Under the black cotton hat with knots, there is an ordinary face that has experienced many vicissitudes and is covered in yellow.

His hands were like old farmers among the ridges, huddled inside his cuffs, carrying a bulging black numb snake bag, and carrying a heavy snow of goose feathers, walking in a narrow street in Anpingfang, Xicheng, Nan'an County.

"I want three pounds of beef with sauce, two roast chicken, two roast duck... I'll have to hurry up."

In the slightly shabby deli restaurant, the white-blooded guy looked at the ordinary middle-aged man in surprise.

"My fellow villager, can you finish eating it? It is best to eat cooked food made by our Lijia Shop now. After a long time, it will not be delicious!"

The middle-aged man smiled honestly, stomped his feet, which seemed to be frozen, and carefully took out a few coins of broken silver from his arms, handed it over, saying,

"There is no way, there are many people in the family. I have raised a few kids when they grow up and can't delay it. And this is about to celebrate the festival. I also want to reward my family more."

The guy didn't say much. According to middle-aged people's requirements, he wrapped the steaming roast chicken and beef sauce in paper, handed it over, took the money, and just wanted to find money for someone, but saw middle-aged people trot and slipped away.

"This stupid guy, I just ran away if I don't even want money. I don't feel sorry for you when you go home."

The guy smiled happily. Such good things are not often happening. The shop is small and the location is remote. People who are always budget-conscious are poor people. Where can there be Ma Daha who is so insensitive to money?

However, he did not doubt the identity of the man. He just felt that there was something wrong with the man's family and was anxious. Anyway, he had the benefits to make money, so he didn't care who the other party was?

A small person has a way of living and his own goals. The guy only cares whether he can make more money. He has no time and no mind to pay attention to the identity of a guest he meets by chance.

On the other end, I calculated that the food I bought in batches was only enough for one day. The middle-aged man put the yellow paper wrapped in cooked food in a snakeskin bag, and did not dare to wander outside. He hurried back to his old house in Anpingfang, which could also be said to be a stronghold.

Along the way, his face was no longer as good as before, he looked worried and his eyes were empty, as if he was thinking about something difficult.

The old house is located in a narrow alley on Tonghe Street, Anpingfang. Neighbors have already moved away. The surroundings are quiet, making them look unpopular.

From the outside, the old house generally maintains a relatively distinct shape and can be used to live in it, but the walls are mottled, and the red paint on the door has gradually faded under a long period of erosion. There are many holes at the bottom, which looks like front teeth with leaks.

A bare willow tree in front of the gate was now covered with white snowflakes. From a distance, it looked like a white lighthouse, giving people a strong direction.

The middle-aged man relaxed his heart, glanced around, and felt it with his spiritual sense. With his outstanding martial arts, he did not find anyone following him, and even the surroundings were pale and could not even see a ghost.

Rubbing his feet, snow splashed, pulling the snakeskin bag like a soaring bird, rising up from the ground lightly and quickly, and entering the old house.

The courtyard was even more desolate, but there were vague sounds of fierce quarrels in the main hall in the north.

The middle-aged man's face changed, his eyes became cold and dissatisfied. He waved his arms, strode in, and pushed the door open with snow and dissatisfaction.

Heading towards me was a man with a big head and a small body, extremely ugly stepping on the bench in the center of the house, waving his arms, his face excited, as if he was saying something.

Not far away from the man, the woman with gorgeous red makeup was half exposed with her breasts. She applied transparent oils from somewhere to her face, leaning her back to the sky, and moving. If her breasts had not been undulating, she would almost think she was a dead person.

On the west side of the room, there were 90% of the twins who looked similar, but they were actually surrounded by a double bed, playing go chess and go chess. Each of them had a long, thin bamboo stick in their mouths, full of interest and concentration.

Finally, there was a powerful and majestic man lying on the soft collapse beside the window on the east side.

He has dark skin, tough and domineering muscles comparable to marble, and his wild aura is also very comparable to people. Unfortunately, his aura is slightly weak, and there is a vague black air in the middle of his eyebrows. He is obviously seriously injured and has not recovered.

Seeing the middle-aged man pushing the door open, the originally noisy room suddenly became quiet. Several people turned their attention to the middle-aged man, to be precise, the middle-aged man's snakeskin pocket.

"Third brother, you are finally back. I'm just telling me that I'm going to find you!"

The ugly man with a big head and a small body put down his waving arm awkwardly, and while smiling, he showed his black teeth.

"What are you quarreling again? Do you know that we have not yet gotten rid of the Meng family? If anything is heard by outsiders and heard by the Meng family, we will run away like a stray dog ​​again."

Middle-aged man is the third son of the seven monsters in Minshan after disguise. He is named Taoist Zhaihua. He is originally very handsome, but in order to cover up his eyes, he makes himself look very ordinary and has no aura of a martial artist. He has great skill in hiding Qi Kung Fu.

This is all due to the mysterious and mysterious Jingang he practiced, and the others were not so lucky.

Therefore, while avoiding the pursuit of the Meng family, in order not to lose contact with the outside world, the third Taoist Zhaihua from time to time, to purchase medicinal materials for daily life and to treat injuries, and to inquire about the whereabouts of the boss, hoping to meet up as soon as possible and leave Nan'an, the tiger's den.

While speaking, Taoist Piercing Flowers walked to the iron basin placed in the corner of the room, washed his face quickly, washed away the various disguise potions and powder on it, and restored his original appearance.

The fourth brother who seemed to be beauty, the beautiful woman who was still moving, spoke.

"The third brother, you can't blame my man. We have been waiting in Nan'an for a long time, but we didn't even find out the boss's news. We were bored, so we suggested whether to withdraw first.

After all, my second brother’s injury cannot be continued. Without the earth’s core fruit, I can’t eradicate the thunderous force in my second brother’s body.”

As soon as the beautiful woman finished speaking, her dick lying on the soft collapse had already started to speak.

"Fuck me, I see that you couple are greedy for life and fear of death. Have you forgotten the vow we once made that we will never abandon brothers and sisters in our lives? If you two want to run away, don't use me as a shield.

Even if I die, I have to find the boss first, otherwise I will die with my eyes open."

This man is a tough guy. Although he is weak and seriously injured, he still remains strong and has no fear of death. He is just very upset that he was unable to find the boss of the Seven Monsters.

When he heard the big iron hammer say this, the ugly man with a big head and a small body turned red, and his neck was so angry that he had two rounds of thickening.
Chapter completed!