Chapter 769: Master is angry

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When Diao Chan and others got their cloaks, they kept admiring.
Jun Luohua laughed, "The girl Yunyue really has a good eye. This cloak is very weird on paper, but it is really imposing when worn on the body. The best part is the neckline. This upright neckline just covers the nose of the population No need to bring a face towel. "
Dongfang said, "Yunyue's ideas have always been amazing, but can Luohua tell me, how do you embroider 35 cloaks in one day?"
Jun Luohua raised his eyebrows. "Don't forget, here is the hundred bird gate. The most important thing in the hundred bird gate is the craftsman."
Thinking of the various organs set up at the Wulin Conference, Dongfang was unaware.
"Where is a skilled craftsman, obviously a skilled craftsman." Dongfang Yan joked, "I must send a plaque back when I look back."
"The drop is King of South Zhao Guoxian? Isn't it right?" Jun Luohua also joked along.
"Nature is not. If outsiders know that there is a link between Bainiaomen and the dynasty, which will affect your reputation, how about using the name of the gatekeeper to settle down?"
"We don't want to interact with Assassin organizations."
The two laughed.
Diao Chan and others have impatiently put on the cloak, "Master, what do you think?"
The martial arts people are tall and straight. Needless to say, the three put on the cloak, covering their noses and noses, and the straight cloak under the broad shoulders hangs smoothly, and the hem flames burn.
"Yes." Dong Fang was satisfied.
Jun Luohua stared at me with an eyebrow. "Otherwise, let Yunyue girl also design a cloak for our one hundred bird gates, it really adds a lot of prestige."
"No problem." Dongfang Yi agreed quickly.
However, don't look at the two people talking and laughing. In fact, they know each other, and they are separated again. I'm afraid it's hard to see each other. I'm afraid this promise will never be fulfilled.
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Five days later, a major incident occurred in Luancheng, not far from the capital of South Zhao, and Hualiu Street was slaughtered.
Perhaps it is because of the popularity of the Nan Zhao Mandarin Dialect. Driven by the dialect, the drama and storytelling business are extremely developed. People love to read books, go to high-end restaurants, and down to the streets and streets, there are many storytellers.
The senior storyteller told the guests in the restaurant. Some novelist who did not have the ability to pick people up, set up a stall on the street, and surrounded it with numbness, and made a simple little theater storytelling.
On this day, a small street in Beijing was crowded with people, and the small theater that used to be numb was originally used. Because there were too many customers, the numb account was simply removed. Everyone handed in a few copper plates and listened to the storyteller.
Mr. Storyteller is a fat man in his thirties. He has a strong voice and yells loudly. "You guys are here to listen to Luan Cheng's case. Let's go straight to the subject. I wo n’t say anything about indefinite poems, only Luan Cheng The big case of Hualiu. "As he said, he slammed Wakewood on the rough table.
The huge street was silent, and everyone was glaring with eyes and ears, watching and listening.
"It is said that Luancheng is three hundred miles away from the capital city. It is located on the plain and fertile land. It is also the gateway to the west of the capital city. It can be said that the people are prosperous and law and order. Naturally, it thrives. There are many thin and fat birds, and there are countless Hualiu Streets in Luancheng. Among the top ten prostitutes in Nan Zhao, four of them are from Hualiu Street in Luancheng. "
Someone was anxious below, "I said, sir, can we take a bit to say something? We are not here to listen to the wind and snow, don't talk sticky."
Mr. Storyteller quickly said, "Oh, this officer is still anxious. Okay, let's hurry up." Then, he hit the Xingmu again, "In other words, it was dark that night, Luan. Chenghualiu Street was just a night away, and the guests were obsessed with the tenderness of the girls. The old ladies returned to the room to count the money. Suddenly, the largest blue house, Drunk Flower House, broke into a group of people who were tall and martial arts. The black hooded cloak is full of crimson flames. If a group of people come from Hell, they are like evil spirits standing on a mountain of swords and mountains. When the turtles and thugs find someone intruding, they immediately question loudly, but then Before he said anything, a silver light flashed, and the turtle man landed on his head. The thugs were no shortage of martial arts people, but they did n’t even see the movements of those in black and they were killed. "
The listeners took a breath, "It's true, isn't it exaggerating?"
Mr. Storyteller shook his head. "It's no exaggeration. The witnesses were not one or two. At least thirty women in the blue house saw it. Don't worry about the officials. Listen to me! What kind of people are the turtle and the beaters? They have eyesight. When they see that the other party is not a leisurely generation, they naturally turn around and run, but dozens of ghost-like people fly at the same time like shadows, and then the sword lightsaber seems to drop like raindrops, and the turtle Both the killers and the killers were killed, but this is not terrible. The most terrible thing is that no one makes a sound before and after, because as long as someone wants to speak, that person will die first! "
Someone in the audience was puzzled, "Bragging, if these people were killed, who told you? Is it your imagination?"
Mr. Storyteller shook his head. "Why did the janitor forget? I just said it, it was said by the Qinglou woman. These people killed the turtle and the thugs, and then killed the old man. The killing methods are all direct. Cut off your head, have you seen the beheading officials? Well, the blood spray can be said to flow into the river! But the strange thing is that they don't kill the Qinglou woman. If the Qinglou woman wants to shout, they either go to stun or Find something directly and gag, to ensure that the old turtle turtle and the thugs are dead, the group flew out and flew to the next green building. "
Everyone took a breath.
I heard assassinations, I heard that I rushed in and slashed people, but I have never heard such a silent slash. Is this a silent slash or a just assassination?
"Are these people from the rivers and lakes?" Someone asked.
Mr. Storyteller nodded, "Yes, this group is really weird. They are killers. They are still chivalrous. They kill all the old turtles who are good. They also kill a few of the land snakes. By the way, you Fight righteous, these old turtles do n’t offend them. Even if someone spends money to hire them to kill, it ’s impossible for the whole old Liuhua Street to offend anyone? Of course, the strangest thing is that the martial arts of these people are really It ’s too high, it ’s just a ghost! Later, some people from the rivers and lakes verified it and asked the witnesses of the blue house women to cross-examine. The conclusion was that this group of people's martial arts far exceeded the martial arts masters who walked the rivers and lakes! "
"Who are these people?" Someone asked.
"Kill the door!" Said Mr Shushu. "A woman in the blue building dared to ask, but I didn't expect them to answer it. It was called" Kill the Door. "
From then on, Fangmenmen became famous in the First World War and became a ferocious legend.
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Songling City.
One person was very unhappy.
No, it is a group of people who are very unhappy.
In the evening, Jun Luohua was busy with the task at hand, and came to another courtyard, the courtyard where the master and servant of the Oriental prince lived temporarily.
Diao Chan, who was returning from the courtyard, took a look at Jun Luohua, not as enthusiastic as before, only rolled his eyelids, "Here is the master of the gate?"
Jun Luohua coughed twice and frowned slightly, "What about Xiaoyao?"
"The master is in the room," Diao Chan said, thinking about it, and then added, "Drinking, but the master is angry, he may not be willing to see you, the master forgive me."