Leave the government office.

Xiaoqi raised his head and asked, "Daoma, can't you beat Chang Guiren?"

Daoma grabbed his head and knocked it, correcting it: "I have told you many times that your father can do everything."

Xiaoqi asked again: "Then why didn't he kill Guiren Chang just now? He was not kind to come."

Dad knows, he is still greedy for your father's body... Daoma sighed lightly, held Xiaoqi's hand and walked slowly, and after a long time, he said:

"He is a destiny of the Great Sui Dynasty. If we kill him, we will become wanted criminals. It will be a bit troublesome to go back to Chang'an in the future."

"Oh." Xiaoqi pouted, "What if someone wants to kill us."

"Ha." Daoma grinned, "What else can I say? Just cut it with one knife."

......

Fenglai Inn.

After Daoma came back, he observed the inn owner for a special purpose, but found no abnormalities.

People welcome and see off guests as usual, but they can't tell at all that they are beaten out of the house by Guiren Chang.

Of course, I insisted on saying something wrong, but the boss rarely spoke, but now he is even more taciturn and didn't say a word all afternoon.

There was also a piece of skin on the back of the head, and a lot of hair was removed.

This boss is a boring man, boring, we still have to see the boss's wife adjust her mood... Thinking of this, Daoma focused his eyes on the boss's wife again.

It happened that at this moment, the inn owner's heart felt a sense and sneaked a glance. But the next second, her face turned a faint blush and was persecuted by the man's charming smile.

Have you changed into new clothes today? The charming look is a little richer than yesterday. It is rare. This small Chisha Town actually has such a special color... Daoma found the table closest to Zhangliu and shouted: "Boss, please pick a few of the most expensive dishes to serve."

"Hey, guest, please wait." The inn owner's wife found an opportunity to escape and left the counter and went to the kitchen. Her hurried appearance looked like a captured thief.

Oh, don’t react so much, I will feel uneasy... Daoma is waiting patiently for the food, and he also sounds like the bragging of the surrounding Daozhu with interest.

After a while, three dishes and a pot of wine, beef sauce, salt-baked chicken and hand-held mutton came, all of which were the best served hard dishes.

It’s just a pity that the one who delivered the food was not the boss’s wife, did she hide? Daomao looked at the boss’s dishes one by one and said gently: “Please give me another bowl of clear soup.”

"Hehe... OK, guest." The inn owner forced a flattering smile and returned to the kitchen with a hunched body.

The clear soup came quickly, and the boss carefully put the plate on it. When he saw Daoma patiently picking the best dish clip for Xiaoqi, he also wiped his greasy hands on the coarse cloth clothes, he said sincerely:

"Customer, you are so nice to your children."

Upon hearing this, Daoma looked at him in surprise, feeling a little strange. According to his observation this afternoon, this person should not have the heart to say such gossip now.

But he didn't hit the smiley person, and he replied politely: "Where are there, we are all the same as our fathers, you are not good at Alai."

"Hehe..., what you said, "The boss smiled flatteringly and went busy again.

......

night.

Daoma told Xiaoqi a story about Little Red Riding Hood. After Xiaobudian fell asleep, he also thought about what he saw and heard today and filtered out the information that was useful to him.

At this moment, Daoma suddenly looked towards the door, waited for a long time without any movement, and said, "Friends, you've come here, come in and sit in for a while."

I waited for a while and there was no movement.

Just as the sword horse was about to make a sound again, the wooden door bolt was automatically opened without wind.

The figure who was exposed outside the door was the inn owner.

The innkeeper who was dressed up all over the place, although his clothes were a little old, he could tell that the materials used in the past were very particular.

Seeing that it was him, Daoma was a little surprised, and a little unsurprising, Anran sat down and asked, "Are you?"

"If I tell you who the two-headed snake is? How much can it be paid?" The inn owner said nothing extra and said the purpose of the trip.

But the tone of speaking was very straightforward and calm, and the eyes were even more energetic, completely gone from the submissiveness of the daytime.

It seems like a different person.

It was interesting... Daoma reached out to signal him to come in and sat down, and said, "It depends on whether your clues are worth it?"

The boss was invited to come in, closed the door, and took a few steps to look at Daoma and said, "Your guest, don't worry about the authenticity of the clues. I am 100% sure that you can find the two-headed snake."

Daoma looked at him and asked, "You seem to need money?"

The boss nodded and admitted it very simply: "I want to get enough 400 gold coins in ten days."

Then the boss asked again: "Do the two-headed snake live or the dead ones are valuable?"

"The living and the dead have little to do with me, I only have a head." After saying that, Daoma stared at the boss seriously, with a slightly solemn expression.

"Okay..." The boss seemed not surprised by this answer, and then he stretched his hands to his waist, and the complete belt broke in response to the sound and turned into fragments.

Sure enough? He is a kung fu... Daoma looked at the other party's actions, and the speculation that had once arose in his heart expanded infinitely.

A loud bang!

The boss's top also landed on the ground quickly.

This sarcoma, this curse mark, dared to face me directly, it was a man... Daoma put away his smile, slowly pulled out a Tang sword from the weapon bag with his right hand, and placed it on the table.

Question: "Are you a two-headed snake?"

The boss stood upright with his upper body naked: "I'm a two-headed snake."

Daoma didn't make any noise, but just took out a reward order and put it on the table, staring at him.

Looking at each other for a while, in quietness, the boss slowly stretched out his right hand to the bottom of his ear, groped for a while, and a human skin mask peeled off, revealing his original appearance.

But the difference from the reward order is that the man's cheeks on both sides are uneven and covered with flesh scars, as if he had been cut by a knife to engrave the letters.

The boss said, "My former name is a two-headed snake."

Why does this flesh scar feel familiar... Unfortunately, the sword horse cannot find the complete answer from the broken memory of the original owner of the body.

So he asked, "What's going on with your face?"

The inn owner avoided talking, but closed his eyes and said, "Customer, my head is here, is it worth four hundred gold coins?"

Daoma smiled and said, "Haha, friend, we don't have to worry about the head. If you are a two-headed snake, you will definitely be my treasure."

However, if you can answer my question first, you might be worth more.”

The boss still kept his breath and kept silent.

Is there really a secret hidden in the engravings of the past? Daoma waited for a while, but when he saw that he still didn't answer, he sighed: "What a pity, shopkeeper, we could have been friends.

Like me, you are all people who have come through the years; everything you do is for life and family.

Now that life is no longer rare, why not earn more money to leave it to your wife and children?”

Hearing this, the boss's eyelids moved and he was a little moved, but after the struggle, he still chose to remain silent.

What an old stubborn person... When Daoma decided to change his strategy, he suddenly felt that many people came from outside the inn. He immediately picked up Tang Dao and smiled, "Haha... Shopkeeper, are you the one who was instructed by Guiren Chang to stand in front of the fight? Are you thinking about my weight?"
Chapter completed!