"Everyone, listen to me!" Ding Sheng was not bothered by the noise from the crowd, so he could only shout loudly.
As soon as Ding Sheng spoke, everyone fell silent, which shocked him. However, it was finally his turn to speak. He glanced around and coughed lightly, then clasped his fists and shouted to everyone.
Said: "Ding Sheng, I am very honored to receive the love from all brothers! However, I have other things to do and cannot stay here for a long time. Therefore, I am very sorry that I cannot join the brothers' regiment!"
"What? Brother Ding, do you look down on our Green Wolf Corps?" Upon hearing Ding Sheng's rejection, a rough man immediately started to drink.
As soon as the man from the Green Wolf Corps finished speaking, a short, middle-aged man with thick round arms hit a machete with his hand and said dissatisfied: "Yeah, is it true that our Firebird Corps is not as discerning as Brother Ding? As long as Brother Ding has nothing,
Request, just say it and you won’t have to look for other excuses to frustrate us!"
As the two of them finished speaking, others also started to protest.
Not to mention anything else, Ding Sheng still knows about the Green Wolf Corps and the Firebird Corps. These two regiments are among the top twenty regiments in the Raging Flame Mountains, and their strength is extraordinary. Now the second leader of this regiment has come to invite
Naturally, I felt a little embarrassed when I joined, but was rejected in public.
But Ding Sheng really didn't want to stay here anymore, and he didn't even think it was a good thing to be with these ruthless adventurers. In his heart, he always disagreed with the behavior of these people.
Therefore, this is more or less what they said. Ding Sheng does look down on these people in his heart, and looks down on their ruthless banditry of killing people for their own benefit and dominating the land. Therefore, as for what they said, Ding Sheng
Time doesn't know how to respond.
"Everyone, since little brother Ding doesn't want to, why do you have to force others to make things difficult? For my sake, let's all leave!" Seeing that Ding Sheng's face was a little depressed, the old man finally came forward to mediate. To be honest, he naturally didn't want Ding Sheng to really join these companies.
The Corps went to do those evil things. At least he thought that this little guy's future would be limitless. How could he be trapped in this mere Raging Flame Mountain Range?!
When everyone saw that it was the old man who was persuading, the clamoring voices gradually faded away. Although everyone had a look of reluctance on their faces, they finally dispersed.
In fact, if they don't disperse, there is absolutely no possibility for Ding Sheng to join them, but he doesn't know how to deal with such a situation for a while. After all, he is just a boy under eleven years old, and his behavior is naturally not that of this group of people who have been wandering around outside all year round.
Adventurers come with sophistication and familiarity.
At this moment, with the help of the old man, Ding Sheng got out of the situation. He turned around and hugged the old man with a fist and said gratefully: "Thank you, old man."
The old man waved his hand and told Ding Sheng: "You're welcome, but you have to be careful of those people. If you want to go back, it's better to take the carriage at the post station, so that these people won't dare to stop you halfway and cause endless trouble.
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Hearing the old man's words, Ding Sheng finally came to his senses, thanked him again and turned to leave. As soon as he took a step forward, he thought of something again, turned around and asked, "Old man, I want to ask you about someone, can you tell me?"
"Oh? Tell me." For some reason, the old man was very happy to see Ding Sheng behave elegantly and sincerely. He had not spoken so much to anyone in these years and he suddenly became interested.
"I wonder if I have ever known a young lady named Murong Ruoxue." Ding Sheng thought for a while and then said.
"Are you talking about Miss Murong?" The old man was a little surprised, then he looked at the Nu Yan Notes on the counter, and then a clear smile flashed on his face and said, "Haha, little brother, Miss Murong is my employer.
How could you not know?"
[Today I burst out to 10,000 words in one breath. Please collect and recommend it to everyone. I don’t have the motivation to look at that little bit of data!]