Xiao Qiao was a little confused, "Who welcomes us? Is there anyone else around here?"
Xia Houyan slowly came out of the carriage and said with a smile, "Xiao Qiao, you are usually lazy and don't practice swordsmanship. Of course you don't know. There seem to be quite a few people welcoming us."
Xiao Qiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said angrily, "What? Master looks down on me all the time. You didn't say before that it's enough for a girl to know how to settle accounts, and there's no point in learning martial arts."
"I'm not looking down on you, I'm just telling you a fact." Xia Houyan opened the folding fan and laughed, pacing forward slowly, "It's better to let the horses rest."
Mu Lingbo's lips curled up in a cold arc, and he said in a teasing tone, "Brothers, it's so cold out here, why not go out and stretch your muscles and warm up, what do you think?"
A cold and arrogant snort came from not far away, and a group of men in dark black coats suddenly appeared from behind the huge rocks at the foot of the mountains, all of them holding long knives and looking solemn.
The leader was tall, and he was holding a black spear that was taller than a man. The tip of the spear was pointing coldly towards the sky.
This man was about thirty years old, with dark skin that was almost chocolate color, thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking at Mu Lingbo with piercing eyes.
Mu Lingbo tilted his head slightly and thought, "I have never had any impression of such an old man. Are you a bandit, uncle?"
When Mu Xiaobao heard the word "mountain bandit", another head popped out of the carriage, "Mountain bandit? Are you the robbers who live in the mountains? Mother, is Xiaobao a valley bandit?"
"Don't just make up your own words to avoid being laughed at..." Mu Lingbo held his forehead.
Mu Xiaobao said sadly, "Isn't that right? Xiaobao should go back and reflect..."
After saying that, he retracted his head into the carriage, sobbing and crying to Zhaocai who was sleeping, saying that he was despised by his mother and could not live anymore, that this world could no longer be hopeless, etc.
Although the other party looked like a burly man, he was by no means old enough for Mu Lingbo to call him uncle.
When he heard this, his originally solemn and stern expression became even tighter, "Do you understand the principle of killing a person to pay for his life?"
Mu Lingbo leaned against the outside of the carriage leisurely. He picked up a piece of dead grass and dangled it in his hand. "I understand, it means that if I, the person in the carriage, touch a hair, I will kill you to pay for it."
By the way, in the carriage behind me, if you don't like it, just kill them. They are the right people to find if you want to rob money. If you are afraid of robbing too few people, you can ask them for a ledger first and check it out.
If I cooperate so well, let’s split it 30-70.”
Xia Houyan's expression, which was originally smiling and watching the show, immediately turned dull.
Xiao Qiao shrugged helplessly, "Master, I knew it would be like this."
The big man laughed angrily, "You know what I'm talking about, so why bother talking about him?"
Mu Lingbo yawned lazily, "Xiaobao, I don't have a good grasp of the psychology of the person who robbed the money. Does he mean to make a counter-offer?"
Mu Xiaobao came up with another idea, pursed his lips and said unhappily, "Mom, how can we only ask for 70%! It's too cheap for them. This uncle must be too moved that he doesn't believe it!"
Mu Lingbo also thought about it seriously, "That makes sense. We have put in so much effort and still give them 30%. Such a surprise that makes them faint in the toilet. They must feel that happiness comes too suddenly. Xiaobao, you are really
