Chapter 567: Newcomer new business

People use money, and this is a polite question.
But the woman did not have the color of shame, and even the people around her did not, as if it were taken for granted.
"The fate of a person is expensive, and he is also awkward," she said. "Then I will fight for a price."
She said that she had extended five fingers.
"Fifty thousand two silver."
Miss Jun looked at her and smiled.
What is she laughing at? This amount is quite a lot, and the lady may not say so much.
The injured man was a bit worried.
Although the lady said that she saved them, it is not simply to kill her and to kill people.
These people have weapons that are forbidden by the people, and they are obviously well-trained and have different origins.
One exit is fifty thousand two, and the money is moving.
"More expensive than me." Miss Jun said with a smile.
More expensive than her? The injured man didn't expect her to come up with such a sentence. What did he mean?
"Oh? How do you say this?" The woman asked calmly.
"I used to have someone to once." Miss Jun smiled. "He asked me for one thousand two."
One thousand two?
The man with the injured brow jumped again. What does this mean? What is the meaning?
Is that she is also in danger? So not so powerful?
It is said that she can easily take out one thousand two, so there is no shortage of money?
"The price is not high." The woman shook her head and said, "You should be worth more money."
Miss Jun laughed and raised her sleeves to cover her mouth.
"No, he is asking for his own price and saying that he wants to ask him. He is worth one thousand two." She laughed.
Because of the laugh, her eyes became bright and bright.
The woman looked at her, although she had just murdered her eyes, although she was wrapped in a red and unremarkable cloak, but as she raised her hand, she showed the beautiful bluegrass lace in her sleeves, showing her long fingers and tender red on her nails. The eyebrows are bent.
Like all young girls who like people, youth is gentle and supple.
Moreover, the person she said must make her very happy.
"The price is still not high." The woman smiled and said, "Because Miss you are worth more."
Later, Zhu Xi was indeed a loss.
Miss Jun laughed again.
The injured man seems to understand, so is this awkward?
Is this suitable for this occasion?
Well, for this girl, she has enough strength to chat on any occasion, as long as she is willing.
"Miss, are you satisfied with my price?" the woman asked.
Miss Jun looked at her.
"Okay," she said, "the deal."
The woman held the arm of the young man and gave her a slight buck.

Thank you,
she said.
"However, you are all injured, first come to my house to deal with the injury." Miss Jun said.
The wounded man’s heart is once again paralyzed.
"Well, there is Miss Lao." The woman has been quietly responding.
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When Miss Jun took the pedestrian into the village, the villagers were not so curious.
It seems that this pedestrian has always lived with them.
Either they already know they are coming, or they are obeying everything about the lady.
Liang Chengdong thought of it.
Even if you follow it again, so many people will have a lot more to look at, but they don't have it. Even the children who are playing in the village to catch the stone are not.
Know in advance?
All along the way, these people were always there, and no one reported in advance. There were no villagers on the way to the village, and no one flew to report the message. The mountain road in the winter was very quiet, only a few birds.
It is really a mountain village. Like all the mountain villages, the villagers are also the kind of perennial work they have seen, including the dozen men who killed themselves. Only when they took out the bow and rifle, it was amazing. Hey, it’s unremarkable at other times.
It’s a strange mountain village.
"Uncles have worked hard." Miss Jun said at the entrance to the village.
Although this is the case every time, everyone is still not used to it. The restrained and shy smile makes the horse go.
A shy smile can appear on these men's faces, and Liang Chengdong's eyebrows are pumping.
What kind of person is this? Who trained such a group of people?
"Khan, do you go to my house to eat?" Miss Jun asked, "Do the croquettes you like to eat."
Zhao Hanqing shook his head.
"I am going home." She was excited in her eyebrows. "You let Liu Er give me the meatballs."
Today is the first time she has gone out, and the first time she killed a thief, she must be excited to talk to Xiao Yuzi.
Miss Jun smiled and smiled at her.
Watching Zhao Hanqing striding to the mountains.
"Come with me." Miss Jun said to the four men behind her, and pointed to their horses. "Your horse is sent to the horse shed, and some people are waiting for the horse, and they are nursed back to health."
Liang Chengdong looked around and everyone came in. It was already in the middle of nowhere, and there was no difference in whether or not there was a horse.
"Then there is work," he said.
Miss Jun waved her children to play under the big bluestone and let them send the horses to the shed.
The children happily took the horse.
"All the horses here are raised together?" Liang Chengdong asked.
"Our village is small, few people, live together, eat together, what is raised together, use together." Miss Jun said.
It’s a strange village. Liang Chengdong once again thought that what happened today was already strange enough. The cranky thoughts had followed Miss Jun to the front of a courtyard.
A girl and a few men greeted, Miss Jun let Liu Erfu help the woman get off.
The woman did not retire, and walked down with Liu’s hand.
"The rice is all done, and the house is packed." Liu Erzhen said, "Lie Dashu, they are ready for hot water."
When I heard the word hot water, the four men looked at themselves subconsciously.
Strangled, bloody, muddy snow, it is indeed not like it.
"Uncle Lei, they are dealing with your trauma." Miss Jun also ordered.
Lei Zhonglian responded, and asked several men to reach out.
All four looked at the woman.
"Go, let's get it." The woman said, patted Liu's hand. "There is this little girl who can wait for me, let's rest."
Liu Er snorted.
"I don't want to wait for you, I am waiting for my lady." She categorically refused.
This girl is really.... Liang Chengdong’s brow jumped again.
Women don’t think that they are laughing and not yelling at them.
Liang Chengdong and others did not insist on bowing down.
After taking a hot bath, the clean clothes are already outside, and the wounds of Liang Chengdong are also carefully wrapped. The three beds in the simple house are crowded. Only a table can be placed in the room. A large bowl of steaming meals.
"Four brothers." The young man sitting at the bed whispered, his hand pressed and touched on the bed, and his face was a bit difficult to hide. "There was a four-bed scorpion, and it was all cotton."
Even in their homes, there is no luxury to this point.
This remote and desolate mountain village, in a simple house, is so arranged, is this the collective hospitality?
"What is the scorpion?" A man standing at the table looked at the teapot, and his expression was astonished. "This is the white porcelain of the kiln, which we can't use every day."
It was so casually placed on a table in a mountain village.
Obviously, there is no sound, but everyone in the village knows that they are coming. Even if the hot water house is packed, then there must be a way for them to pass the message without knowing it.
So hidden, so perfect.
And their strong horses, their bows, complete weapons, and the extravagant and casual tools in front of them.
"I know." Liang Chengdong looked calm. "This should be a burrow."

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