Da Bong fights more people

But other factions also have not-so-nice names. For example, Song Qing's faction is called "Madman Party", Sun Xuanji's faction is called "Mute Party", and Zhong Li's faction is called "Ghost Sorrow Party".

Because Chu Caiwei's level is too low, she is not qualified to accept apprentices on behalf of her teacher, so she has no factions.

But next year, she will be qualified to teach apprentices.

Closer to home, the atmosphere in the lobby is very bad, and everyone looks serious.

"Didn't you say that the shop was closed? This group of people is still going to end? Will there be a way for people to survive?"

"It's just nonsense, are these gangsters trying to squeeze our Tianjian dry?"

"If it doesn't work, let's mobilize the imperial army to suppress it."

"But in this way, Senior Brother Yang's reputation will be irretrievable."

"Anyway, it's too bad and it can't get any worse"

All the sorcerers spoke to each other, discussing with frowning faces.

A while ago, Senior Brother Yang came up with a whim and planned to open a shop in the city to do charitable deeds. The people in the capital can come to Yang Qianhuan, a hero who serves the country and the people, to solve any difficult or unfair matters.

At first, the people in the capital didn't believe that there was such a good man in the world, and no one patronized the "Good Man Yang Qianhuan Office", but it was not difficult for Senior Brother Yang, who was full of talent and wisdom.

He found entrustment, she was a miserable woman, her husband was addicted to gambling, her mother-in-law was seriously ill in bed and had no money to treat her, and she had nowhere to go, so she asked Yang Qianhuan's office.

Yang Qianhuan, a man who aspired to become the King of Heroes, helped this poor woman without hesitation.

Since then, more and more people have sought help from Yang Qianhuan, and they have been satisfied. The reputation of Si Tianjian Yang Qianhuan has risen rapidly and he has become a well-known benevolent person.

But it didn't take long for the taste to change.

The common people turned to a bottomless pit, the energetic prostitute Yang Qianhuan, taking satisfaction as a matter of course, and yelling at him if he was not satisfied.

Yang Qianhuan was being prostituted here and there. Seeing that the big business was impossible, he closed the shop sadly and hid back to Sitianjian.

But the common people didn't let him go, they gathered in the square outside the Observatory, demanding justice.

It is clearly agreed that prostitution for free will last forever, and a person must have a contractual spirit.

Yang Qianhuan looked down from the window and saw hundreds of people gathered in the large square outside the Observation Tower.

"What are the things, read and listen."

His tone is low, and he has experienced vicissitudes of life. He looks like someone who has been beaten by the society, and his body is full of stories.

The warlocks in white breathed a sigh of relief. One of them grabbed the thick letter paper on the table, unfolded the first copy, and said after reading:

"Aunt Zhang, who lives in Zhulu Street, said that Aunt Yang's house next door has a grandson, and she also wants to have a grandson. I hope Si Tianjian can find a way."

Yang Qianhuan nodded. This is not a difficult task. Although Si Tianjian has suffered huge losses recently, he can still pay for a pack of medicine.

"Then give her son some medicine to invigorate the kidney and strengthen the yang." He said.

The sorcerer in white had a strange expression on his face, and said, "But Aunt Zhang only gave birth to three daughters, where did she get her sons?"

"" Yang Qianhuan said in a deep voice, "The next one."

"Shopkeeper Wang on Xinghua Street said that a new store opened next door has robbed him of his business. He hopes that Si Tianjian can help drive him away."

"Don't do anything that breaks the law, next one."

"Xiao Cui, the maidservant of Zhao's House on Pingkang Street, feels that she has better looks and character than Miss. She is unwilling to be a maid for the rest of her life. Please help her to become a lady of a wealthy family."

Yang Qianhuan held back for a long time: "For a good pregnancy in the next life, the next letter."

"Li Er from Lijia Village, his wife is about to give birth in six months of pregnancy, and the Li family is a single pass. He wanted to buy some anti-fetal medicine for his wife, but he didn't have any money, so he asked us to come here."

Before Yang Qianhuan could speak, the sorcerer said helplessly, "A pair of anti-natal drugs is easy to talk about, but I think Li Er's first thing to do is to forgive her daughter-in-law."

Yang Qianhuan waved his hand tiredly: "Next one."

"Liang San, the bastard, hopes to find a job that can easily make a lot of money every day. If possible, he hopes that our Si Tianjian can give him a golden mountain."

Yang Qianhuan sighed: "There is no Jinshan, and the work of making money every day is written in the Dafeng Law. Let him choose one he likes."

"Hey, this is a letter written by the mistress of the Xu family, Xu Yinluo's aunt." The white-clothed warlock said in surprise.

Xu Qi'an's tone softened a little, and said: "Tell me what's the matter with her. I met that bastard Xu Qi'an once. I will try my best to satisfy his aunt's request."

The warlock in white nodded and said:

"She said that her young daughter eats too much, and the family is so poor that she can't get rid of it. If possible, she would like to send the young girl to Sitianjian to learn art, and she will live and eat in Sitianjian. Her young daughter also has a master. Girls from Nanjiang, come here too, I hope we don't mind."

Yang Qianhuan's tone was full of exhaustion: "Too stupid to be a warlock, unless Teacher Jianzheng personally teaches."

What a mess!

In the silent corridor, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

Zhong Li walked to the door, looked into the dark corridor, and said in a soft voice:

"Brother Yang, why are you back?"

Yang Qianhuan's tone was hollow: "The world is not worth it, I plan to come back and rest for a while."

After a pause, he said suspiciously: "Junior Sister Zhong, I remember you said that my attention is very good, and I will surely accomplish great things."

Zhong Li replied innocently: "Did I say that? I can't remember."

""

Zhong Li asked in a low voice, "How is your career going?"

Yang Qianhuan thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I think it's safer to kill the king."

Xiangzhou Chaifu.

In the gazebo in the back garden, Mu Nanzhi, wrapped in a fox fur cloak, grabbed a handful of bait and threw it into the pond, attracting koi to compete for food.

At the stone table behind her, Xu Qi'an threw the poisonous weeds and fruits into the medicine mashing pot and crushed them, then scraped them out with a porcelain spoon, and ate them into his mouth.

He has never stopped taking poison. He is very fortunate that he took the reincarnation of the flower god to travel around the rivers and lakes. Every once in a while, he can eat mutated poisonous weeds and fruits of extremely high quality.

I was also fortunate to bring the little mare out together, and the interaction and communication with the little mare relieved the sequelae of the heart vomit.

As for the sequelae of corpse vomit, Xu Qi'an has recently found an excellent method, which is to manipulate Heng Yin's corpse, let him talk and do things, and achieve the goal of "dancing with the corpse".

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