Chapter 40: Robbed again?

Since there had just been a heavy rain last night, a faint white fog permeated the forest until noon. The sun also hid behind the thick clouds, and the whole sky looked a little gloomy and melancholy.
　　 A crow on the side of the road seemed to be disturbed by something. It flew from the ground with flapping wings, making an angry and sharp cry. The sound echoed in the quiet forest for a long time.
　　 After a while, the sound of singing came from a distance.
"In that distant place,"
　　 "There is a girl named Weaver Girl."
　　 "On the blue seashore."
　　 "There is a girl who turned into a snail."
　　 "They are so gentle and kind,"
　　 "I don’t care if you have a luxury sports car,"
　　 "Are there any designer clothes."
　　 "They are so cute and beautiful,"
　　"I don’t care if you have a million yuan in deposit,
　　 "Are there three-story suites."
　　 "……"
　　 "Oh..." A pleasant chord sounded.
　　 "This good girl~!
　　 "What a nice girl~!"
　　 "Unfortunately, none of them are human girls."
　　 "Oh~!"
　　 "They are not human girls~!"
　　 Following the song, a mule cart came slowly from a distance.
　　 When the singing ended, a young man about sixteen or seventeen, with black hair and bright eyes, got up from the car. He asked the petite and pretty little maid sitting next to him: "Vera, do you think my song sounds good, Master?"
　　Vera hesitated for a long time, and Ai Ai said in the final stage: "Master, how come your song is not good. I think your song is the best."
　　 Lorraine sighed as she looked at her innocent and pretty face, and the long, curled eyelashes that avoided her eyes. Said: "You don't know what art is at all~!"
　　 then turned to the person driving the car and asked, "Bardo, what do you think?"
　　 Bardo's whip hand paused in the air, then laughed twice, and said, "My lord, do you want to listen to the truth?"
　　 Lorraine said unhappily, "Of course, Master, what do I want to listen to lies? If you have anything to say, it doesn’t matter, Master, I’m very generous."
　　 "Then I'll tell you the truth." Bardo was tortured on the road, and at this time he turned his mind and said, "My lord, this weird instrument you made is indeed very good, with a beautiful sound."
　　 Lorraine sighed and said, "Just say but~!"
Bardo paused and said, "But your singing... I'll tell you the truth, don't be angry. You used to rap and sing badly called sheep, which I have never understood. Now when I listen to your song After your instructions, I finally know. It turns out that the voice of a person singing can still be like this."
After he finished speaking, he was a little worried. He turned his head and glanced at Lorraine's face. He was shocked: "Wow, Sir, what's wrong with your face? Doesn't it matter? You said, no angry."
　　 "Am I angry?" Lorraine snorted and sat down.
He drew the strings at random, paused for a while, and said, "Bardo, I remember the last time you were lazy at work and ran to the kitchen to chat with Aunt Nancy’s daughter, don’t you? Dare to be lazy during working hours? Picking up girls, your bonus this month is gone~!"
　　 Bardo grinned, and said with a wry smile: "Lord, we don't take revenge like this. You can't speak for nothing..."
　　 Just when they were messing around, they saw a figure jumping from the small mountain bag next to them.
　　 The man jumped off the mountain and immediately fell a strong butt, and he screamed in pain. But then he forcibly endured the pain, got up from the ground, rubbed it twice, and then shouted: "Robbery~!"
　　 The voice is high-pitched and crisp, obviously a child who hasn't changed his voice.
　　 Bardo hurriedly stopped the mule. The three of them looked out at the same time.
　　 I saw a white and tender little boy standing in the middle of the road with hands on his hips, chest folded, majestic.
　　 He is about eight or nine years old, his small face is flushed, his skin is white and red, and he looks extremely delicate. He had black hair on his head, and under his long eyelashes, there were a pair of smart and sly big eyes. Those big eyes were black and bright, gleaming like black gems, and even allowed the person on the opposite side to see his reflection.
　　 This doesn't look a bit like a robber, it's just a little fat sheep who was sent to the door.
　　 The three of them looked at each other, and there was a slight smile on their faces.
　　 The man was not afraid to see the three of them, he couldn't help stomping on his shiny deerskin boots, and said angrily: "I said robbery, did you hear that?"
　　 Lorraine saw this and couldn't help but smiled and said to the maid next to him: "Vera, did you see it? Your companion is here~!"
　　Vera blushed immediately, she rolled up her sleeves, and was about to jump out of the car to teach the little hooligan who knows no height. At this moment, hearing a sound in the grass, a dozen tall soldiers stood on the hill.
　　 "Don't move, wait a minute." Lorraine hurriedly reached out and grabbed Vera.
　　 The little boy turned around, looked at the soldiers, and couldn't help complaining: "Carter, why did you come out like this? I don't know what to cover my face. This will expose his whereabouts."
　　 The leading soldier hesitated for a moment, and said: "But little...Master, you..."
　　 The little boy shook his little hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay. It's a trivial matter, I can solve it."
As soon as he turned around, with one hand on his hips, with the other hand pointing at the big men behind him, he said to the three of Lorraine, "Have you seen? These are all my people. You can't beat us. I rob you." Hurry up and pay the money, and I can let you go. Let us all save trouble~!"
　　What kind of person is Uncle Lorraine. Every gold coin is strung on the ribs. To take it out, you have to pull it down with a vise, and each one is covered with bloodshot eyes. What's more, the young girl next to him is also desperate for money.
　　 One of them can be counted as Mo Wu Shuang xiu, and the other has five muskets in his hand, which is extremely powerful. Now even if the lich came back then, he still had a fight. What's more, just a few gangsters?
　　 Beating them and plundering, it is not bad luck.
　　 Lorraine wanted to do it right away, but when he saw the soldiers standing on high places, he felt that they would not be that simple.
　　 I saw them all with serious expressions and extraordinary bearing. Just one stop there, standing upright like a pine, standing still. A violent murderous aura that only those iron-blooded elites who have experienced the blood of the corpse mountain have come forward.
　　 He reached out and pressed Vera who was eager to try, then looked at the little boy, touched his chin, smirked twice, and said, "You want to rob?"
　　 "Of course." The little boy with pink makeup raised his head proudly, then folded his waist, impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, get the money quickly."
　　 Lorraine turned his head and thought, "What do you want?"
　　 The little fat boy opened his mouth and just about to speak, Lorraine had already said first: "Gold coins, silver coins, copper plates, checks, money orders, bank cards, IC cards, IQ cards, do you want all of these?"
　　 The little boy thought for a while, and replied very seriously: "Although I don't know what the ones you are talking about later are, it doesn't matter if you give them all to me."
　　 Lorraine burst out laughing suddenly.
　　 Hearing his laughter, the little boy blinked his eyes in a puzzled manner, feeling strange and angry. He stomped his foot and said, "What do you mean?"
Lorraine stopped his laughter, and then said solemnly: "Do you know that it is because of someone like you, that our originally promising profession will be looked down upon by people. UU Reading www.uukanshuu .com"
　　 "We...we?" The little boy touched his head and suddenly understood, pointing to Lorraine and shouting: "You...you are a real robber."
　　 "Huh? No." He saw the musical instrument next to Lorraine, and said: "I just heard clearly, there is a guy with a pentatonic sound that is called a ghost..."
　　Vera and Bardo heard this and couldn't help but laughed out loud with a ‘pouch’ at the same time.
　　 Lorraine glanced at them with a sullen face, and made up his mind to deduct their salary for the next month.
　　 I heard the little boy continue: "Don't lie. Where are you a robber? Obviously you are a singer and a performer."
　　 At this time, a breeze blew, Lorraine plucked the strings in his hand, and suddenly made a pleasant sound.
　　 The sound of the piano is mixed in the gentle breeze, like a fairy music, making these people who have never heard of a guitar unnoticed for a moment.
　　 The little boy exclaimed, and involuntarily said: "You are so good at playing."
　　 He blinked his long eyelashes, recovered his senses, jumped instantly, pointed at Lorraine’s nose, and said,
Look, I’ll say you are a singer. Who would play such good music for ordinary people?

　　 Lorraine couldn't help but draw the corners of his mouth. Is this a curse, or a compliment? Besides, what happened to the singing? Back then, in his world, some singers could still become superstars, but house tickets, carriages, and carts were rolling in.
　　 He thought about it, and decided to educate the fat little thief on the opposite side.
　　 At this time, they still don’t know how their fateful meeting will leave in Ru Man’s history books, what a strong stroke it will become a classic and legend sung from generation to generation.