When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

For this kind of people who love to take advantage of others verbally, it is good to teach them a lesson. There is no need to kill them all. They are not big treacherous people.

Pan Jinlian didn't pursue it anymore, and the people in the teahouse were no longer as scared as before. They carefully got up from the ground, and silently chose a seat far away from Pan Jinlian to sit down.

Although a beautiful woman is beautiful, her life is more important. If she dies under the peony flower and is a ghost, she can be romantic. Anyone who takes it seriously is a fool.

Everyone avoided Pan Jinlian, and Wu Song, who was sitting opposite Pan Jinlian, was a little eye-catching.

This young man was indeed a hero. After seeing Pan Jinlian's surly behavior, he could still sit and drink tea with Pan Jinlian without changing his face and heartbeat, and even said something that made people blush and heartbeat:

"The cup of tea you drink is the one I drank."

The...tea he drank?

He drank it, Pan Jinlian picked it up and drank it, isn't that just drinking...

Ahem, is that what they mean?This young man might think that he lived too long.

They just took advantage of Pan Jinlian verbally just now, but they were frightened and cleaned up by Pan Jinlian. Wouldn't his frivolous words be frustrated by Pan Jinlian?

Everyone couldn't help looking at Wu Song, and silently burned three sticks of incense for Wu Song in their hearts.

It's a pity that such a good man died as soon as he said he would die.

It was the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and the noon sun was dazzling, passing through the dense forest, slanting on the teahouse, and cutting a short shadow on the ground.

The sun has been shining for a long time, and the teahouse is like a steamer, with heat waves attacking people's bodies, but the scorching air in the teahouse shuns away from the young man.

He is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, which is daunting to look at, and like frost that has been frozen for thousands of years, just looking at it, it is so cold that people's bones hurt.

Under his sharp sword eyebrows, his dark eyes were like cold stars in the nine heavens, quietly looking at Pan Jinlian opposite him, out of tune with the excitement around him.

The crowd took a breath.

If Pan Jinlian is a coquettish flower blooming on Huangquan Road, then this young man is a peerless magic weapon at the entrance of hell, sharp and dangerous.

Two dangerous people get together, although the picture is pleasing to the eye, but the destructive power is not pleasing to the eye.

Most of the passers-by in the teahouse are people who have been walking in the market for many years. The waiter in the teahouse is also a very winking person. .

The mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building, but Pan Jinlian laughed at this moment.

She turned the teacup with her thumb and forefinger, looked at Wu Song with eyes like autumn water, smiled, and said, "I just drank it, how about it?"

She was originally very beautiful, with a bright smile, like a flash of epiphyllum blooming in an instant, the people around couldn't help but stare blankly, staring at her blankly.

Wu Song pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes fell on the teacup on her fingertips.

In the tea house on the mountain path, the tea set was not very good, it was very rough, and she gently squeezed it in her hand, which was in stark contrast to her white jade-like fingers.

She took the teacup and spun it around, but then stopped.

There is a faint red on the porcelain white teacup.

It's the color of her cherry lips.

Wu Song turned his eyes away, and said in a low voice, "It's not good."

"Xiaoer, serve another pot of tea."

The tense atmosphere disappeared in an instant, Wu Song's seductive temperament seemed to have been softened by the fierce sun, and the people in the teahouse woke up like a dream, and Xiao Er shivered and poured tea.

Pan Jinlian turned the teacup around, looked at Wu Song, her eyes turned slightly.

Wu Song turned his face away, and his sharp sword eyebrows frowned imperceptibly.

Perhaps the air in the teahouse was too hot, and Wu Song's ears were very faintly red.

Pan Jinlian laughed, and said to Xiao Er: "I want good tea, the same tea as this strong man."

Most of the people in the teahouse traveled from place to place to make a living, so why don't you understand?

Perhaps this cunning and surly Pan Jinlian fell in love with the handsome and handsome young man, so he ate his tea and said specious things.

This move is surprisingly bold. If it was done on an ordinary woman, the family would probably be kicked out of the house and put in a pig cage. But when it was done on Pan Jinlian, everyone thought it was quite normal—her original master looked at her. She fell in love with her and wanted to take her as a concubine, but she beat her all the way, and returned the fat and anointing that the man had looted to the people.

She is not a person who will abide by the secular etiquette, no matter what she does, it will not be surprising.

If you like it, you will go to tease it, if you don't like it, you will not even look at it, daring to love and daring to hate, this is her character engraved in her bones.

Thinking of this, everyone envied Wu Song, Pan Jinlian was born with a beautiful face and a gentle personality, even the ladies in the palace could not compare to her, being able to spend a night with her would make many men wake up from their dreams with laughter.

Everyone looked at Wu Song, Wu Song's eyes slowly moved over, there was a bit of inquiry in the eyes, the little second hand quickly put the tea on the table, and quickly fled away from the two of them.

It's better to hide in a place of right and wrong.

Pan Jinlian picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "I just came out of Qinghe County and heard something strange, do you want to hear it?"

Strange thing?Can there be anything more unusual than the matter of you cleaning up Zhang Dashan and the county magistrate?

Everyone slandered.

Pan Jinlian said: "In Qinghe County, there are two brothers, one is tall and handsome, with a dignified appearance, and the other is less than five feet tall—"

Wu Song's eyes turned cold, and he said, "What do you want to say?"

Pan Jinlian smiled and said, "Hey, don't be angry, it's not about you."

Wu Song in the book is divided into three stages. In the first stage, he was a middle school boy on the street. He was bullied and fought all day long because of his elder brother. Later, he accidentally knocked him down and was forced by his elder brother to leave Qinghe County and go to Cangzhou. take refuge.

At this time, Wu Song was far less thoughtful and impeccable than he was later. At this time, he had a bad temper and never feared anyone with his iron fists.

After leaving Cangzhou, he received a lot of cold looks from Chai Jin, and slowly honed his middle school spirit to become mature and stable.

This is Wu Song in the second stage, Wusong Wudutou who beats the tiger.

He is neither humble nor overbearing when he sees people, he can deal with the magistrate at the top, and he can take the soldiers for his own use at the bottom. He has gained an excellent reputation in Yanggu County. He has adapted to the rules of this era and has his own bottom line. It was a mixed bag.

If it wasn't for Wu Dalang's death, with his steady and meticulous personality, it would only be a matter of time before he would rise to the top.

But Wu Dalang is still dead.

After Wu Dalang drank it, he no longer forbears it, and no longer leaves a way out for himself.

The Tianshangxing returned to its place.

However, no matter at what stage, Wu Song is a very pure, even very clean person, upright and innocent.

Kill your sister-in-law, find someone to be a witness, the facts are in front of you, killing you is for revenge, and beating Jiang Menshen is to repay your kindness. Put a few big characters on it - the murderer, Wusong who beats the tiger.

It's no wonder that such a person is favored by his sister-in-law.

Pan Jinlian smiled, put down the teacup, wrapped her fingers around her hair, and said: "That Wuer, because his brother fought with others a few days ago, he knocked him down with a punch, and scared his brother to death, crying and screaming." Pull, let him leave Qinghe County for refuge."

Wu Song narrowed his eyes slightly, and Pan Jinlian continued: "It's just that the person he knocked down didn't die. Do you think it's ridiculous? You don't even know whether the person is dead or not, so you dragged your brother to escape for his life. Brother, you are really confused."

As soon as Pan Jinlian finished speaking, Wu Song put down the teacup in his hand heavily, his cold eyes were now full of threats.

"I don't hit women, you go."

Wu Song said coldly.

Pan Jinlian smiled and rolled her eyes.

Now Wu Song, who suffers from secondary illness, is a little cute and arrogant.

If she was a man, she would have eaten his fist if she said that about his brother.

But she is not a man, she is a delicate and pretty woman, and she is also a woman who does justice for the heavens without regard to trivial matters. If he does something to her, he will lose his morality.

Pan Jinlian drank the water in the cup, leaned forward slightly, met Wu Song's stern eyebrows, and said: "There is a man-eating worm on Jingyang Ridge, which only eats passers-by. If you go back to Qinghe County, remember to go around Open Jingyanggang."

After saying this, Pan Jinlian stood up and whistled at the horse grazing. When the horse heard the whistle, Sa Huan ran to the teahouse.

Wu Song casually glanced at Pan Jinlian flying onto the horse, her fiery red clothes looked like clouds on fire.

As if aware of his gaze, she turned her head and smiled, and said, "Can I have a cup of tea instead of the strange thing I'm talking about?"

Perhaps the sun was too dazzling, Wu Song frowned and looked away.

The mountain wind blew past, and there was the sound of a girl laughing and galloping away.

The sound became farther and farther away until it could not be heard at all. Wu Song drank his tea slowly.

The teahouse resumed its excitement just now.

Everyone in the teahouse chattered about Pan Jinlian, which was different from just now, with a less frivolous meaning.

"Where did you say she was going?"

"Didn't you hear it just now? There is a man-eating tiger in Jingyanggang. With her character, she probably went to kill the tiger."

"She is a woman, can she kill the big bug?"

Wu Song frowned slightly, and the movement of drinking tea paused.

"She is very powerful, maybe she can kill her."

"Humans and tigers are different after all. Being able to kill people doesn't mean you can kill tigers. The big worm is very ferocious. Many hunters teamed up to remove it, but they were all eaten by it."

After noon, the sun slowly slid towards the west, and the scorching air in the teahouse faded a bit. Wu Song put down his teacup and said, "Xiaoer, pay the bill."

Wu Song took out some money from his cuff, put it on the table, walked out of the teahouse, and squinted at Jingyang Gang.

The people in the teahouse started the journey in twos and threes after they had finished their rest.

Wu Song was walking on the road, but within a few days, he arrived at a tavern. A flag was flying outside the tavern, which said that three bowls could not pass the hill.

Wu Song strode in and ordered beef and wine.

The shopkeeper stopped pouring wine after pouring him three cups. As soon as Wu Song put down the whistle, the shopkeeper was busy pouring wine again.

Cup after cup, Wu Song became a little drunk, and through the drunkenness, Wu Song said: "Has anyone been here these few days?"

The shopkeeper glanced at him, considered for a while, and hesitated, "Zuo is just a passerby."

"There was a passer-by who was very strange. She was a very beautiful woman. He only wanted wine to eat when he came to my place. He ate wine for several days and stayed with me for several days. It seemed that he was not in a good mood, as if he was waiting. who."

Wu Song looked at the wine in the bowl.

As the evening approached, the wine reflected the setting sun, and there was a bit of the warm red taste on the man's body.

Wu Song finished his drink with a sullen head, and said in a low voice, "Where's that person?"

"Perhaps she is someone she can't wait to wait for. Last night she was drunk again and went to Jingyanggang alone. There are big bugs in Jingyanggang, and she is a weak girl. I'm afraid she will be buried by a tiger by now." Stomach."

Wu Song's face turned cold, and he couldn't persuade him what the shopkeeper originally wanted to say, but it's a pity that such a beautiful face abruptly frightened him back into his stomach.