Chapter 1471: Powerful old mage

Chapter 1471 Powerful Old Master
As night fell, Luo Qiu walked alone on the streets of the town - suddenly, he found himself not rushing back to the manor... In fact, he did not actually have to go anywhere.
Just because the maidservant is temporarily traveling, and Dazhe is also in the middle of the cracks... Nero is not there, only the Loya who spends more time sleeping than the waking time.
Among the manors, it is estimated that the only one who is awake is the artificial intelligence left by the maid's lady to deal with the daily sundries [Eve]... Ren Biao is not even in this foreign country.
Luo Qiu found that he was not in a hurry to go back, in fact, because there is no one in the manor waiting for him to return.
The manor was the property of the maid's lady, and the manor even made Dazhe and Nero clean very clean... it was spacious and bright, quiet and comfortable, but it was not a home for the time being.
At the time of Mr. Smith's restaurant, there was still no opening here, as if Mr. Smith was still in the hospital with his wife who had not spent a dangerous period in the observation room.
Someone in front of Mr. Smith’s restaurant, said hello to Luo’s boss, it should be the old customer of the restaurant... but apparently it was only a stranger who met for the first time.
He may also regard Luo Qiu as an old customer here.
The residents of the town seem to have such enthusiasm... Perhaps because the town is not big, in fact, the relationship that everyone knows is not so much living in the same city as it is in the neighbourhood.
The old customer who was at the door of the restaurant probably was really unhappy about not being able to eat Mr. Smith's food today. He just caught a person who stopped at the entrance of the restaurant and spoke up. invite.
"Hey! Brother, are you interested to accompany me for a drink? I treat you!"
Luo boss looked at the old man and the little scottish skirt worn by the old man, and finally politely declined.
"Sorry, sir, there are people in the family waiting for me to go back."
"Haha! Very good!"
The old man in a small dress didn't mind, but said with a more appreciative look: "You really should cherish your family! Believe me, young man, this is the most correct thing in the world, what you regret later." There must be this one that has not been with your family! God-bless-you!"
The old man in the small dress nodded and nodded... Luo boss remembered this sentiment from life and gently said to the old man, "I also bless."
The old man probably doesn't know the meaning of the sentence [I bless]. He probably thinks that this is actually the meaning of [God-bless-you]... or, that is directly.
But he obviously left happily.
Luo boss left the small restaurant and continued to stroll on the streets of the town. He remembered Ren Ziling, so he picked up his mobile phone and thought for a while before he sent a message: Remember to have lunch.
However, in an instant, Ren Biao, who was outside the seven time zones, returned a long piece of information. Luo Qiu looked down and read it carefully. It seemed that the sound of her voice gradually sounded.
Then he stopped... There was a group of people blocking the road and blocking him.
......
Correctly speaking, the people who block the road did not say that they deliberately want to block who is going - they are just a group of passers-by who curiously gathered together: eating melons.
Luo boss took the phone and took a look. It was really a young man who found two Asian faces. At this time, he was holding a watermelon while eating and watching... The road people were surrounded by a group, and it looked like it was A fight?
Many people even raised their mobile phones for shooting and uploading - in fact, the fight is over.
Inside the crowd, I saw a man wearing a black robe... I should have stayed in a jumpsuit, but I didn’t know why I opened it. At this time, I was stretching out and grabbing a young collar. The young man gave himself a picture that was raised with one hand.
There are still a few unmoving guys lying on the ground... They are probably the tall, young friends who are being lifted up?
Looking at such a picture, it is easy to think of such a small story.
A few young people who had nothing to eat and had to do some fun, suddenly met a funny guy wearing a black robe and covering his face on the street. It was too boring and the young door came up to challenge. Even opened the other's hat.
I thought that I was a buddy of the king. As a result, I thought that it was the bronze bald old man who gave the direct anti-killing... and so on, so there is the present scene.
By the way, the bald head of the bald-headed old man in black robes has a tattoo like a scorpion.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go! Please let me go! Sorry! I am still a child!"
The young man who was raised high was horrified at the moment with tears and pleading for help... I don’t know who the child was, but someone in the crowd recognized him... the people in the town were more enthusiastic, and Once in front of Luo’s boss.
It was still the little lady who had a lot of talks in front of the restaurant - he pushed the crowd out and walked out.
"Hey, man." The old man in the little skirt reached out and put it directly on the shoulder of the bald-headed black robes. "Listen to me, you really don't have to care about such a child. If they really offended you." Then you have given them enough lessons! Believe me, things will continue, it will not be a pleasant thing... What do I ask you for a drink?"
The bald-headed uncle of the black robe heard the words and said that he would throw the tall young man to the ground. The young man after landing suddenly slammed his legs and let the body move quickly... He moved to the ground and did not As for the companions, it seems that even if they have the idea of ​​fleeing, they have not thought about discarding their partners.
It’s just that no matter how he shakes, the partner lying on the ground can’t wake up.
"Child, call an ambulance." The old man in the skirt frowned at this moment, then glanced at the uncle of the bald head. After sinking for a while, he directly grabbed the other's arm and said with regret: Sorry for the buddy, I think I can't ask you to drink for a while... You may be a little heavy when you start, you see these children are stunned by you. Believe me, I know these children, although they are naughty, I also often yell at them... but I won't be so heavy. You have already constituted a crime."
The bald man in a black robe finally had an expression on his face... I saw him sneer, and the backhand grasped the palm of the little skirt and grabbed his palm, and buckled the wrist of the little skirt.
"No one can set my sin... humble human!"
"What?" The little skirt old man heard the words, he looked at the wrist that he was clinging to death, his eyes squatted subconsciously, then frowned... The forehead slammed forward and hit the ball directly. This bald man's nose is above!
Oh--!
Such an impact is very painful at first glance! The crowd suddenly sounded like this, and the sound of a cool breath!
The bald man in a black robe showed an incredible look.
He was probably a bit of a slap in the face of the old man's head, and a little nosebleed from his nose.
The bald man subconsciously reached out and touched his nose, looking at the blood stained at the fingertips. His anger flashed past his eyes, and the depressed and low voice slowly sounded: "The ignorant mortal, you dare to... !"
It seems that this little skirt grandfather seems to be also a temper. At this time, another head is squatting up and hit the bald man again.
"Is it so awake? Man! If you are not awake, I don't mind giving you a few more!"
"You... find death!" The bald man in the black robe made a cold voice at this moment. He jerked his hand out and his palm opened, facing the little skirt, "Under the burning of the hot sun fire, Repent of the crime you committed... mortal!"
The little skirt old man heard the words and subconsciously jumped. It seemed that between this moment, he felt an unprecedented fear - only he blinked his eyes, but nothing happened.
It really did not happen - only the black robe bald head stretched out five fingers, seriously in the crowd... screaming and talking quickly!
"I am the descendant of the great of war, Ares! The flames between heaven and earth punish me for ignorant and ignorant mortals!"
The five fingers of the black robe bald man opened again, then pushed forward... nothing happened.
"The heroic soldiers of ancient times... I summoned the name of the descendants of the gods Ares, why annihilate the sinners in front!"
At this time, he grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and the five fingers of his right hand opened again, and pushed forward in a slammed way... nothing happened.
"The esoteric power of the ancient gods...!"
The little skirt old man probably couldn't stand it anymore. This time, he was too lazy to use his head. He came up with a normal uppercut and directly hit the belly of the black robe bald man.
Don't look at this little skirt, the old man is some older, but the thighs outside the small skirt are solid muscles, obviously have the habit of long-term exercise... This fist is estimated to be not small.
"God is it? Is the ancient soldier right? God power is it!" The little skirt old man directly grabbed the neck of the black robe bald man, pressed his body, and beat each other with a fist - until finally The black robe bald head beaten on the ground, staring at Venus, climbing can not climb up, only to sort out some of his messy little skirts and clothes, screaming and saying: "neuropathy!"
Later, the ambulance arrived, and several young people who had passed out of the coma were taken away. Then the patrolman of the town arrived, and the black robe of the anecdote was handcuffed and brought to the police car.
The crowd is gradually dissipating, because there is nothing worth watching. Life is like this. Things that are worth stopping for are happening all the time, but it is very short...not someone who cares for you. Who wants to stop for him for one night?
"Mixed kid, don't give me a fuss in the future! Nothing to study well, don't stroll around the street at night!" The little skirt old man learned the only young man who didn't faint in the past, screaming: "You used to Dad is not as naughty as you are!"
He didn't dare to talk back at this moment, but he couldn't help but nod.
"Let's go! Go to the police station to record your mouth, I will stay with you, don't be afraid! But you need to say things once, what should be done, absolutely not vague! I will not be partial to help you!"
"Know, know!"
Later, the patrolman came over and asked the little skirt grandfather to politely call the police car... It turned out that the old man used to be the policeman in the town, but he was already retired.
He is the oldest of their former... I heard that it was indeed a temper, but there is also a nickname, "Good neighbor, Uncle Pique."
After the police car left, even the two Asian youths who were eating watermelon did not know when they left... Luo Boss went to the scene of the incident and waved his hand, only to see a sewer cover next to it, suddenly And something slowly rose.
It's a gray crystal... Crystal probably doesn't know when it falls into the sewer.
Holding this crystal, Luo Qiu took a look at it, and then, with one hand, it seemed like nothing happened, and slowly disappeared into the streets of the town night.
......
"Name! Speak!"
The black robe bald man was sitting in the office of the town police station without a word, staring at the people around him - especially the small skirt who shot him down on the ground: the good neighbor Uncle Pique] Uncle Pike.
These people are called Uncle Pick, and they are very enthusiastic... But the black robe bald man secretly suspects that this uncle, who is wearing a Scottish skirt, may be a powerful old mage hidden in the world. - Otherwise, you will never be hit so easily!
It must be like this!
The bald man even frantically recalls what happened with Uncle Pique in his mind - he suspected that this unknown and powerful old mage must have secretly poisoned himself, otherwise he would not become so weak. !
He found that the great power of his great goddess Ares remained among the descendants of his descendants, and he could not use it at all! His body like a steel, it is easy to let the old Master's fist give blood!
Not only that, he couldn't even summon the soul of an ancient soldier to fight for himself - he turned out to be the most ordinary mortal!
Even the guardian of the Dark God Lord has not produced any effect at this moment... This is a terrible thing in this world!
At this point, the police could not ask, but had no choice but to look at Uncle Pique.
Uncle Pique shook his head and sat in front of the black robe bald man with his legs crossed. He said: "Well, name, address, contact information."
The black robe bald man was silent for a moment before he slowly said: "Respected human power, forgive my rudeness... Excuse me, who are you?"
Uncle Pique: "???"
(End of this chapter)