"Two uncles, spare your lives!"
"If we want money, we have money. If we want to ask anything, our brothers must know everything we can talk about!"
The two little thieves knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtow to Zhou Hao and Ziye for mercy, tears streaming down their faces.
They also have some knowledge, knowing that in Kaizhou, a mixed place, people who come here are not asking for money or looking for gossip.
But as far as the gossip heard here, nine out of ten are half true!
Because if inaccurate news is not spread in Kaizhou, after all, many people live on the news of buying and selling, and of course they can’t smash their signs.
Zhou Hao didn't ask the news first, but asked: "You two still have money on you? Then bring it to Lao Tzu!"
He roared, so scared that the two goods had no hands and he had to try his best to shake all his belongings out of his pockets, and immediately sprinkled some broken silver on the ground.
Zhou Hao picked up the silver and took a bite, um, it really was gold and silver!
Then he put it in his pocket.
Seeing this scene, Ziye couldn't help wondering if her young master was a bit different...
As the Young Master of the Demon Cult, he was doing this little thief's blockade and robbery... which really didn't match his identity.
Seeing that the fierce uncle had collected the money, the two little thieves opened their eyes and laughed, and said, "Master, I have also collected the money. Can you let our brothers go?"
"Wait!" Zhou Hao cried, "I have something to ask you."
The two little thieves looked at each other with some hesitation.
Zhou Hao didn't talk too much, and asked directly: "I'll ask you, where is the Qingjiao sub-rudder here?"
"I don't know! I don't know! We don't know!" The two little thieves waved their hands again and again, as if they were afraid of something.
"I don't know?" Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes, revealing a ray of murderous intent.
The two little thieves still looked terrified, and said in surprise, "Master, we really don't know! We don't even know what Qingjiao is!"
"Ahem, huh?" Zhou Hao sneered, his smile looked very dangerous.
After laughing, the sword in his hand suddenly flashed at the two little thieves!
bass!
Zi~
The sword sound was crisp, and the blood spurting sound was even more refreshing.
The arms of the two little thieves were cut from the elbows by a sword this time!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
"Do you know now?" Zhou Hao asked.
"In Wanmeiju! In Wanmeiju!" the two little thieves hurriedly called, their voices becoming hoarse.
"Wan Meiju?" Zhou Hao muttered, just about to ask the two little thieves where Wan Meiju is.
Ziye leaned into his ear immediately and said, "Young Master, I know where Wan Meiju is."
"That's the best!" Zhou Hao nodded.
When he left, he killed the two little thieves with a single sword to avoid any worries!
Ziye felt more and more that the young master's style of doing things was more and more similar to that of the cruel old master!
The two went out of the messy residential buildings and went straight to Wanmeiju.
Wanmeiju is a more famous place for fireworks, and the powder there is the most famous!
Almost all the women in southern Xinjiang did not know Wan Meiju, they were very popular for Wan Meiju's powder.
In this world, as long as you are a man who can afford Wanmeiju powder, there will be hundreds of daughters glaring at you and enthusiastic!
This is the charm of Wanmeiju powder.
Even if it looks like a purple leaf that does not eat the fireworks in the world, it is hard to escape such a vulgar thing.