Vol 9 Chapter 301: Killer House

Situ Mingqing, who is as old as the old locust tree, is leaning around, holding a bowl of hot tea, and sitting quietly by the fire.
The kettle on the stove was grunting white smoke, and the old man slicked the hot tea in the bowl leisurely.
The hidden powers hosted by Situ Mingqing have been bought and sold in various regions, especially the lamb noodle restaurant. It looks like a restaurant on the surface, but it is actually a very famous killer distribution center in the entire underground world.
After all, Yinwei also has to support his family.
Before Situ Lingfeng did not recall the hidden guards, all the hidden guards acted as killer middlemen ...
When Ye Qingxuan walked in from the door, there was a cool breeze along the way.
Situ Mingqing frowned slightly, without turning his head. He didn't move, but said coldly, "Close the door."
Ye Qingxuan Shun closed the door, walked straight into the inside of this old sheep soup noodle restaurant, and sat down at a table next to the stove.
In the whole noodle shop, except for Ye Qingxuan, there is only one shopkeeper, a buddy and a guest.
My buddy is more at ease than Situ Mingqing, sitting at the counter, his arms around his head, nodding frequently, noisily looking sleepy.
The guest was sitting in the most remote corner of the noodle shop. He was a Lenten with a scar on his face. There was only a pot of old wine and no side dishes on the table, so he thought about it. His knife was very good, and he put it on the table. It's within reach.
After Ye Qingxuan took his seat, Situ Mingqing didn't even say a word. He didn't even lift his head. He immediately went forward and lost a bowl of sea water, sprinkled a layer of oil, and filled a bowl of tea with grunts. After the kitchen, Ding Ding tinkered with it. After a while, a large bowl of mutton was dumped in front of Ye Qingxuan. Without asking questions, he retracted to the corner of his stove and pulled it up. Dry smoke.
Ye Qingxuan's heart was stunned, the Yan 13 that he thought he had installed was already cold enough. I didn't expect that the old man of Situ Mingqing was colder than him.
When you arrive at a place, you must observe the rules of one place.
Ye Qingxuan did not expect that the connection person would be Situ Mingqing. It seems that the death of Zhan Yu brought a great touch to the old man. He even went out to the Xiazhou government to meet himself.
He stated his identity, but Situ Mingqing should have guessed it. After all, Situ Mingqing helped the staff.
Ye Qingxuan took over the rice bowl, and without a word, Xili snorted and ate.
Really delicious!
No wonder Situ Ling Feng, who always has nothing outside, mentions the miscellaneous noodles and lamb stew here when he mentions a feeling of nostalgia ...
Ye Qingxuan ate deliciously, and the old man was pleased, so he got up into the kitchen, and the rhythm of the chopping board sounded for a moment. The old man brought out two plates, a plate of mutton, a plate of mutton, and A small dish of dipping sauce, still the same, was thrown in front of Ye Qingxuan, without saying a word, returned to the corner and smoked.
This old man ...
Ye Qingxuan showed a smile and ate sweeter.
Wow!
At this time, the tightly closed room door opened from the outside again, and a cold wind ran down the door, followed by the two figures.
The temperature that was originally hot and warm suddenly became extremely uncomfortable, like the most comfortable quilt being lifted open, and even the person with good temper would get upset at this time.
This time, not only the old man Situ, but also Ye Qingxuan frowned.
"Close the door!" The two snorted in unison, then smiled at each other.
The guy sleeping on the counter did not wake up, and the guests in the corner also did not speak.
The atmosphere was weird.
With a cold humming from the last come-in Dahan, he did not care about the "closed door" drinking order, pushed the young man in front of him, and walked towards Situ Mingqing squatting by the fire.
The two were obviously not the same. The young man pushed away by the big man was flushed, his right hand clenching the hilt of the sword was already white, and it seemed that the sword could be challenged at any time.
Killing is the most basic thing in this business, but hesitated for a moment. The young man did not pull out his sword. It seemed quite a sigh of sorrow. He turned and closed the door, like Ye Qingxuan, and found a seat. Sit quietly.
Dahan Han glanced at the young man with a disdainful look, and then filled Ye Qingxuan and the corner man with a threat, and said to Situ Mingqing: "Old man, I heard that you have recently made a few big deals here ... I do n’t know the shopkeeper Is it possible? Tell him that the big man who can make him a fortune is here ... "
虬 髯 Dahan is very imposing, just like a hand warmer that was thrown in the quilt, but the quilt is very comfortable. This hand warmer does not fit in here, but looks more than enough.
"Get out of here!" The original man who was full of hope only got this response. Situ Mingqing spit his cigarette, and that sentence was more like a by-product of this cigarette.
Da Han's eyeballs stared at a sudden, his anger almost sprayed out of his eyes, his right hand holding the handle was even whiter, his voice sank and he said, "Old man, what did you just say?"
"Get out!" Situ Mingqing didn't look back, and said lightly: "No matter where you hear the news, if you want to survive, get out immediately ..."
虬 髯 Dahan suddenly became furious and yelled: "I am the" Zhan Duan Shan "in Yanzhou, and you dare tell me this ..."
Peng!
The words did not fall, people had flew out.
Except for Ye Qingxuan, no one can see how Situ Mingqing shot.
The blood-stained Dahan Han turned over and stood up again. Not only was the palm print on his cheek clearly visible, but his mouth spit out several white teeth.
"You, you you ..." Dahan Han was shocked, and finally understood that the old man in front of him was by no means the one he could provoke.
Situ Mingqing slowly got up, walked to the back kitchen, and said at the same time: "Get off, your skill is better than the child who came with you ..."
The young man looked less than twenty years old. In the eyes of the old man, he was indeed a child.
"What?" Uncle Han was so angry that he turned his head and looked at the young man who was covering his mouth to steal music.
"Cut off the mountain" was almost stunned by anger ~ EbookFREE.me ~ scolded: "I would be better than this yellow-haired boy? Old dog you ca n’t be blinded? I will kill him now Look……"
In order to prove the ignorance of the old man, Du killed the whole person and rushed out, hey!
A cold light flashed on the blade, and the sheath was about to emerge!
But the knife was only half pulled, and it stopped moving ...
Because the youth's sword has pierced his throat!
Sword into an inch and three points.
Du's body began to tremble, and the person had not yet fallen, and naturally he had not died.
The smile on the young man's face remained, and he said lightly, "You are famous? What's the use of this? As a killer, thinking about how to become famous is not a good thing."
Du killed him, his eyes were protruding.
The young man continued: "So you are still dead."