Chapter 68 The Two Wicked People Bet Little Mo, Huang Xiucai Never Forgets to Repay His Gratitude
Chapter 68 Two villains made a bet with Xiao Mo, but Huang Xiucai never forgot to repay his kindness
Author: Decadent Dragon
Chapter 68 Two villains made a bet with Xiao Mo, but Huang Xiucai never forgot to repay his kindness
The world is initially settled, but the country is unstable.
Fireworks rise to the sky, and soldiers appear frequently.
This is the situation that can often be seen in the old city of Chang'an and the new capital of Daxing today.
People living here have long been used to it.
As a temporary worker in the military service, Mo Shili blended in even more.
Flares are really convenient.
only……
Is the location of this flare a little too close?
Wu Laoqi, the eldest father, is quite competent. With the sacrifice of the former secretly guarding soldier, more appropriate security measures were rearranged around him.
Under normal circumstances, there is no danger in Daxing City.
unless!
The ones who sent out the signal flares were the secret soldiers!
Coupled with the rumors of 'walking dragons' this morning!
"This is a plan that failed and another plan was born!"
"Afraid I won't die!"
A coldness appeared in Mo Shili's eyes.
The scene in front of him was completely a conspiracy against him, because the soldiers had regulations. Fireworks rose into the sky, and the soldiers who saw them must arrive within the shortest possible time, otherwise they would be executed according to the law!
Mo Shili is sure that if he shrinks back now and doesn't come out, he will wait to be captured and sent to prison.
What if you go out?
That's naturally a killing game!
But, this is also an opportunity!
When the fireworks rise into the sky, nearby soldiers will arrive as soon as possible. In other words, if he survives the first wave, the opponent will be in a deadlock.
Therefore, for the sake of safety, the other party will definitely send real experts.
And such a master naturally knows more!
Or rather...
If such a master dies, the other party will definitely feel distressed!
Mo Shili's cold eyes were filled with fierceness.
After checking his whole body equipment, especially the lime and [Xiaoyao Gourd], he put on his mask and went straight to the place where the fireworks were taking off.
…
Folk house, square table.
A table of steaming dishes was placed on the table.
Stir-fried, fried, and soup.
Two people at the table.
One person, who has been wearing a white scholar's uniform all his life, did not wear a headscarf, his hair was disheveled, and his hair covered most of his face. His eyes were narrow and sharp, and there was an evil aura in every move he made.
This man has thick eyebrows, a big mouth, a broad forehead, a broad chest and a straight waist. Even sitting there, he exudes a frightening aura, as if he has encountered a predator.
At this moment, the big man sitting there was eating meat and drinking soup.
But the scholar sitting across from him didn't know how to use chopsticks at all. Instead, he frowned and his face was tense, so that his evil temperament became awkward.
He considers himself not a good person.
But compared with the cook opposite, he thought he was a saint.
Don't say that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, but the thing hurts its own kind.
There is a saying that tiger poison cannot eat its seeds.
But what about the cook in front of me?
XXX after fucking my wife and son!
And, he even ate it!
What made him most uncomfortable was that the cook seemed to regard him as a friend and even invited him to join him.
Of course, he refused.
But out of curiosity, I took a look.
Then, I stopped eating meat for three months.
Just like at this moment, he doesn't want to eat meat anymore in the short term.
"Next time, calculate your time and ask me out after you finish eating."
"Have fun and be happy," Bai Buwen sighed.
"Is it wrong for me to treat you to dinner?"
"Human cook" Shi soon asked back.
"Yes, but I don't like to eat."
Bai Buwen reiterated the statement.
"Oh, I heard that you recently fell into the hands of a new soldier and became disgraced?"
Shi soon started laughing.
Bai Buwen's face darkened.
"That kid I'll make him pay sooner or later!"
The cold voice came out of Bai Buwen's mouth, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and it made people's scalp numb when listening to it.
"no."
Shi soon shook his head.
"Um?"
Bai Buwen looked at Shi Jiujiu in surprise.
"I like him!"
"He and I are the same kind of people!"
"Sooner or later he will join our camp!"
Shi soon said seriously.
"He eats it too?"
Bai Buwen was a little surprised.
That young warrior looked quite young that night. Apart from being cunning, he had absolutely no redeeming qualities. Unexpectedly, he was also a cannibal.
"Don't eat!"
"He didn't eat!"
"So, I'm optimistic about him!"
The cook picked up the soup with a smile and sipped it one bite at a time. Bai Buwen couldn't stand it anymore and turned around and looked outside the window. A man in black clothes with a cloak was taking his hand from the neck of a soldier.
Move away.
The soldier's neck was broken and he lost his voice.
The cloaked man in black was taking out the flare from the opponent's arms.
"So, this is why you invited me here?"
"You want to observe that kid?"
Bai Buwen asked.
"Um."
The chef nodded.
"I don't think he dares to come. This kind of trap is too obvious and too public. Even fools know there is something wrong! A gentleman will not stand behind a dangerous wall. With that guy's intelligence, he will definitely not come!"
Bai Buwen shook his head.
"Make a bet?"
"I bet he'll come."
The human cook put down the soup bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up a piece of food that looked like sauced meat.
"What to bet on?"
Bai Buwen said directly.
"You lose, drink this bowl of soup."
"I lost and became a vegetarian for a month."
The cook laughed.
Looking at the soup in front of him, Bai Buwen hesitated.
It's not that he doesn't want to gamble, but he can't afford the consequences if he loses.
So, he shook his head.
"Change it!"
"Can."
The chef immediately agreed, and then said——
"If you lose, tell me 'that' you know."
"If I lose, I'll tell you 'the one' I know."
Hearing this, Bai Buwen was not angry at all.
Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
"I knew that you definitely didn't date me just because of that boy!"
"Okay, I'll bet with you!"
"However, I want to raise my bet!"
Bai Buwen's smile became even brighter, and the evil in his eyes began to flicker.
"Um?"
The cook looked surprised.
As far as he knew, there shouldn't be anything equivalent to "that" in Bai Buwen's body.
"I know two pieces of information about 'that', and I will use this as a bet. If you win, I will tell you. If you lose... I will give up spicy meat from now on, and I will have to be a vegetarian for the rest of my life!"
Bai Buwen started dancing with joy as he spoke.
That look, no matter how you look at it, looks like a mental illness.
Especially after seeing the hesitation on the cook's face, Bai Buwen was even more happy.
"Don't you have confidence in him?"
"Why don't you dare now?"
Bai Buwen spoke freely and rarely took the initiative. He had to say a few more words, otherwise how could he be happy?
After the chef hesitated for a moment, he suddenly smiled.
"It's a bet!"
As soon as the two words were spoken, a firework rose outside the window.
Under the scarlet red, their faces became dark and unpredictable at this moment.
Somewhat true.
Somewhat fake.
It's hard to distinguish between true and false.
But at the moment when the scarlet light came on, some people let out an extremely real sigh.
Huang Qi, Huang Xiucai.
To be precise, he was a failed scholar who made a living by telling stories.
Storytellers are common, but scholarly storytellers are less common.
Huang Qi also had no choice.
After many failed attempts, he had already emptied his family. In order to survive, he first copied documents for people, but was expelled by his employer because of his ugly handwriting. Then he painted for people. The paintings were too ugly and was expelled by his employer.
Yuan taught piano, but his playing was terrible, and he was expelled by his employer. Then he taught people how to play chess, but he was a bad chess player, and was expelled by his employer.
Playing chess, calligraphy and painting will not work.
In desperation, he had no choice but to tell stories.
But on the second day of storytelling, I was forced to say "walking dragon".
He doesn't want to!
But when faced with the knife, he compromised!
"I don't know what that person is like?"
"I'm extremely sorry, Xiaosheng didn't want to do it either."
"There's nothing I can do!"
Huang Qi sighed, his eyes filled with guilt.
He just wants to live and wants others to live.
so--
When copying the book, facing the old boy who was about to be fired because of his arrival, he wrote with his left hand.
When he was painting, facing the concubine who was about to be sent to the draft, he deliberately painted ugly and splashed ink randomly.
When he was playing the piano, he faced a couple who knew each other through the piano and fell in love with each other. He couldn't bear to break them up and played randomly.
When playing chess, he gave in again and again when faced with a stinky chess player who had lost all his life.
Thinking in his heart, Huang Qi felt his eyes light up.
Looking up subconsciously, he saw the fireworks.
When he lowered his head, a man in a cloak appeared in his field of vision, and there was another person lying at his feet.
Without thinking, Huang Qi turned around and ran away.
Not because he confirmed that the man lying down was killed.
But he recognized the cloak.
Last night, his persecutor also wore a similar cloak.
But how fast can a show like Huang Qi run?
As soon as he turned around and took a step forward, the man in a cloak appeared in front of him and raised his hand to grab him.
"It's over!"
"My life is at an end!"
"Sure enough, you can't do bad things, this is retribution!"
As soon as Huang Qi closed his eyes, he was waiting to die.
But the next moment, I felt someone grabbing me by the collar on the back of my neck.
Then, a force carried him backwards, and he fell to the ground.
The pain made Huang Qi open his eyes, and then he saw a straight back.
"I am grateful to my benefactor for saving me. I don't know his name and can I be honest with my face. I have nothing to repay, so I will definitely remember it in my heart. I will recite sutras day and night to pray for my benefactor..."
"Go quickly!"
Mo Shili urged.
Isn't it obvious what he is wearing?
If he could show his face and say his name, he would have said it long ago. Is this necessary?
Or is it because his face is too big and the scarf is too small, causing the other person to mistakenly think that the scarf is a different kind of decoration?
What a nerd!
Mo Shili cursed in his heart, and his eyes no longer paid attention to Huang Qi, but looked at the man wearing a cloak opposite.
"Jiejie, he's really here!"
"Very good!"
"Give it to me... oh my god!"
The man in the cloak laughed strangely and was about to take down Mo Shili, but the next moment, the other person called him "Mother" and retreated as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.
because--
A vermilion gourd appeared in Mo Shili's hand.
PS Fei Long is looking for a follow-up reading ~ I’m recommending books by the way ~
