The night is still deep, and the mountain road is wide.
It's still the same: Luo Bo is the shopkeeper, and it is better to take a leisurely walk.
And Mao Xiaoyu was panting with the leftover wine and bowls of wine glasses, and hurried to catch up.
Turning a corner, Luo Bo's back disappeared from his eyes.
"Boss, boss, wait for me."
Mao Xiaoyu ran away.
Luo Bo copied his hands, and said a weed in his mouth, looking at her with the eyes of 'hating iron does not become steel': "What are you panicking about?"
” "In the middle of the night, I don't dare to walk alone at night."
Mao Xiaoyu told the truth. still got Luo Bo a white eye: "Haven't you seen a ghost?"
” "It's different."
Mao Xiaoyu explained: "The location is different. ” "Cut."
Luo Bo shook his head in disdain.
However, Luo Bo's pace slowed down a little.
"By the way, boss, there should be no taxi now, how can we go back?"
Mao Xiaoyu glanced at the clear sky and the bright moon, and considered it very realistically.
Luo Bo looked at her out of the corner of his eye: "If it weren't for your burden, I would have gone back to sleep a long time ago." ” Mao Xiaoyu opened her mouth to refute, but when the words came to her mouth, she wisely shut up.
This old monster has many ways to come and go without a trace.
"Thank you, boss, for accompanying me on this night road."
Mao Xiaoyu flattered and thanked him.
"Don't thank you verbally, do something practical."
Mao Xiaoyu was puzzled: "What is the actual one?"
” "In the future, I will have breakfast, lunch and dinner, and you will cover it."
Luo Bo smiled evilly.
Mao Xiaoyu jumped up on the spot: "I have three meals?"
” "No problem, right?"
"There's a problem, there's no money."
Mao Xiaoyu was loud and straightforward.
Luo Bo shrugged: "You will not be poor soon." ” "I ......"
Mao Xiaoyu swallowed her throat and lowered her voice: "I, I have no father or mother, so I have to save some money for my own marriage." ” 'Poof, hahahaha.
Luo Bo laughed.
Mao Xiaoyu is also considered to be in a hurry, and he stubbornly made this reason.
But as soon as he smiled, his face began to turn red.
"What are you laughing at?
I'm telling the truth. ” "I believe it, hahaha, I believe ......"
Luo Bo laughed breathlessly.
In order not to give him three meals, she was able to open her mouth.
Even the marriage petition moved out.
Mao Xiaoyu puffed out his eyes and hated: "Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh to death."
Hum!
"Leave him alone, go first.
"Hey, Sister Four-Eyed, I suddenly discovered that you have a hidden special ability......"
Luo Bo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Mao Xiaoyu glared back at him, thinking with his toes that it was not a good word. “…… You are born to talk about cross talk, or stand-up comedy.
"Revealed, it's really not a good word.
"You just said cross talk."
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Mao Xiaoyu turned his head angrily and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Luo Bo laughed out loud.
At the foot of the weighing mountain, the street lights are still on.
Mao Xiaoyu took out her mobile phone and rummaged through it.
It's already so late, and you can't call a taxi online, right?
"Boss, do you really want to go back?"
"Or else?"
Mao Xiaoyu glanced back at the weighing mountain and said with a smile: "Otherwise, let's find a place to sit and wait for a little light, and then go to the breakfast stall to have breakfast and then go back, how about it?"
” Luo Bo yawned: "I'm so sleepy." ” Yawning is contagious.
Mao Xiaoyu also yawned and echoed: "I'm so sleepy too." ” "You sit slowly and wait for dawn, I'll go back first."
Luo Bo walked away.
"Hey, boss, wait for me."
Mao Xiaoyu caught up with him and said helplessly: "Okay, let's go." ” Although the weighing mountain is in the H city area, it is still a 40-minute drive away from Zhuangyuan Lane.
In order to prevent falling asleep while walking, Mao Xiaoyu talked to Luo Bo without a match.
"Boss, are you familiar with Lord Chenghuang?"
"It's ripe."
"Is tonight's wine and food a loan, or is it your treat?"
"Count me in."
"Doesn't the City God owe you a favor?"
"He owes me a lot of favors, not bad."
"That Chenghuang Ye surnamed Zhao, how can he look more majestic and less kind?"
Luo Bo stopped and said quite seriously: "He, you can't be contemptuous. ” Mao Xiaoyu followed and nodded seriously: "I respect all the City God's Lords."
I heard that only household names who have made great contributions during their lifetimes can be competent, right?
” "That's right."
"Then Zhao Chenghuang Ye ......"
Anyway, Mao Xiaoyu searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and he didn't remember who this Chenghuang Ye surnamed Zhao was?
Zhao Gongming?
No way, that's the God of Wealth.
Zhao Yun?
It's even more impossible, Zhao Yun is known for his loyalty and martial arts, so why is it also the martial god?
"He is from the Qing Dynasty......"
Luo Bo replied.
Qing Dynasty, somewhere in the northwest.
Zhao Chenghuang Ye (hereinafter referred to as Zhao Ye) is a small soldier.
However, he is not a soldier or a ruffian.
Not only is he diligent and hard-working, but he has completed the tasks assigned by his boss very well.
Because he is an orphan and does not flatter and flatter, he has not been promoted, at most he is just a herald under the account of his boss.
When he wasn't on duty, he just wandered around the city and drank a little wine.
I never go to the Qinglou, and I rarely go to the restaurant to eat and drink, and I am quite different among my colleagues.
He is not social, so he has very few friends.
If you don't call friends, you will have more time to get down to business.
One day, it was Zhao Ye's turn to take a break.
He went to the blacksmith's shop to get a long knife that he had paid for.
Because of the rumors, there were riots in nearby counties and cities.
The weapon in his hand was no longer very effective, so he thought about making a new knife to use for self-defense.
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The blacksmith shop was closed.
Zhao Ye didn't give up, he went around to the back of the shop and prepared to say to the blacksmith he was familiar with.
Who knows, there are two young men squatting at the back door of the blacksmith shop, their eyes flashing, and they scan the surroundings alertly.
Zhao Ye was taken aback.
He was a small soldier, and he usually worked hard, and when he saw this situation, he intuitively felt that something was wrong.
The two lads were new and occasionally spoke a half-sentence, with an accent that wasn't local.
Zhao Ye hid to the side and watched coldly.
Soon, a few more ordinary people who looked ordinary came, dressed in robes and with raw faces.
The young man stopped the robed man, interrogated them in a low voice, confirmed that it was correct, opened the back door and let them in, and then continued to guard vigilantly.
Zhao Ye in the shadows muttered in his heart: What is this for?
Is a blacksmith shop sneaky like this?
Zhao Ye swept his eyes and observed the terrain.
There are still people living around the blacksmith shop, but they are not far away.
Zhao Ye has an idea.
He crept up to his neighbor's roof, crept up to the skylight above the blacksmith's shop, and squinted to see that there were many robed men gathered in the upper room.
Whispering something.
Zhao Ye's heart was alarmed: Something is wrong!
If there were out-of-town guests at the blacksmith shop, it would never be such a move.
He cautiously moved closer, hoping to hear a word.