Along with the hands of the "tertiary industry" fell down, there was also a thin blade dedicated to the "tertiary industry".
Master Rakshasa is very familiar with this thin blade. It is made of black steel. It is extremely flexible and extremely sharp. It is specially taught by Master Rakshasa to his third disciple "Three Industries" for use. Rakshasa
The master specializes in teaching "tertiary industry", which is the method of using a thin blade to kill people without leaving a trace. "Third industry" has been successful countless times, and no less than a hundred people have died at the hands of "tertiary industry". This thin blade has also been used by
The "three industries" are regarded as one's lifeblood and have never left the hands of the "three industries".
However, today this "thin blade" fell together with the severed hand of the "tertiary industry", making a slight "clang" sound on the stone slab of the yard. The severed hand and the thin blade were separated. This
Even Master Rakshasa, who had seen countless storms and licked blood from the blade of a knife countless times, was also extremely shocked and sentimental.
The first thought that came to Master Rakshasa's mind was whether the severed hand of the "tertiary industry" could still be reattached? Master Rakshasa endured the grief and picked up the hand, only to see that the wound on the severed hand seemed to be to prevent decay.
, has been pickled. In this way, the necrosis of the meridians will never be continued! Master Rakshasa frowned and placed the severed hand of the "third generation" beside him.
He went to check "Second Special" and "Datu" again, and saw that one of the legs of "Second Special" was as useless as the hand of "Third Industry"! The strongest thing about "Second Special" was his leg. He could
The "big soil" and "tertiary industry" carried on the left and right disappeared without a trace in an instant. However, the legs of the "two special" are now useless. Read a book
Finally, there is "Datu". He has neither arms nor legs, but the lifeblood used to give birth to children. "Datu" looks gentle and gentle, but what he likes most in his life is beautiful women.
, whether they are from the territory or the Han nationality, whether they are older or younger, as long as he likes it, he will try his best to get it. In addition, he is the first disciple of the Rakshasa master, and he has "two special" and
How could a woman from an ordinary family not be able to get help from the "tertiary industry"? Therefore, he had tasted hundreds of women! However, today, his lifeblood was treated by the same hands as the "tertiary industry"
Dealt with it!
It's all over! Master Rakshasa, the three most proud disciples, are all over! They are useless in this life.
Master Rakshasa no longer paid attention to the three of them. He stood in the yard, took out his mobile phone, made a call, and said: "Drive a van in and transport the three things in my house. Where to go? My hometown.
The hospital in Yi Di, here, their situation is too easy to attract attention." The other party agreed.
After Master Rakshasa finished speaking, he walked out of the yard, locked the door, and then walked towards the headquarters of the Sima family territory. If something like this happened, he must immediately discuss a response plan with his behind-the-scenes financial backer, Sima Zhongtian.
Sima Zhongtian also received the Rakshasa Master in a room with a territorial feel. At a table covered with hollow patterned cushions, the tall and thin Sima Zhongtian received the burly and agile Rakshasa Master.
On the table was a solid wood shallow tray with a black Fu Brick inside, and a special tea cone beside it. Master Rakshasa, when he saw the brick tea, his throat moved involuntarily, and he exclaimed: "Look at this Fu Brick
The 'Golden Flower', this Fu Brick is the best!"
Border people like to drink brick tea, and this Fuzhuan is their favorite. When drinking Fuzhuan, the "golden flowers" in it are often regarded as an important criterion for quality, just like people who drink white tea value the pekoe on the leaves.
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Sima Zhongtian laughed and said: "Master Rakshasa is an expert among tea ceremony masters. If I don't come up with something hard, I would be neglecting Master Rakshasa." Master Rakshasa clasped his hands and said, "It's hard for Sima.
The master of the house treats you so kindly." Sima Zhongtian said: "Without any polite words, let's drink tea." The Fu bricks on the table are for Master Rakshasa to appreciate. The tea to be drunk has actually been boiled by the servants. At this time, a servant
A tall and voluptuous girl from the country poured it for the two of them. Master Rakshasa couldn't help but glance at the girl's exposed waist and the curvature of her chest wrapped in brocade silk.
After the girl poured the tea, she smiled seductively and left. Sima Zhongtian smiled again and said, "Master Rakshasa lives alone, so he is inevitably lonely. If you need anything, just ask." Master Rakshasa hurriedly said, "No, no.
.I am satisfied if I can come to Master Sima's house and have a sip of Fu Brick." Sima Zhongtian held tea and paid respect to Master Rakshasa.
After drinking tea, Sima Zhongtian invited Master Rakshasa to eat dried fruits. Almonds, figs, red dates, etc. They all seemed to be very common dried fruits, which are not available in ordinary households, but the quality was completely different.
The dried fruits that appeared at Sima Zhongtian's house were of the best quality in terms of size, appearance, and quality, and some of them were even better than the ones offered. Master Rakshasa peeled off an almond, chewed it, and sighed again:
"This is the taste I had when I was a child!" Sima Zhongtian said: "That's great! Speaking of which, Master Rakshasa is here today, so there must be something going on, right?" wΑp.
Master Rakshasa peeled off the almond in his hand, stuffed the nuts inside into his mouth, chewed it for a while, took another sip of Fu brick tea and rinsed his mouth, and then said: "Master Sima, this time the soil
Specialties' go to the middle of the river to perform a mission..." Before Rakshasa finished speaking, Sima Zhongtian said firmly: "It has been successfully completed, right?"
Master Rakshasa was stunned for a moment, looking slightly embarrassed, but then he regained his composure and said: "No, it failed." Sima Zhongtian looked at Master Rakshasa with an unbelievable expression: "Failed? How is it possible? Rakshasa
Master, you have never been defeated..." Master Rakshasa shook his head and said: "This time the situation is different. I have met a real master."
Master Rakshasa told Sima Zhongtian about the abandoned "Trio of Local Specialty Products" he found under the big poplar tree in the yard.
After hearing this, Sima Zhongtian put down the Fu brick teacup he had just picked up, and murmured: "Could it be from Xiao..."
Before Sima Zhongtian finished speaking, a general knocked on the door hurriedly. Sima Zhongtian said: "Come in, why are you so anxious?" The other party lowered his head and whispered softly: "Just now, a man claimed to be from the Hua Jingxiao family.
, sent a letter. "The Xiao family of Huajing? Sending a letter? Sima Zhongtian just wanted to say "from the Xiao family", but he didn't expect that Cao Cao actually arrived.
"Bring the letterhead!" Sima Zhongtian said.
The family presented his hands, but inside was a small kraft paper envelope, which had been pinched into several folds, just barely crumpled into a ball. Sima Zhongtian originally thought that the communication between families should use high-end materials.
Even if the letter is signed in gold, it is not an exaggeration to show the family's strength. But I didn't expect that what the Xiao family sent was such a small, wrinkled envelope! Sima Zhongtian asked the general: "You did this?"
Wrinkled?"
The general of the family hurriedly cleared the relationship: "Master, how dare I? This was the letter when it was delivered!" Sima Zhongtian believed that the general did not dare to lie, so he said: "Okay, it's none of your business, go out
"Okay."kanδんu
"Has the Xiao family become so shabby?" Looking at the envelope, Sima Zhongtian even felt it was dirty, but he was also curious about what was written inside, so he straightened the envelope on the table. Only the bottom of the envelope could be seen.
It was written, but now it has been blacked out. The word Qing'an County can be faintly seen. The place where the stamp was pasted was also pasted, but now it has been torn off! What the hell, this is a used envelope.
?Is this re-use?
Sima Zhongtian was a little unhappy, but his curiosity became even stronger! Regardless of what kind of envelope it was, he took out the letter paper directly from it. This was not a serious piece of letter paper, but more like a piece of straw paper! Write on it
The characters don't look like normal water pens or ballpoint pens, but rather rough markers.
"Brother Zhongtian:
I, Xiao Rongrong, have returned to the Xiao family in Huajing. Please do not have any intention of harming my son and daughter-in-law, otherwise your precious son will return to the territory like the 'big soil' in the 'local specialties'. Remember, remember. Special notice.
My brother, Xiao Rongrong, hereby presents you.
A certain day, a certain month, a certain year.”
The handwriting is flamboyant and random, the appearance is extremely ugly, and there is no serious look at all. The tone of this letter is domineering, and the content is incomprehensible. Especially one sentence: "Otherwise, your precious son will be like the 'big soil' in 'local specialties'"
"Return to the territory", what does this mean? Sima Zhongtian was even more confused. He couldn't help but ask the Rakshasa who was drinking tea next to him: "Master, what happened to your disciple 'Datu'?"
Master Rakshasa's face darkened and he applied a layer of frost. Master Rakshasa was originally unwilling to mention this matter, but his sponsor Sima Zhongtian's question must be related to the content of the letter, so he had to say: "Been gouged out."
"It's gone." Sima Zhongtian didn't think about that and asked: "Gouged out? What was gouged out? Eyes, or other parts of the flesh?"
Master Rakshasa had adjusted his mentality at this time, and without any hesitation, he stretched out his palm to make a gesture in front of his crotch. Sima Zhongtian finally understood what it meant! He was immediately furious: "How dare he! This Xiao Rongrong is too much.
Who is he?" Xiao Rongrong actually dared to issue such a warning to him, the head of the Sima family! And he used a crumpled envelope and toilet paper written with a marker. This was intentional disrespect and insult!
Seeing that Sima Zhongtian was furious, Master Rakshasa couldn't help but become curious, and asked: "Master Sima, is this letter convenient for me to take a look at?" After all, three of his disciples had their hands chopped off and their legs broken.
Digging out my life, I wonder if this letter revealed any information?
Sima Zhongtian did not refuse, so he handed the envelope and letter paper to Master Rakshasa. Looking closely at the envelope, letter paper and such casual handwriting, it was clear that the way the person writing the letter did things was completely different from the members of the big family they believed, and even more so.
Like an unscrupulous farmer!
Especially the inscription "Xiao Rongrong", Master Rakshasa was not sure, and asked: "Master of the Sima family, what is the origin of this Xiao Rongrong in the Xiao family in Huajing?"
"It's nothing!" Sima Zhongtian said, "It's the third son of Xiao Yi, the old head of the Xiao family in Huajing. He was naughty and mischievous since he was a child. He couldn't hold up the wall with mud. Later, he married a commoner woman in the alleys of Huajing and was driven out.
He left home and gave birth to a son, Xiao Zheng. I don’t know what the Xiao family in Huajing was thinking. Recently, they allowed such a person who had long been a farmer to return to the family! Look at what he did.
Envelopes, letter paper, and handwriting, which one is worthy of being on the table?"
Master Rakshasa nodded, subconsciously picked up the tea cup and took a sip, as if thinking deeply about something, then shook his head slightly and said: "If it's like what you said, Master Sima, this Xiao Rongrong is nothing to be afraid of, but my three
The three apprentices, the 'Souvenir Trio', were sent back without anyone noticing, and they have all become disabled!"