Chapter 47: Many strange creatures in the old street (1)

"This little thing doesn't look like Shen Fan at all."
In the depths of the old street, behind the counter of a wine shop, the middle-aged man dressed as the shopkeeper was playing with abacus, but from time to time he looked out of the door and suddenly laughed and commented.
At the only table in the lobby, there were several drinkers sitting, one of whom was Mrs. Deer who was able to hold everyone down with just a few words.
Next to Mrs. Deer was a girl in black with exquisite features.
However, even though this young girl is extremely handsome, there is a touch of unspeakable heroism between her eyebrows and her eyes. She will not be a young girl next year, but she will have a stern face and a sense of pretending to be mature.
Opposite Mrs. Deer was a young man in a blue coat.
It's just that the young man appeared silent, sitting there not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Twenty-two years ago, I said that Shen Fan's personality is more than calm and not enterprising. If he becomes an official in the court, he can still do something. If he is asked to take charge of the Shen family, he will control the future of the family for several generations. Sheng Jing will be defeated in his hands within 50 years."
Mrs. Deer lowered her eyes, casually stirred the wine in the bowl with her fingertips, looked at the swirling ripples, and whispered: "It sounds good, he is a successful person. If it is bad, it is just a mediocre mediocre."
With that said, Mrs. Deer stopped her fingertips, her palms were still as tender as a girl, pressing on the table, and said lightly: "Shen Fangge, this little baby, is a wicked talent."
"Haha, I can be praised by Mrs. Deer as a wicked talent, this little thing is worthy of this life." The middle-aged man behind the counter put down his abacus and immediately looked at the person sitting opposite Mrs. Deer, who never said a word. .
"See what I do?"
The young man stared back, "I am not familiar with the Shen family."
The middle-aged shopkeeper said helplessly: "I didn't ask you again."
Immediately, the middle-aged shopkeeper seemed to say unintentionally: "But you have bet half of your wealth on King Yan's mansion. We are not contaminated. You can watch the show. You are not afraid that the momentum that King Yan's mansion has finally cultivated will be Broke up?"
The transition of his words was so smooth that the young man’s eyes flashed slightly, his fingers were pinched secretly, but there was no clue on his face. It didn’t matter that he said, "It’s just a small fight. The general trend I want to fight for is not at the end. between."
"Gu Haoran, you also made your three-legged cat's method of development be careful of being struck by lightning."
The middle-aged shopkeeper seemed to have noticed something, with an expression that looked like a smile.
Secretly pinched the young man named Gu Haoran, who became angry from shame, and said in annoyance, "Jing Chi, do you want to fight?"
"Ha ha."
The shopkeeper Jing who had previously taught Qu Haijiao smiled without saying a word, took a rag and walked out of the counter, and threw it to the figure squatting in the corner, "Working."
Gu Haoran also looked at the young man in the corner and snorted, "Yao Dou, you can't even kill the immortal peak, so don't you be afraid that Lao Dong will come back and beat you again?"
The young man in the corner turned a deaf ear, got up with a rag, and limped around the shop.
Gu Haoran was about to speak again, but was stopped by Madam Lu with a calm gaze.
"Okay, how can I be angry with the children." Mrs. Deer said in a gentle voice: "Everyone lives in this street for some reason. Those other people think we are not easy to provoke, it is because they don't know the inside story, after all, it is a bunch of people. The undead who can't go home, really think of yourself as an expert?"
Gu Haoran suddenly smiled and said, "Sister, I didn't mean that."
Immediately he looked at the lame boy named Yao Dou, grinning, "Well, you used to speak for my sister before, this time I can't kill the steer. I will teach you something good when I look back. You can kill him in one year."
If someone else is present, you will definitely be shocked by the deep meaning expressed in Gu Haoran's words.
Who is Qu Haijiao? One of the two chief eunuchs in the palace, and claimed to be the strongest indestructible Holy Kingdom. He had reached an extremely terrifying realm in a flesh and blood fight, and even Grandmaster Ming You couldn't say that he could be killed easily.
Gu Haoran took the killing of Qu Haijiao for granted, and the deep meaning in it made people feel chills.
But then Yao Dou refused, "Don't learn."
Gu Haoran was stunned, "Why don't you learn?"
"Two years are too slow to learn." Yao Dou cleaned the counter with a rag, his tone of disdain.
This time even Mrs. Deer couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "You child, you are really unlucky."
Yao Dou, who was originally a little arrogant, touched his head and made a behaving in front of Mrs. Deer.
The black-clothed girl sitting next to Mrs. Deer raised her eyes, swept her eyes lightly on Yao Dou's face, and then ignored it.
"Forget it, this kid, Lao Dong didn't learn much about his skills, but he learned that crazy energy by seven or eight points." Gu Haoran waved his hand, smoothed the wrinkles in his chest, stood up and said, "Time Almost there, I am going to the theater."
"Look at it, don't help."
Shopkeeper Jing said flatly: "It's impossible to hide it with your nine-flow method."
Gu Haoran said indifferently: "Shen Fangge may not be sure to win. Everyone thinks that it is a small pebble. If you don't hit your head and shed blood, you can't take contempt."
"Not to mention, you can't kill me."
After saying these two endless words, Gu Haoran has already left the wine shop.
Jing shopkeeper standing outside the counter sighed.
Mrs. Lu squinted her eyes and suddenly stretched out her hand to touch the top of the girl next to her.
The black-clothed girl stubbornly avoided, her eyes kept staring at the bowl of wine, some thick eyebrows were raised slightly, and some were strangely beautiful.
Mrs. Deer glanced at her, stared at her for a moment, and laughed: "It's not time yet."
The girl frowned and pursed her lips, the look on her face was not sure whether she was disappointed or unwilling.
However, just as she frowned, the middle-aged man who was chopping meat in the old street butcher shop slashed, staring at the meat in front of him, his eyes showing solemn color.
Farther away, the two young men who were playing against each other's faces changed drastically at the same time, and they hurriedly pressed the chessboard.
It's a pity that they are still a step too late. They are led by an inexplicable machine, and the game of chess pieces jumps randomly. The game that was originally fighting to the end has been messed up.
The two young men smiled bitterly at each other and sighed.
Farther away, the clash of "ding ding dong dong" was constantly heard in the blacksmith shop, and the old blacksmith's suppressed anger yelled.
And in the medical hall in front of the deep alleys of the old street, the sloppy old man with closed eyes suddenly pulled off a beard and exhaled in pain. The elegant woman who was reading a book next to him raised her head and looked in the direction of the wine shop, helplessly and spoiled. A drowning smile.
The old man sat upright and complained: "When the child grows up, she will naturally have her own thoughts. If we tie her up all day, it is still the old neighborhoods like us..."
The plain woman closed the book and laughed without saying a word.
Seeing her, the old man didn't agree, he felt boring, and shook his head and whispered: "Press, press, you have hidden this female doll for more than ten years. Once you lift the sword into the world, you will have a headache."
"Five hundred years of forging the sword, five hundred years of sharpening the sword, the Deer Clan has hidden this sword for thousands of years. How magnificent is it to be born?"
"Old man..."
The old man muttered and lay back, his snoring gradually.