Chapter 968: Small bald

Knife Gao Yang became a new celebrity in Saitama City. He killed a catcher and triggered a series of sensational events, which eventually led to the complete decline of Montessori. He did not die or even be punished. It was a miracle, like a battle. Aftershocks that occurred after the earthquake. Literature Museum
"Dragon King and the One Step King think that I am a personal thing, so I am asking for a to the Western Regions and the city governor, and give me a special feature." Gao Yang stood at the wine table and once again told his escape experience, very happy. Someone listened to their own words and was treated as a dish by other swordsmen.
"Yesterday, you said that no one is taking care of you. If you come out yourself, today will become a special feature?"
"Wait for tomorrow, the tall knifeman may be killing the birth from the North City."
Everyone laughed.
Some people still remember his words yesterday. Gao Yang also smiled. He soon found that the laughter around him was not very friendly. He threw the wine bowl on the ground with a bang, and the fierceness was revealed. "You two boys are tired of living? Come, Let me cut a knife around my neck and you will know if what I said is true."
A knifeman shut up, smiled and shook his head, saying that he did not know him. Another knifeman rushed up and staggered. "You and Wu Xuan did not accept the ban, so no one was looking for You are in trouble, I have a ban on the military service, you dare to kill me, you are looking for death."
Gao Yang's face is red, his muscles are stiff, his eyes are as white and black as the wolf. "You look for it." When he pulled out his long knife, he knew that the other person said yes, but he couldn't stand this evil.
The provocative knifeman was scared, and the wine woke up halfway, slowly sat down, and groaned in his mouth. "I just said this..." Other alcoholic people are familiar with this kind of scene, and they are persuading or fueling the fire. It’s often something between someone’s thoughts. Everyone didn’t see the blood tonight, so someone immediately got up and pulled Gao Yang and pressed him to his seat. He suggested two words:
Drinking.

"Drinking!" Gao Yang grabbed a wine bowl who didn't know who it was, and he drank it. "His grandmother's, don't let murder, you have to drink. When you don't want to drink, let's not be jealous." Yucheng is mixed."
Spicy liquid brings a warmth, Gao Yang’s heart is quite emotional, but he can’t express it, so he has to poke a long knife to the table. I scared everyone to jump, and then shouted: "You, for me to say a word, Jinpengbao is not a killer, Laozi take over, who wants to kill, find me. Fair price, clean, give me a business, pay you Two percent."
"There were five to five divisions..."
"It used to be the former. Now it is now, and Laozi is not alone. This is not a helper. He also scores money."
The helper has been sitting on the side of Gao Yang. Wearing a knife-shaped short plait on his body, he wore a scarf wrapped in hawkers. There are no weapons at the waist, and they are not in a group of alcoholic. When drinking, they are careful, staring at them for a long time before they swallow a small mouth, as if it is a poison.
When I heard Gao Yang mentioning myself, the helper trembled and hurriedly said, "I don't kill."
"Follow me, I have to kill." Gao Yang was full of emotions, licking his helper's arm and picking him up from his seat. "Will you not kill anyone? No money, who will give you alcohol? No alcohol, but also mixed. What is it?"
Although casual killing has been banned, Gao Yang’s words have been praised. The helper feels that he is still good at home, so he shouted twice. He did not expect that the business would come to the door.
The old man sat at the door and seemed to have listened for a while. Then he came over and said, "Would you like to collect money and kill?"
"Of course." Gao Yang proudly looked around.
"how much is it?"
"That depends on who you want to kill. The minimum is one hundred and two, and the top is not capped."
The old man nodded and seemed to think that the killer was professional enough. "Come with me." Then he turned and walked outside the pub.
Gao Yang tightened his belt, put away his waist knife, and threw out the silver and threw it at the treasurer. "Nobody should go, wait for me to come back, the treasurer, get ready for the wine, I will treat you tonight!"
Everyone screamed, Gao Yang had just stepped out of the pub, and the alcoholic behind him pointed at him with a joke. The timid helper was left by the partner and vaguely heard someone say, "Haha, the old man is unlucky... ..."
Gao Yang didn’t hear anything. In his eyes, the old man who walked in front was like a pile of white flowers. Even if there was a knife on his neck, he would have to catch up. The poor helper had no choice but to Can follow with you.
Gao Yang suspects that he drinks too much, because no matter how he speeds up his steps, he can’t always go to the old man in front. It’s not far away, sometimes seven or eight steps, sometimes fifteen or six steps, always in sight.
Hey. Old man, go slower."
The helper is more worried about another thing. "The front can be getting darker."
"I am afraid of something, there is me." Gao Yang has let go of his helper and stepped forward to catch up with the old man in front. He was thinking of neither darkness nor murder. The only thought was to catch up with the old man.
The helper obviously will work harder, but he has not been left behind, but his heart is more and more uneasy. "Do you want to kill in the city? You can talk in the pub."
Gao Yang is a little impatient. "Little bald, do you still want to be vulgar? In Saitama City, you have to be courageous, gold and silver everywhere, women in groups, you have to grab it, this old man has a look The master of money... Hey, old man?"
They have reached the edge of the South City, the darkness of the narrow alley, only a little faint light in the distance, the old man running in front has disappeared.
"I think..." The voice of the helper is shaking. "I don't think it's right. You still take me to see the Dragon King or the One Step King. You can get money without killing."
"Cut, the money that comes from murder is good for drinking, come with me." Gao Yang's fierce appearance also has a majesty. For those newcomers who are new to the beginning, they are tempted. The helper only hesitated and followed up with obedience.
The lighted courtyard door is hidden. Gao Yang pushes the door and pulls the knife out. She is alert that he still has it. "Old man, I have no time to play hide and seek with you, come out, or else I Burned your home."
Hey, the light is off, Gao Yang brushes a few knives. When he touched it, he was angry and shouted. "Dare to play me? Remove your kennel! Little bald, give it to me."
No one answered.
"Little bald?" Gao Yang screamed again, stopping to listen, except for his own breathing, there was no other noise.
The little bald child has been awake, but he has been clicked in the acupuncture point. He couldn't move, his mouth couldn't be said, he only knew that he was being resisted on his shoulders. He was driving all the way, and he didn't go far. He couldn't tell the direction.
Someone came to pick up. The little bald child was covered in a black cloth, and this time he could not see anything.
After walking a quiet road, the surrounding area suddenly became noisy, as if returning to the core of Nancheng, the soft call made his heart pound.
The noise disappeared, the little bald was thrown on the ground, and then the cloth disappeared and the acupuncture was solved. He regained his freedom, but did not dare to move, lying on the ground, panicked at the old man who caught him.
The old man is fifty years old. The hair is gray, the look is gloomy, the body bones are very flexible, and there is no sign of aging at all. "what's your name?"
"Shi Shi, Shi Qingjue, who are you?"
"Give you a chance. Guess."
"You are the dragon king or the master of the one-step king."
"Oh, nonsense, guess again."
"You are... you are the master of the Dragon King." This is not so much a guess, but rather a hope of Shi Qingjue.
The old man stared at him for a moment. "You should be the dragon king's hand. I heard that you have something to sell, take it out, and quote a price. I can do this business with you."
Shi Qingjue trembled in his heart and knew that he had guessed wrong. "Things are not on me. Let's first bargain, then you will pay me a deposit. I will bring things to you and collect the rest."
"Hey!" The old man snorted and pulled out the personal dagger. "Then I will quote the price first, use your own life, and change that."
Shi Qingjue was prepared for the threat, or was scared, and extended his right arm. He said, "You will kill me, you want something, no way."
The old man sneered, "Little monk, it is not so easy, it is not easy to die," the old man gently removed Shi Qingjue's wrap towel, revealing a smooth head, the dagger clings to the scalp and draws, "You have Half an hour to consider, during this time I will draw something on your head."
Shi Qingjue’s eyes followed the dagger and moved around. When he was motionless, he would point out martial arts, but he couldn’t use it at the moment.
Wait.

"Well, this is like obedient nephew, saving time." The old man straightened his waist and did not put up the dagger.
Shi Qingjue puts his clothes on the ground and sits on his knees. He puts his hands in a low voice and reads the money. So he can exchange money for the same thing. He doesn't want to hand it over.
The old man's eyes are erected, and the dagger is raised again. In Saitama City, there is no shortage of bragging. This monk is probably no exception. It is not necessary to waste half an hour, cut off both ears and watch him say no truth.
The alarm suddenly rose from the back and the old man froze.
"Oh." A voice rang from behind. "It's not early, you should sleep too."
The old man fell to the ground obediently and really fell asleep.
Shi Qingjue stopped reading and looked at the sudden old man who was suddenly surprised. "I recognize you, you are the Dragon King."
"Hey, is my reputation so bad? No one knows me without mentioning the Dragon King."
"Wooden old man, you are called the old man." Shi Qingjue cried, the name is really good to remember.
The old man smiled. "This is like a word, Shi Qingjue - is the real name called Shi Jueqing?"
Shi Qingjue nodded with a red face.
"Hey, four monks and blues are really monks. If you recognize me, then tell me the truth."
"How much can the Dragon King pay?"
The old man’s head smiled.
Enough you are going to the north from the south side of the people’s alley, as long as you can stand it.

The mind was suddenly seen through, and Shi Qingjue was red-faced, but he was indeed willing to do this business. "I have a list of four Sangha in the world, recording the names and experiences of all people before and after they were born."
"What is the use of this stuff?" Wood said, frowning. "I thought it was a secret of martial arts."
"Since it is useless, why did the Dragon King send people everywhere to inquire about the details of the sorghum?"
Gu Shen has ordered Xu Xiaoyi to collect the situation of the four Sangha blue monks for a long time, and the information obtained is very pitiful. The old man is slightly aware of this, so he crossed the old man who fell on the ground and touched two on Shi Qingjue’s head. "Come on, I will take you to open up and talk about it."
Shi Qingjue blushes like a grilled river prawn, but his heart is extremely excited. This is the way he wants to talk about business.
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