The tiger baby took out the gourd and held it on the head of the stick, which was not only a greater temptation and temptation, but also a silent hint and warning. ¤, if the two demon cultivators were wise enough, they should realize that it is possible for ordinary people to occasionally get a strange bamboo, but they can't explain it by coincidence. If they dare to do anything randomly, they may be fearless.
When he walked out of the stool, Huwa felt a little strange. Huwa was not good at blaming the owner of the stool who spoke for the monsters. After all, the incident happened on his ground. If he didn't speak out, he was afraid of offending the two gentlemen at the Peng Keng Mansion, but he just said a few words.
However, there were still a few idle people in the sacrificial sacrificing Huwa's ungrateful sacrificing sacrificiality, and even advised Huwa to give him a bamboo stick obediently. They may really respect Lord Peng Keng, but those who respect Lord Peng Keng may not be good people. There are always people who are competing for the power of others. They bully others by relying on the power of others, as if they can please Lord Peng Keng, and even themselves feel majestic.
Huwa has seen so many such people, so he cannot pursue anything in public. As for the two slaves in his house, they have not yet found any obvious mistakes. The two demon cultivators could see that the bamboo sticks in his hands were good, which only means that they are quite eye-catching. In front of everyone, the words they said were not too out of line.
At least they did not force Huwa to present the bamboo stick in public, but asked Huwa to offer it. Finally, they specifically emphasized that they had no intention of bullying people by relying on their own master's power. The words were beautiful, but in fact, God knew whether they bullyed people by relying on their power. If they reached this point, Huwa would not bother to argue with the two little monsters, and even scolding "a slap slave" would be boring.
But Huwa knew that the matter would not be over, otherwise the two demon cultivators would not have followed him secretly with malicious intentions. Huwa walked in Yeliang City with a bamboo stick, turned left and right into an uninhabited alley, and suddenly stopped and said, "Didn't I say I won't sell it? What do you two mean?"
Seeing that the rabbit demon's long ears and the badger demon Pirong had appeared at some point, blocking the tiger baby in the alley one after another. Although Mr. Pirong was smiling, his smile made people feel irritated. He only laughed and said, "This guy, my family is very rules. We who are doing business outside dare not ruin the reputation of the master, otherwise we will be punished when we go back. But I tell you, if you don't sell things today, you have to sell them, not only bamboo sticks, but also the gourd on the stick."
The rabbit demon long ear asked cautiously: "Where did your bamboo stick and gourd come from?"
Huwa replied honestly: "This bamboo is indeed planted by himself in the village. As for this gourd, I bought it at a market outside the east town of Boshi. I have been with me for a long time, and even the color has changed."
Long ears seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It's indeed a chance thing, and you are a foreigner from afar, so you are very lucky! We like the bamboo stick and the gourd, so we have to buy it."
Before he finished speaking, a figure with long ears flashed, and a gust of wind blew around Huwa. Seeing Mr. Changer stood back to his original place, there was an extra bamboo stick in his hand, and a purple-gold gourd was carried on the top of the stick. Of course, the rabbit demon was faster than the rabbit. He took advantage of the time when Huwa was stunned. He had used his talent to escape shadows and move everything, and grabbed everything in his hand.
Huwa seemed to be shocked by his magical powers and could not even speak. Mr. Pirong, on the other side of the alley, easily grabbed the thing, and the other party didn't even react. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was an ordinary person who accidentally got a strange treasure.
He walked up to the velvet and reached out to pat Huwa's shoulder. He seemed to wake up the guy from the shock, stuffed a small piece of stuff into his hand and said, "Look clearly, we are not snatching your things, but buying your things. Now we have two money and goods. If you go back and talk nonsense and ruin our reputation, don't blame us for being polite!"
The tiger widow looked down and saw that the badger demon stuffed it into his hand was a piece of gold the size of a fingernail, and he was almost happy. He thought in his heart that he was worthy of being a monster in his house, and he would really bully people with power. If they snatch things away directly, or kill people more ruthlessly, it would obviously not be suitable in this city block. Not only would it be troublesome to spread it, but the bamboo stick and gourd would not be able to be shrouded in the future.
Now, while there was no one nearby blocking him, he reached out to snatch the treasure and stuffed him a piece of gold. Is it not considered robbery after giving money? It depends on what to say. These two monsters Da Kexuan bought things, and Huwa has already collected the money. Even if Huwa wants to settle the score, he may not have any place to reason. He, a passerby, could he be a slave to the Peng Keng family again?
After a moment of dazed moment, the two demon cultivators had already left with the treasure, but a chill flashed in Huwa's eyes. I really didn't expect that in broad daylight, Lord Peng Keng's family was actually robbed by his own slaves in the city of Bashiguo. This is more depressing than meeting bandits in the evil mountains.
Even more unexpectedly, the slap that the badger demon Changrong slapped on his shoulder before he left was a secretly damaged magic power, which was hard for ordinary people to notice.
The sharp edge in Huwa's eyes slowly faded away, and he walked out of the alley with this small golden grain, and still headed straight to the city lord's mansion. He originally wanted to take a look at the city lord Xiaoyang, so he didn't have to visit him at this moment. He just went directly to the gate of the official office to beat the drum and complain. What would the city lord who took the on-site school exam bets and would deal with it?
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There was no city block in Bayuan five hundred years ago. Later, most of them developed from villages to market towns, and then from market towns to city blocks. Many city blocks still retain some shadows of the original villages. For example, there is an open space in the center of many villages, which is the place where villagers gather and meet, and it is often the place where the altar is located. Then there is also a square in the center of the city block on Bayuan, most of which are located in front of the city lord's mansion.
This square is where the sacrificial ceremony is held. What matters in the country are announced here to the public. It is also a place for people to gather and rest on weekdays. There are many big trees around the square, and there are many pieces of smooth bluestone under the trees. Many people are chatting there in groups of three or two, and children are playing around.
On the south side of the square, close to the area in front of the city lord's mansion, there was a huge area, and no one dared to approach without authorization. In front of the palace, there were also the city lord's personal soldiers on duty. When Huwa walked through the square toward the city lord's mansion, he suddenly stood still and turned around and reached out to signal, stopping a moving carriage.
The city lord's mansion is not a place where you can drive a carriage, but the carriage is inserted directly by, and it seems that the casting is not going straight into the gate, but to the other side of the city lord's mansion, and it should be about to enter the inner house through the side door. The carriage is carrying a tent with curtains hanging on all sides, and the person sitting on it should be the inner family in the city lord's mansion. The person who is chasing the carriage is a strong man, who should have skill in his posture.
The strong man who was driving the car suddenly saw a young man stopping in front of him and subconsciously shouted "Get out of the way!" Unexpectedly, the young man was the first to whisper: "Stop!"
The shout seemed not loud, but everyone around the square heard it, and there was a "buzzing" sound in his ears. The man who was driving the car actually shook his head and felt a little dizzy; and the horse pulling the cart couldn't help but stand still, and stepped on his hooves in uneasy. Huwa asked again: "Whose car is this, and who is sitting in the car?"
What a strange young man, he is too brave. When he saw that the car was sitting in the inner servant of the city lord's mansion, he actually reached out to stop him in front of the city lord's mansion and asked him on his own initiative.
The strong man who was driving the car was snatched by the other party's inexplicable momentum. He wanted to look fierce but couldn't get angry, so he had to gasp and answer: "The one who was sitting in this car is Mr. Ding Gong's wife. Where did the boy come from? How dare you block the road!"
Huwa frowned and said, "Master Ding Gong? I have never heard of who he is, where he comes from, and what is his relationship with the local city lord?"
Who is it? Do you have to answer questions for no reason? Under normal circumstances, the strong man who drives a car doesn't have to pay attention to it. But for some reason, his heart pounded and subconsciously replied: "Mr. Ding Gong is the uncle of the city lord's wife, the National Worker of Bashiguo, from Xifeng City, and now he lives in the city lord's mansion."
Huwa said again: "The snake pattern woman in the car, you have many old injuries and should have been tortured for many days. Why did you come to the hinterland of Bayuan? What happened to you? Please follow me to the city lord's mansion to explain it."
Even if the curtains were hanging on the car, Huwa was very clear about the situation in the car. There were two people sitting inside, both of whom were women. One of them described as being in his early twenties, but his bone age was actually only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he should be the wife of Mr. Ding Gong as the coachman; the other was about sixteen or seven years old, and he should be the maid next to Mrs. Ding Gong.
The tiger widow accidentally sensed the vitality and rhythm of the snake girl, and then noticed the car. The snake pattern women looked no different from ordinary people, but were charming and beautiful, but they developed much earlier than ordinary people and seemed very mature in their teens. It was surprising that the snake pattern women appeared here, and the tiger widow noticed that the snake girl had many old injuries.
Huwa is also a well-deserved miracle doctor. Not only has he treated many strange diseases, he has just suffered the most serious internal injury in his life, and has not yet recovered completely. Therefore, he is particularly sensitive to various injuries. If someone was injured occasionally a few years ago, it is not worth making a fuss, but this snake girl was covered in bruises.
The snake pattern clan is also a demon clan. The snake girl is born with a charming bone, but her vitality is actually more tenacious than ordinary people. This person's bone has been broken. Although the external trauma has healed, she should have undergone careful treatment. No scars can be seen from the surface, but how can the old scars in her body escape the sensation of the tiger baby?
Judging from her injuries, they should have been left behind for a period of three years. The snake girl who appeared in the hinterland of Bayuan inexplicably is now the wife of a certain national engineering master. She was covered in bruises and tortured three years ago. Even with her heels, she could be imagined that she was kidnapped from the Southern Wilderness three years ago and fell into the hands of that Master Ding Gong. (To be continued...)