Chapter 3 The first -line life

Author: Fish Little Little

Chapter 3 The first -line life

"Let me talk about the boss's identity and style of acting.

Chen Ping Dama's golden knife was sitting on the collapsed fragrance case, just like the general sat in the white tiger hall, his eyes were calm.

When a few people saw his expression, he immediately calmed down.

It seems that the wind and rain that comes on the face is nothing, and it is extraordinarily at ease.

"The boss secretly managed the beggar and the people of this street. It was a little head. In fact, there was actually no oil and water. However, listening to him that he was bragging about what he said, it was the official disciple who burned Sanzhu incense.

"Yeah, he also listened to him, often drinking with the head of Xingqing Mansion. It is estimated that he puts gold on his face and raised his status.

People went in person. "

"Some time ago, Dong Xiang ordered that every street must pay a hundred silver and two silver. He couldn't hand it out. Therefore, he squeezed out of us crazy, and he wanted to squeeze out the oil in the stones. In the past

A hoe, later, no one dared to do so again, that day, that day ... "

The small table glanced at Chen Ping's broken leg and didn't talk about it.

"..."

Several people said a word and said, cleaning up the boss of Yan.

After listening for a while, Chen Ping knew that the boss Yan was.

This guy is the big leader of the Seven Lose Town Qingzi Hall. The words of the future described in the future, that is, Kirin Street carried a handle, responsible for collecting the protection fee of the merchant, and controlling the beggar guy to beg.

Perhaps it is also controlled by some thieves.

Anyway, don't do good things.

Of course, he cannot swallow the income of this street alone, and he must also give it to Xiangtang.

Because of this, crazy squeezing the men's people and so on.

This person is not afraid to die. The question is, how to deal with this person, how to cope with the revenge of the Seven Hall is a problem.

Nympho

Broken his hands with his waist, and quickly explored the bossyan and tall body, very skilled.

After finding a little bit of broken silver, there were about three or two points added up. In addition to the short black iron short thorn carried by the tall and tall person, the boss Yan also had a small bottle of wine, a pink bellyband.

Big white cloth.

These things are piled up in front of Chen Ping.

The flower face squatted on the ground, removed the broken bamboo rod tied to Chen Ping's injury, and started to bleed again when he saw it. He whispered a whisper.

Seeing a bottle of wine searched from the left, there was a long white cloth, and the eyes were bright. I took the wine on the wound and cleaned it a little.

"That cloth cannot be required."

Chen Ping quickly stopped.

"oh."

The face of his face was wondering, and he didn't persist, so he took the bellyband of the drama water to be a rope. This west silk cloth was made, and it was a pity that no one had a face to wear it. When the waste was used.

"Let's talk about martial arts. I think the boss Yan is strong, and his skills are very extraordinary. I don’t know what do you have?"

Chen Ping thought for a while and asked again.

He actually didn't want to be timid, but he didn't know how to remember his predecessor. He didn't even know how he became a beggar, let alone the origin of these people.

In addition, what dynasty this world is, I do n’t know if they are in the high and low environment of environmental force. It ’s not long, and the two are killed directly. One of them is the gang head, apparently, it is not unprecedented.

But there is no way. The other party is not dead, and the one who dies is yourself.

If you are interrupted, you can live, and you know that you can not understand. You can't understand them.

A few people were surprised by Chen Ping's questioning. It seemed that he had accepted his fever and burned his mind.

Left hand knows more about martial arts, and he heard the words: "In our opinion, the boss Yan is naturally a very powerful master. Under normal circumstances, even if ten people are siege, it is difficult to hurt him.

Death. But after all, he is just a practitioner of external meritorious meritorious meritorious practitioners.

"It is the Lord Dong Xiang. There are rumors that he has begun to wash the marrow and blood, and the outsourcing method has reached a very deep level. If he comes to find us, it must be a dead end."

"Well, can you see the level of martial arts of the boss of Yan?"

"This is not difficult. If the boss Yan practiced the muscles, the fascia is connected, and the back of the neck is not the seventh brother. You can easily pierce the inferior iron shovel handle ... at most half the meat, it will be stuck."

The left of the left disconnection is taken for granted.

Chen Ping noticed that this kid began to call himself "Seven Brother", and he was no longer called "Brother". It should be the behavior of killing Boss Yan before and got his recognition.

It's real enough.

"In this case, as long as we have passed Dong Xiang, can we have a high pillow?"

"No, Dong Xiangzhu is a big deal. There are no little beggars in our eyes. Instead, the three sub -fragrance owners, foxes, black wolves, leopards, these people will ask. As far as I know, the boss Yan boss

It followed the fox to think about the vice incense.

Speaking of which, I frowned with my left hand, looking at the dark and sinking sky outside the house, with a anxiety look on the face.

Chen Ping seemed to have not seen the acute color on his face, and did not mention the escape at all. He bowed his head and thought about it, "Think about it, good names, foxes are always cunning and will not be reckless.

It should be a cautious person. "

He did not carefully question what the strength of the Changxiang owner was.

In fact, even the true strength of the boss Yan far exceeds the current self, let alone the vice -incense owner.

In this ancient society, it is also a gang of gangs, and rarely the situation of those who can be on the bottom, and the mediocre.

Because incompetent people will soon be killed by people.

So, it can be considered that the martial arts of Changxian thinks about Dong Xiang's medulometer and blood is worse. It is a lot stronger than the bones of the boss Yan, at least it is practicing muscles. Anyway, he can't beat it.

I have to think about his law and break the predicament.

Fortunately, it is dark that the day is dark. Listening to a few people discuss it, and it has to be a curfew in the evening. Under normal circumstances, the high -weight Changxiang owner will be in the gentle hometown, and he is not interested in to find a few times.

The trouble of a little beggar.

After all, it was only a small leader in the gang, not his father, and did not have to run overnight.

It is more likely that the living mouth that escaped, and there was no courage to report to the vice incense at all. It was difficult to see people. In theory, this night was safe.

"If you want to leave, just leave, just find a place to hide. Tomorrow will be bright tomorrow. You can find a way to mix out the city.

Chen Ping never thought that he would escape. His legs were injured. It was difficult to walk a few steps. He escaped a wool. Even if he was not cut directly as a thief in the dark, it was too conspicuous when he arrived.

Then, then

Another reason is that if the black wolf or the leopard are "chasing", he has no thoughts.

If the fox often thinks about it, I still have to talk.

The world is good, all of them are beneficial, and the world is full of benefits. As long as the quasi -pulse, the boss Yan and the tall death are not unveiled.

"I don't go, where is the seventh brother, where am I, the same life and death."

Flowers look up, a pair of big eyes.

Cao, this is a love crying bag.

"Our brothers did not leave. On that day, Brother Tianqi pulled us out of the smelly ditch. We did not dislike us as the earthen man.

The small stool face is feminine. At this time, Bai Jing's face has a strange fierce, as if to eat people.

The small table didn't speak, but just nodded the focus, apparently agreed with his brother's words.

I sighed with my left hand, and my eyes fluctuated for the first time: "I don't know how to survive, but the Seven Brothers rescued me from the wild dog's mouth and gave it to eat.

What about selling it for you. "

All these people rescued these people.

What kind of good person is this.

No need to ask, Dasha must be saved by yourself.

Not to mention him, the guy was dead and was kicked to death by the boss.

He died like an ant, and there was no value. Fortunately, a few of them could be rewarded for him, and he could close his eyes.

"Let me think about it."

Chen Ping waved weakly, and wanted to live with these little beggars. The difficulty seemed to be a bit big.

However, he didn't panic, and naturally there was no panic, not all because of boldness.

When the boss Yan was killed before, I seemed to see a small and transparent light ball in front of my eyes. I went straight to the eyebrows. I could feel that this should be a chance.

After enduring it for a while, I couldn't help it. I thought about the light ball in my heart, and my eyes suddenly stunned. I saw a white silkworm, and I was lying in the clouds and fell asleep.

Staring at the white silkworm, there were some Ming Wu poured into the heart.

[Spring and Autumn Silkworm (Two Turns)]

[Talent: trace the source of luck, the cocoon rebirth]

[Root Bone: 4 (the posture of people)]

[Epry: 3 (ordinary)]

[Robbing: 2 (Break)]

[Fuyuan: 1 (Modeling)]

[Gong method: swimming gossip palm (proficient), legs (skilled)]
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