Lu Xiaofeng, who has four eyebrows, has several quite famous friends, one is Hua Manlou, the seventh son of the Hua family, the other is Sikong Zhaixing, the king of thieves, and the clever boss Zhu Ting.

There is nothing in this world that Sikong Zhaixing cannot steal, and there is nothing that Zhu Ting cannot do.

Boss Zhu is an omnipotent being. He is the smartest among Lu Xiaofeng’s many friends. His mind is always full of fantastic ideas that transcend the limitations of the times. There are even rumors that he is the descendant of Lu Ban.

If Luo Feiyu had no reaction to the name Zhu Ting before, then after the monkey spirit Sikong Zhaixing appeared, the word Zhu Ting would be as dazzling as a big light bulb with several thousand watts and special effects.

No wonder this kid is so talented at Tiangong Machinery!

Luo Feiyu's mood was a little complicated. He looked at the gap-toothed young apprentice in front of him who was full of leaks, and it was really difficult to connect him with the famous Miaoshou boss in the future.

It turns out... there really is Lu Xiaofeng in this world!

Then according to the matching conditions selected by the system for him, wouldn't Ye Gucheng and others also meet the requirements of his teammates?

Luo Feiyu's eyes were slightly bright. The city lord of Feixianxian must be more reliable than Wuhua's black-hearted cheater!

But soon, his excitement was dispelled. Calculating Zhu Ting's age, even Ye Gucheng should still be a young boy in his early ten years. Even if he can play and develop, he wants to form a team with the city lord in the future.

It would take at least ten or twenty years for the team to kill everyone.

Luo Feiyu shook his head helplessly.

The Beggar Clan disciples were cleared of suspicion, and everyone was in a good mood. Although they had not slept all night, they did not feel tired. Seeing that the day of fighting was about to begin, the neighbors in Qingyi Lane simply invited them to do this.

Meritorious ministers have some breakfast.

Luo Feiyu didn't feel hungry at all. He just held a bowl of noodles and a braised egg, slurping the fine Huadiao provided by the system. While sipping the noodles, he dipped his chopsticks in the wine to coax Xiao Zhu to stop. The spicy food made him squirt.

Stick out your tongue.

The little bald man and the little pock-marked man ate more than ten sesame seed cakes in one go. Luo Feiyu was shocked when he saw it. The fellow members of the Beggar Clan burst into laughter and kept poking their round belly with their fingers, poking every soft spot.

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Li Laoshi, who was sitting opposite the Widow Butcher, was sitting next to them, as if he wanted to say something to Luo Feiyu, but when Luo Feiyu noticed his eyes looking at him, he always turned his head hastily, with a hint of sadness in his eyebrows.

I have no words to speak.

Luo Feiyu was afraid that the little ones would be embarrassed because they were too good at eating, so he took the initiative to say to him: "Old man Li, I still have some scraps of money on me, and I will help them put them in a while. The little ones are growing and are very greedy.

The neighbors have good intentions, but don’t let you lose your money.”

Li Laoshi quickly waved his hand and said with a friendly smile: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! This little food is nothing, it's just about feeding the children."

Luo Feiyu then smiled at him, turned around and continued teasing Zhu Ting, quietly peeking at Li Laoshi from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, Li Laoshi breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as Luo Feiyu turned around, he hesitated again when he looked at Luo Feiyu's back.

Luo Feiyu saw this in his eyes and suddenly turned around: "I see that the old man is looking sad, but what trouble has he encountered? If I can help -"

Li Laoshi was startled by him and forcefully laughed twice, but still didn't say it out: "No, it's all trivial, trivial... don't bother..." and walked away quickly.

Luo Feiyu held the wine jar and tilted his head, a question mark in his mind, a little baffling.

The disciples of the Beggar Clan in the Songjiang Prefecture area were finally no longer regarded as sneaky street rats. They suddenly felt proud and proud, walking with wind in their eyes and shaking their heads with arms crossed, just like a group of young men.

Luo Feiyu followed the teenagers, lazily carrying wine and a short stick, and laughed with Zhu Ting at the hilarious steps of the little beggars.

Luo Feiyu and Zhu Ting should take the lead in settling the trouble this time. Zhu Ting naturally joined the Beggar Clan. The chief helmsman was also very satisfied with their handling of the problem and actually gave them a six-bag disciple.

Quota.

The beggars in Songjiang Prefecture can say more or less. Anyone who has been promoted to six bags of disciples will be considered the leader of this area. Luo Feiyu and the others are mostly two bags or three bags. This glory from heaven can simply take away small things.

They are crazy about fun.

The beggars first recommended Luo Feiyu to take the title, but Luo Feiyu was a little embarrassed. He was afraid that he would die suddenly as soon as he became famous, and he really didn't want to be the leader anymore.

When it comes to age and seniority, Luo Feiyu thinks that even if he is a disciple of Three Bags, he is still the uncrowned king among this group of children, so it doesn't really matter who is the boss.

He looked at his junior brother's hopeful eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he gave the honor of being the boss to the little Vulcan.

Everyone has long been accustomed to listening to the instructions of the little Vulcan. He is very prestigious among the beggars, so Luo Feiyu feels that he can be given some exercise.

The little Vulcan almost hugged Luo Feiyu's thigh and rubbed him: "Sister Jiu'er is the best senior sister in the world...! Whatever Sister Jiu'er wants to eat today, you can tell me whatever you want, junior brother will give it to you through fire and water."

Get it quickly!"

Luo Feiyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He laughed and scolded them to coax them to practice their basic skills.

During the days of begging in Songjiang Mansion, Luo Feiyu adapted quickly. Beggar Clan disciples mingled in the market a lot, and often spoke without taboos. Luo Feiyu mixed with them, and it would have been awkward if Luo Feiyu still used Sister Hua's polite manner.

, and gradually became more carefree.

However, in just a few days, Luo Feiyu taught the little guys who have strong learning ability how to say hell! They can even speak modern jokes such as drama queens and small fists and so on very quickly.

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"No, no, your arms must be flat and your palms must be steady. Your little arms are as soft as a big girl scratching an itch. How can you subdue a tiger and subdue a dragon!"

Zhu Ting groaned and said: "Master, if you can subdue a tiger and subdue a dragon with the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, the little bald man's head will grow hair!"

Luo Feiyu hit his calf with a short stick and rolled his eyes: "What do you know! This is called the Xiaochen Jue! Our Beggar Clan's external skills are the best in the world!"

Zhu Ting's face was full of doubt and he didn't believe a word he said: "Shi Huli is bragging again!"

Last time, Luo Feiyu wanted to teach them how to laugh drunkenly. Luo Feiyu himself drank and drank a batch of blood, but the little guys all had bloated bellies and slept for several days. From then on, no one dared to follow him again.

Luo Feiyu learned kung fu, which made Luo Feiyu very embarrassed, so he had to experiment with Zhu Ting every day.

Zhu Ting was deeply affected by this. If Luo Feiyu didn't know more tricks than him, he would have wanted to run away when he saw Luo Feiyu.

Luo Feiyu held the wine jar to his lips and continued: "Ahem...the best external skill in the world!"

The timer clicked with a "ding" sound. When Zhu paused, his whole body relaxed, and he no longer looked weak. He ran to the front of his pile of wooden things and arranged them.

When Luo Feiyu saw this, he immediately threw a chestnut at him: "You should become a Tang clan and live a life as a wooden wife!"

Zhu Tingcai ignored him and played with his treasures with great interest. While doing so, he boasted: "Let's just have fun in Shihu! I am a genius here! Sooner or later, I can make the Grand Master's chair remember how many steps he can walk."

How can a person still talk when his head is separated from his body! How can that copycat thing like Xiao Chen Jue and Dragon Subduing Palm in there be as powerful as my mechanism?"

Luo Feiyu grabbed his fleshy face and was about to teach this brat a lesson when his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the cleverness in his little wooden man and he couldn't help but frown.

Zhu Ting noticed his gaze and quickly took the little wooden figure into his arms. He hurriedly closed the small cover on his belly to cover the doorway of the mechanism inside, and clumsily changed the topic: "Shi Huli always pulls me like this, my face will change."

Fat!"

This was not the first time Luo Feiyu saw Zhu Ting using rare materials. He always felt that Zhu Ting was hiding something secretly.

Although the disciples of the Beggar Clan are not short of money and do not have to beg for food, they are not rich enough to afford these materials for Zhu Ting to practice. Some of the things there are really quite precious, and even wealthy people may not have it easy.

It can be seen that the sources of Zhu Ting's materials are indeed somewhat mysterious.

But Luo Feiyu still didn't ask. He knew that Zhu Ting was afraid that he would see it, so even if he asked, this kid wouldn't tell him honestly.

He secretly thought about how he could trick this kid into revealing some secrets, and then he heard the anxious voices of the little bald man and the little pockmarked man not far away from the ruined temple: "Ajiu! Boss Vulcan! Help! Come and help me!"

Luo Feiyu stood up suddenly, looked at Zhu Ting and immediately rushed over to respond.

The little bald man and the little pockmarked man struggled to carry someone together and stumbled over. Before Luo Feiyu could see the man's face clearly, he smelled the familiar smell of tulips as soon as he approached.

The man's back was completely soaked with blood, and the wound was deep enough to show the bones. He seemed to have noticed that Luo Feiyu and the others were approaching. He raised his head with difficulty and apologized to Luo Feiyu: "I'm sorry to bother you, but please don't..."

When he saw that the person coming was a woman in ragged clothes, he couldn't help but be startled: "Is this girl the leading eldest brother here?"

Luo Feiyu was also stunned. This man who was seriously injured and weak was actually Chu Liuxiang!

When he met an acquaintance, he subconsciously felt a little weak, and forced himself to comfort himself. His face now was completely different from before, and it was impossible for anyone to recognize him. He bravely took the little bald man's hand and said, "Hurry and help him in first!"

Chu Liuxiang originally felt that men and women were not close to each other, but at this moment, his eyes were blurring and he really had no strength to refuse. Seeing Luo Feiyu's generous behavior and not shying away at all, he felt that he was a little too pedantic and hung his head in embarrassment.

Little Baldy and the others followed behind, nervous and worried, but also a little bit excited, "Xiang Shuai Mo Fang! Ah Jiu is the eldest beggar in our Songjiang Prefecture. Although she is not the boss, she must first do something before she does something.

Listen to her, looking for her is the same as looking for the boss!"

"Sister... head?" Chu Liuxiang felt that along the way, the words used by these two little beggars made him confused.

The author has something to say: Little Baldy: Xiangshuai Mo Fang! Ajiu is the eldest beggar in our Songjiang Prefecture. Although she is not the leader, the boss must listen to her before doing anything. You go to her or to the boss.

It's the same!

Chu Liuxiang:...Mo Fang? The eldest sister...the head??is causing trouble???

Xiao Mazi: Hey, there is a generation gap of three years. Uncle, you can’t keep up with the trend!

Chu Liuxiang:o_oWhat is the generation gap? What is the trend??

Little Baldy: No way to communicate, no way to communicate...
Chapter completed!