Dragon Son-In-Law God Of War

Jiang Beichen looked at the bronze statue of Vermilion Bird above the city gate in shock, an unprecedented sense of tremor flooded his body.

"Military Gate!"

At this moment, Zhao Qun next to him suddenly called him.

Jiang Beichen recovered his senses, but when he looked up again, the bronze statue of Vermilion Bird above was calm again, as if he had never moved.

He even thought he had hallucinations just now.

"Junmen, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qun asked with a puzzled look. Just now, his military gate was motionless for three minutes, not knowing what happened.

"No, it's okay!"

Jiang Beichen's face was faintly pale, feeling a force in his body about to move, Jin Chan and Mo Gong felt a little abnormal, almost unable to suppress them.

"Junmen, there are sugar sellers over there, I want to go over and take a look!"

Old Zhao Qun blushed and said.

Jiang Beichen shook his head helplessly: "Go, walk by yourself!"

After the two separated, Jiang Beichen hesitated and stepped across the Zhuque Gate, behind which was a large square.

The view on the square is very open. At the moment, many old men and women are playing Tai Chi in the middle of the square, and there are also nine-section whips and diabolo.

It turned out to be a cultural and sports park.

If people are cleared out, it is indeed a good venue for competition.

Jiang Beichen walked inside the square.

A group of fortune-telling old men were in front of them, licking melon seeds together.

"Little brother, do you count it?"

"Little brother, look at your hall of darkness, has there been any bad luck recently?"

"Brother, come, come, no object, right?

Come to me, I will give you a fortune, and immediately let you off the order, not working, no money! "

A group of old men hurriedly came over, trying to fortune Jiang Beichen.

Jiang Beichen shook his head and laughed. He didn't expect that there would be so many tricks under the imperial city.

There was just an old man, always sitting on a wicker chair, covering his face with a newspaper, motionless, as if he was asleep.

When Jiang Beichen passed by, he suddenly stopped and glanced at the sign next to him, saying, "Jinkou is broken, there is a million gold in one hexagram."

Ah! If it weren't for destiny, anyone would dare to have such a big tone, even if the ancestor Zhou Wenwang came, he wouldn't dare to say that he was a golden mouth.

"Old man, wake up!"

At this moment, a Huang Mao brought a group of people over from a distance, came to the old man, and kicked him in the calf.

The old man seemed to be disturbed by his dreams. As soon as he trembled, the newspaper slid down, revealing an old face.

Jiang Beichen frowned. At this age, he is probably more than eighty years old, and there is no black hair. If it is not forced by life, how can he come out to set up a fortune-telling stall.

It's not easy for the world! But at this moment, the head Huang Mao suddenly said, "Old man, new here, right?

Set up here, know the rules, don't you? "

"rule?"

"What's the rule?

I'm just a fortune-telling stall. How can I know the rules? It's better to ask my brother, what are the rules? "

The old man asked with a grin, an expression of a smile.

"Go, don't get close to me, what sloppy look! This cultural square, my yellow hairy site, come here to set up a stall and charge management fees, you know?"

Huang Mao asked coldly.

Everyone else had a sympathetic expression, and the old man was afraid that he was going to be unlucky.

Is the stall set up here casually?

The so-called management fee is actually the protection fee. This yellow hair is a famous street guy of this generation, and there are people on the city management side. This person came here to set up a stall and does not worship the dock. I am afraid that he will be slaughtered today! "Oh, do you need management fees?"

The old man patted his head, shook his head and said, "Sorry, brother, just tell me, I will give you how much it is!"

"Not much, just three thousand!"

Huang Mao sneered and said.

"Three, three thousand?"

The old man’s payment for money stopped immediately, and said bitterly: "Little brother, can you be accommodating? I just came here this afternoon and it hasn’t opened yet. Where can I get so much money?"

"Then I don't care. You have to pay for setting up here. Besides, you are so old and don't have children, do you?

Let your family come over! "

Huang Mao quickly said.

The old man Dang even pulled his face down and cried and said with a smile: "Little brother, you are really telling me. I counted my life for my life. I committed five evils and three deficiencies. I was punished by God. No children!"

"No children?"

Huang Mao froze for a moment, and immediately said coldly: "Don't be so nonsense, there are no offspring, relatives or something?

You'd better pay the money honestly today, or else, if you fall and bump today, you can't blame me! "

Huang Mao said in a gloomy voice.

There are too many people crying poor with him, but he doesn't eat that set, his hands are dark.

Everyone else knew what the Huang Mao was doing, shook their heads, and persuaded the old man one after another.

"Old brother, why don't you give the money!"

"Yeah! You and I are both fortune tellers, and you should know that disasters are coming!"

"Hurry up and call your family, you can't hide away!"

Several other fortune-telling elders also followed suit.

With a bitter and helpless expression on his face, the old man said to Huang Mao: "Little brother, I really don't have any relatives or friends. Why don't you do this? I'll give you a divination, so I can pay the money?"

"Fuck you, tell me fortune-telling, don't you think I don't know?

You guys who set up a fortune teller.

What a lie! If you really have that ability, you have been mixed up in the temple long ago, and you still use it to set up a street stall here? "

Huang Mao is not so foolish, and doesn't take the old man's style at all.

The old man straightened his face immediately and said solemnly: "Little brother, this is a bad word! Although I set up a fortune-telling stall, I am not the same as those liars. Look, I'm a blunt guilty statement. Wanjin!"

"Haha?"

Huang Mao smiled angrily.

"Old thing, you really don't want a Bilian! Are you going to die?"

"Do you think I really believe in your set of ghost symbols?"

"I'll give you one last chance, quickly take the money, if you don't take the money, I immediately smashed your broken stall!"

Huang Maodang went up and kicked and knocked over the old man's stall! The old man was so scared that he hurriedly escaped, "Little brother, I really didn't lie to you! Otherwise, I'll give you a fortune now, you must be in jail today, you should run quickly, or you will go in. Sent to jail! This sentence is fifteen years!"

"I'm going to your mother, you dare to curse me?"

Huang Mao looked dissatisfied and said angrily: "Who the **** are you scaring? Lao Tzu is a good citizen who abides by the law. He has never broken the law. How can he be imprisoned!"

The old man shook his head, "Skynet is so unremarkable, you forced a girl in a song and dance hall three years ago, right?

Is it right? "

"Robbery of property, forcing women, both crimes were punished together for a total of fifteen years. You have to think carefully about it! It's too late to leave now!"

The old man sneered and persuaded.

"I'm going to your mother..." Huang Mao was about to come over to beat the old man, but his face suddenly changed at this time.

That's right! There was indeed such an incident three years ago. It was also because of this incident that he escaped from his hometown and came to Yandu to join his old watch.

However, it is said that this matter disappeared afterwards. I haven't heard of any follow-up. It is estimated that the girl had given up long ago. How could he be in prison.

"Old stuff, dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I knock you to death today!"

Huang Mao picked up a wooden square and was about to hit the old man.

And at this moment, mighty and mighty! The sound of the police siren suddenly rang.

A police car drove directly to the square. Two policemen and a woman in her twenties got off the car.

At this moment, the woman tearfully pointed to the yellow hair in the field and said: "Comrade policeman, this is the person! Fifteen years ago, this yellow hair forced me in the karaoke hall and also snatched my golden necklace. You should catch him quickly. stand up!"

A Guozilian policeman frowned and asked, "It's been three years, so long, are you sure it's this person?"

The girl nodded heavily: "I remember, even if this person turns to ashes, I won't forget! If I hadn't come to Yandu to play today, I'm afraid I would never have the chance to avenge revenge in this life!"

The girl stared very hard, gritted her teeth and said.

Everyone looked shocked and looked at Huang Mao and the old man.

I go! This is really amazing! It's a perfect fit! This Huang Mao is really a fugitive who is punished for both crimes!