Quickly wear cute girls to fight against five, and the villains form a group to protect them

Four Assassins:…

"You, you still said that you are not day people!"

The sword that stabbed the hall master's chest was the same sword that was placed on their necks during the day!

Although the man named Song Chao also covered his face, he didn't even bother to change his clothes!

And the exposed eyes were black and fierce, as if they were trying to dig out human flesh and blood wherever they looked.

"And the little one, the way he searches for money is exactly the same!"

Yueyue stuffed the banknotes from the Hall Master into her arms and was a little embarrassed to continue denying it.

At this time, Song Chao pulled out the sword from the hall master, and the warm blood spurted out, and a few drops fell on his face, making him look more like an evil ghost Rakshasa.

"Now that you have recognized us, I can only kill people and silence them!"

"Um!"

The talkative assassin lost his right to speak, and the other three assassins wanted to use all their strength to gag him.

"No! I don't know, I don't know..."

"Yes, we just recognized the wrong person!"

"You are just ordinary bandits!"

"Um!"

The assassin who was gagged was already suffocated and rolled his eyes...

This night, Qianying Tower suffered heavy losses.

Everyone watched as all the money fell into other people's pockets, the chickens raised in the kitchen lost two warm eggs, and the ground seemed to have been scratched.

The hall masters originally wanted to compete, but after lying down for a few times, they became as quiet as chickens and fell into doubts about their own unique skills.

As for the owner of Qianying Tower...

I also rested on the mountain because my calves got sprained from running to the toilet during the day and I didn't come back.

Early the next morning, when he heard the news and came back, most of the Qianying Tower gang members had dispersed.

A famous family specializing in investigating assassinations has declined.

……

When Yueyue and Song Chao returned to the inn, Jintou was still sleeping and snoring.

Song Chao looked at Jintou and Yueyue, wondering what he was thinking.

Yueyue saw the look in his eyes and wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just wondering why you don't snore."

If she also snores, he won't have to check her nose every now and then.

Yueyue: ...

"You actually expect such a cute, well-behaved, smart, and cute girl to snore?"

Song:? ? ?

"...How deeply do you misunderstand yourself?"

Yueyue:?(?`^??)?

Airy.

Song Chao looked at her swollen cheeks and couldn't help but think of his childhood.

At that time, he was still a careless and naughty boy, and his mother and sister were still alive.

His mother ran the tea stall business, and occasionally she would bury a few sweet potatoes for him and his sister under the stove where water was boiled.

In a barren life where a bowl of tea can only be sold for a penny, roasted and fragrant sweet potatoes are a delicacy that can embellish dreams.

And he always hides his own and deliberately steals his sister's food.

When my sister is so angry that she wants to cry, he stuffs his roasted sweet potato into her hand.

His bad taste always earned him scolding from his mother, but looking back now, the scolding was like a stove fire that was burned to ashes like a roasted sweet potato.

The temperature is gone and cannot be recovered.

Yueyue saw that he was still sitting there, with the same posture and the same expressionless face, but there was an indescribable feeling, like a deep pool of deathly silence, which made people's hearts tighten.

She secretly asked Zhuihua, "What is he thinking about?"

Zhuihua was silent for a moment and said: "...I want to be scolded."

Yueyue:? ? ?

There are still people with such strange preferences.

She drank the tea on the table, cleared her throat again, and said in a sweet voice: "You stupid guy!"

Song:? ? ?

Suddenly the people who were scolded laughed angrily, their eyes finally focused, and they came to life.

He grinned and shot back, "You little runt!"

"Big fool!"

"Little dwarf!"

……

Jin Tou slowly opened his eyes amid their quarrel.

Seeing countless treasures piled on the table between the two of them, he slowly closed his eyes and muttered, "This dream is so strange."

On the third day after Jintou took the initiative to claim the cat and the dog, the three of them went to the Jianghu Alliance again.

10 taels of silver is just a lot more (robbed).

100 people in the sect will be enough (counting all the little radish cubs and Uncle Hu who was paralyzed by a stroke).

The sect occupies an area of ​​150 hectares, which is enough (including the mass graves in the back mountain, there are [-] hectares.)

It just so happened that the person in charge was still the one from five days ago. He never dreamed that they could be ready in such a short time, and he was so shocked that he couldn't move his hands and feet.

Jin Tou knocked on the table proudly, "Hurry up, where are we waiting to attend this martial arts conference? Our eldest brother wants to compete for the leadership of the martial arts alliance!"

When the steward heard this, he subconsciously wanted to taunt him. He had just established a sect and wanted to compete for the leader of the martial arts alliance. Can a cat or a dog become the leader of the martial arts alliance?

But when I thought about what he said a few days ago, I was slapped in the face, so I swallowed the words and wrote down the relevant information neatly in my hand.

"Two, no, three heroes, we will send someone to your sect right now. As long as it is verified, it will not delay the three of you from participating in the martial arts conference."

"It's almost there."

The golden head raised his head proudly, "Remember, I am the left guardian and this is the right guardian. Don't mess around."

The steward glanced at the little man who was no taller than the table, and his mouth twitched several times visible to the naked eye.

"……it is good."

……

A few days later, several people standing in front of the village also had their mouths twitching violently.

I saw a few big characters written crookedly on the boulder in front of the village.

Chifeng faction.

And between Feng and Pai is a village that has been scrawled out.

"Chifeng, Zhai?"

"So this is really a bandit den, right?"

……

The news came back faster than the Song Dynasty expected. Three days later, the stewards of the Jianghu Alliance came to the inn to look for them.

Although the verification result makes people extremely speechless, it has actually reached the standard.

After all, there is no regulation that states that bandits cannot change their sect.

There is no regulation that states that an old man who is paralyzed in bed due to a stroke is not considered a disciple of the sect...

Half a month ago, when the gangsters gathered, the three of them went to sell straw paper.

Half a month later, when the big guys gathered again, they had already obtained the tickets and were the first to arrive.

Song Shucheng had been staying in Fengyun City for the past few days, fearing that the Song Dynasty would fall from the sky when he walked out.

As a result, he didn't expect that the Song Dynasty would actually appear here.

The master of the Jinsha Sect didn't come this time, and he probably won't come in the future either.

Shen Que saw that their expressions were a little complicated, and he seemed to remind them kindly: "If you still want to make a fortune selling toilet paper, just stop thinking and leave as soon as possible to avoid risking your life."

Three people of different heights looked at him with different expressions, but no one paid him any attention.

Seeing that they were ungrateful, Shen Que didn't take it seriously, and continued: "Anyway, I have already reminded you what I should have reminded you, once half a month ago and once today. I don't owe you anything anymore. If you are killed later, don't blame me for not helping you." .”

Song:? ? ?

Yueyue exclaimed: "Who is this? What a big face!"

small theater:

The people from the Jianghu Alliance pointed to the old stroke man with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes on the bed, and asked with disbelief: "Are you sure this is the elder of your sect?"

The old village leader looked shocked, but thinking of his grandson's flying pigeon message, he nodded firmly, "Yes!"