The female supporting role who passed through time was poisoned again

Chapter 94 Untitled 3
Zihua looked at the ingot of silver in his hand, and was a little surprised, when did coolies have so much money.

The manager saw through her doubts and patted her shoulder hard, "Young man is very strong. Come back tomorrow! If you make ten trips, lunch will be included."

It turned out that he wanted her to come back tomorrow. Seeing the bright light on the silver ingot, Zihua suddenly regretted it.

Originally, she thought that going to Qian Laoer's place to get an errand would be quick enough to support her daily expenses in this world, but she didn't expect that moving things was the fastest way, even if it was not decent, and it couldn't be connected with her mission.

Pity.

Zihua didn't answer yes or no, just thanked him and turned to leave.

The person in charge was also a sensible person, and he just felt that he was losing money for paying so much work.

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Yuefeng Restaurant.

Horses neighing outside the door, and the sun was scorching hot.

Three strong men with big scimitars stepped in, their thick legs bent, and they sat straight on the empty table in front of them. Following their sitting postures, the big scimitars in their hands "slapped" With a bang, it slapped on the table.

Heavy panting followed.

The three strong men were obviously furious about something.

The waiter in the store shook the towel on his shoulder, swallowed uneasily, and under the urging gaze of the landlady, moved in front of the strong man at a turtle's speed.

"Guest...Guest, three guest officers, what would you like to eat?"

Hearing his stuttering voice, the man with a scar on his face became even more unhappy among the three, and stared round, "Ke...Ke...Ke, your brain is scalded by hot water! You stammered. Baba, serve me three jugs of the best daughter's red wine, and peanuts for the wine."

Xiao Er kept listening with bated breath, and when he finished speaking, he heaved a sigh of relief, bent over to say hello, and walked quickly to the bar.

Seeing his eagerness to escape, the brawny man felt inexplicably upset, and after scolding him, he shouted, "Put more chili on the peanuts."

After shouting, he suddenly felt much better, but he still felt a little unhappy.

Just at this time, the strong man sitting across from him brought up that irritating incident again, and the fire that had shrunk in his heart burned up again.

"Your uncle, what kind of gang is that? It's called a formation. It's really nosy. Even if I want to seduce a girl, I have to interfere with it. Maybe one day, they will interfere with other people's sons getting married. I really want to destroy this gang. Formation."

The strong man sitting next to him became angry when he heard what they said, "That's right, just because we have more people, we are bullying us because we have fewer people. I think we have to take a group of brothers to kill them tomorrow, otherwise we will follow this plan." Momentum, maybe one day we will be squeezed out and enter the top ten in Jianghu."

Another strong man was lazy, touched his nose, and suggested: "We brothers don't need to do anything. Aren't the guards looking for them? Just tell them where they are and let them catch them."

The burly man with the scar on his face disagreed with his statement, and patted his head with his hand across the table, "Are you a pig's brain? What time is it? They must have left by now. Besides, the reporter How can we relieve our anger by ourselves."

At this time, the wine was served, and the strong man who had already had a dry mouth stopped chatting. He picked up a pot of Nurhong and drank heavily.

Just as he was drinking, he suddenly felt something was wrong, spit out all the wine in his mouth, and shouted: "Shopkeeper, what kind of daughter red are you brewing? Why do you drink so boringly?"

Suddenly being called by someone, the shopkeeper who was leaning on the side of the booth withdrew her gaze from the window, twisted her slender waist, and came to the strong man's table. She was also used to this kind of thing. She didn't make any excuses, but said softly: "I'm sorry, guest officer, for making you drink so unsatisfactorily. I'll ask someone to change the pot for you right away."

She turned her head, and wanted to ask Xiao Er to bring up a pot of real wine, not watered ones, but the strong man waved his hand and refused.

"I don't want Nurhong, I want something stronger than this, a ton of rice wine you brewed yourself."

There was a slight hesitation on the shopkeeper's face, and he frowned slightly. Looking at his fierce face, he finally did not dare to neglect, and carefully replied: "I'm sorry, sir, there is only the last bottle of tons of rice wine left, and It has been bought by the young man at the window."

The strong man raised his thick eyebrows, and the scars on his face began to become hideous.Today, I was angry because of bad things, but now I don't even have the wine I want to drink. This bad luck must have an end!
Breathing heavily, he stepped closer to the window. When he saw the thin figure of the man, he grinned with a hideous smile.

"Hey boy, give me your jug ​​of wine."

The shopkeeper didn't expect that he would snatch the young man's wine, so he panicked and hurriedly took his hand and persuaded with a smile: "Oh! Sir, this young man was sitting here drinking this wine half an hour ago. I'm afraid there isn't much left. I think you should come back tomorrow. Tomorrow I will bring the private wine from home. I have been brewing it for 15 years and it will definitely taste better than this."

The strong man didn't listen to her rhetoric and insisted on this jug. Seeing that the young man didn't speak, he stretched out his thick five claws straight to the jug of wine on the table.

The restaurant is really a good place to inquire about news.

Zihua took a sip of the good wine in his mouth, raised his eyes, and took the wine away from the strong man with his slender fingers, and filled the wine glass by himself.

The brawny man was dissatisfied, looking at her meaningless face, he wanted to tear it up even more, so without saying a word, he just grabbed her.

Seeing that the strong man was about to hit his favorite, the shopkeeper became anxious and hurriedly stepped forward and took his hand.

The strong man was furious at this moment. How could she be persuaded by a woman? He pushed her to the ground with a flick of his backhand.

Seeing this, Zihua's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the moment the strong man was stunned, he grabbed his neck.

Her fingers are long enough to hold even a thick neck.

One hand is hard.

The strong man's face quickly turned purple, and his scar, which was almost the same as Zihua's, also turned dark purple. He stared round, bent his body, and struggled desperately with his hands.

Seeing this, the two strong men who were walking with him felt a little despised that he couldn't even deal with such a thin man, but they still drew their machetes and drew their swords at Zihua.

The windows on the first floor were open, and the light was bright, illuminating the two large scimitars.

Zihua pulled the corner of her mouth, and the scar on her right face was also lifted up, showing that she was a bit unrestrained. She was not afraid of the cold on the machete, and pinched the strong man's hand, adding some strength.

The strong man in his hand was so painful that he immediately waved his hand to signal the two to put down the knife.

Seeing this, the two strong men hesitated holding the scimitar, looked at each other, and then put the knife back into the sheath.

Almost at the same time, Zihua pushed the strong man in his hand to the ground, sat back down, held the wine glass, and drank all the wine in the glass. Then he looked at the strong man sitting on the ground, and saw that he was sitting on the ground. The bearded mouth opened and closed, breathing heavily.

(End of this chapter)