Villager: Because the big bull is mine.

Police: Where is the calf?

Villager: It's mine too.

The situation is almost similar, not much difference.

Chen Bufan has a black thread.

"Young man, the person you are looking for should not be in our village."

The old man hit the soil on his body, took out a cigarette pipe between his waist, lit it, wrapped it hard.

"Grandpa, we won't make it wrong."

"If you don't believe it, you can go door to door."

"Then I won't bother."

"Young man, it's dark and it's snowing soon. I have no place to stay tonight. You can come to my house."

"After all, the visitor is a guest. As the host, you still have the etiquette you should have."

The old man said enthusiastically.

"Thank you."

Both of them went out and began to wander around the village, pausing at the door of almost every family.

Just ask a few simple questions when you meet someone.

After about thirty houses, there were scattered snowflakes floating in the sky, falling on the top of the head, shoulders, cheeks, and every corner of the world.

Without exception, there are no clues.

The two were a little discouraged, but did not give up until it was completely dark.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no intention of stopping. It had already passed through the ankles and left footprints on the ground.

The ground was snow-white, and it was as if it was a valley seal.

"Girl, your wound is fine?"

Chen Bufan cared about it.

"No problem, it has healed a lot. Your golden sore medicine is very good, it is even better than grandpa's, and it recovers faster."

Nangong Xiaoxiao praised her endlessly.

"Of course, the successors of the two saints of medicine and martial arts are not called for nothing. The golden sore medicine must be top-notch."

“What should I do now?

Go back to the village chief’s house and stay for a while?"

"This is the only way, otherwise we can find a cave."

"The village chief's house."

"good!"

The two returned, but there were only a few families who didn't ask.

It's late, so it's not too late to disturb me. It's not too late to visit me tomorrow.

Anyway, you have to ask the question to the end.

Gan Jiang Moye is too important to Chen Bufan and he is bound to win.

Try to fight for as much as possible, grab as possible if you can, and steal if you can. You can do whatever you want.

If a man does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

Chen Bufan just wanted to improve himself.

Getting two famous swords is an important way.

"The two little guys are back. Come on, we just cooked the meal and there are homemade rice wine at home. Let's have two glasses to keep warm."

The old man said enthusiastically, with a smile on his face.

"Old man, I'm in trouble."

Chen Bufan remained silent and took out an ingot of gold in his arms.

"What is this?"

"Our meal money."

"I'm so surprised, put it away quickly."
Chapter completed!