about bringing something to your mother??"

The prince is not convinced that this is where the unconscionable small squad is coming from? The male student’s extrovert is really not fake. Only when he is a little bit older, he knows that he is looking at the good-looking gentleman.

The tiger troupe paused, and from the arms, he took out two faces, but unfortunately it had already been opened for a long time, and it was smeared with sorrow.

Here, the tiger troupe still squinted a few times, and he was reluctant to say: "Hey, give it to you."

The prince and the prince Wang Yi looked at each other. He grew up with the big eyes of the same group as the tiger troupe. "On these two faces? Nothing else?"

The tiger scorpion sucked his mouth and licked his mouth and said, "Would you like to squat? Mr. is not a face!"

The little expression that you earned was so angry that the prince took the shoe sole and wanted to play the ball.

This is a broken scorpion, definitely not a biological one! ! The big probability is that Wang Hao was in the garbage heap to deal with him!

"The father does not want to eat for me!" The tiger group muttered: "How many pennies!"

"..."

"Don't run, let the old man stand!"

禹Prince 妃:...

The tense atmosphere of the capital made a group of squads get rid of the chickens and dogs.

It was rumored that the group of Jingui children in the palace donated all the money, lacking silver flowers, and set up a team to go to Fumanchun teahouse to make a book and earn money.

Such a small group knows how to make money, or it is really sensible to eat and drink from the family of the royal family who are rich and expensive. When the old people heard it, they immediately raised their thumbs and said that this is a good boy. They are also awkward and sensible and know how to make money. They are more sensible than the children from the poor!

The Fumanchun Teahouse was crowded with people in the past few days. Many people went to ask the group of people when they were still talking about it. They want to come to support and support, even if there is no money, you have to give a text and two articles!

On that day, I heard that the group’s storytelling was very disdainful. “You still want to have a penny for money? I’m afraid I won’t be able to grab the seat!”

"To tell you the truth, people and children don't rely on anything else, just rely on that mouth to say, just listen very well, and the story that is said is better than Mr. Story."

"I am still anxious to listen to the following story. I think about it every day. I will do something underneath the Qitian Dasheng. Will the two brothers not be troubled, will Tang Yan be eaten by the monster?... I want to know!"

I haven’t heard of it and I want to give it to the support of the group. I’ve heard it one by one. Haven’t you heard it? What is it?

I haven't wanted to hear it yet. So, the person came to the interest, what book did the talk group say?

"I just want to know that the children taught by the Empress Dowager are so powerful? Is the book really so beautiful?"

The returning words are also time-loving. When someone sees them, he clears his throat and begins to tell the stories heard from the group. Gradually, there are more and more people who listen to the stories and join in the fun...

However, in a few days, the folks began to inexplicably popularize the words of Qitian Dasheng, Tang Yan, and the two brothers. The stories heard from the group members were relayed to the narratives and turned into several versions of the travel notes.

These gangs still don't know. They went to the bank before they went back, bought gifts, and prepared to find a better day for Mr.

But this time the corps did not go so smoothly. Mr. did not go to the school for two or three consecutive days. The bad emperor seemed to have expected that they would slip past and arrange the guard patrol handles early, so that they would not have any chance.

The gangs lingered on the sand in the courtyard of the school. There were fun slides on the sand. There were no squads to play games for a few days. Every day, listening to the two gentlemen, the corps were depressed. .

They lined up on the sand, legs and legs, and supported the fat chin. "Uncle Empress... It’s really a bad guy!"

"I already knew that he was broken, bad and fierce!"

"So, how do you see Mr.?"

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