Group favorite Xiaojiao Bao: The whole family is a big villain

The corner of Jingcheng West Street.

The shopkeeper of the rice store was fiddling with the abacus and calculating the day's profit. The waiter walked in from the long street wrapped in a coat and stamped his feet. He felt that he was still too cold. He put his hands together and put them to his mouth and let out a sigh. He rubbed them hard for a few times. Feeling warm, he took off his hat, glanced at the shopkeeper, and sat casually on a chair nearby.

The oil lamp on the cabinet was shaken by the wind. The shopkeeper raised his head from the account book and glanced at the clerk who had no rules. Then he looked at the door. "There are no rules. If someone finds out, the master will not spare you."

The tone was not very serious, as if he said it casually.

The waiter snarled and changed his position, but still pulled the curtain from one side and covered his upper body: "At this time, the people have gone to the entrance of the Bachelor's Mansion to watch the excitement, how can anyone come to this place? .”

The shopkeeper snorted and glanced at the cold wind blowing the fallen leaves outside the store. He seemed a little worried: "Even the business of the rice store is not very good now! It's almost time to close."

The waiter looked at the shopkeeper with a sad face and looked strange: "Are you crazy? You really think of yourself as the shopkeeper?"

"What's wrong? I love what I do and why I'm not allowed to be dedicated to it anymore?" The shopkeeper glanced at the clerk, seeming to be very dissatisfied with his attitude of slacking off at work.

The corner of the clerk's mouth twitched and he wanted to retaliate, but there was a sudden movement at the door. The clerk suddenly stood up from his chair. The shopkeeper also paused, adjusted the position of the kerosene lamp, and looked at the door.

The curtains were opened, and cold wind blew in from outside.

"Shopkeeper, are you still selling rice?"

The man had a rough voice, was wearing a black jacket, and a black mask covering his face. Except that he looked a head taller than ordinary people, he was no different from ordinary people.

The shopkeeper and the waiter looked at each other. The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and put on a flattering smile on his face, "Yes, yes, how much do you want?"

The shopkeeper continued to make calculations, and the man made signs with his hands. He didn't seem to talk much. The waiter didn't look down because the man wanted less, so he took the rice bag from the man's hand and put it in it.

The man didn't say anything. He turned his eyes to the shopkeeper behind the counter and said in a rough voice: "Shopkeeper, your calculations are so loud!"

"What's the use of ringing? Business is not good." The shopkeeper didn't even raise his head.

The man sneered.

"Business is not good, but what you have in mind is quite beautiful."

As soon as these words came out, the waiter who was loading the rice turned cold and actually pulled out a long knife from the rice. No one could see clearly the movements in the shopkeeper's hand. In just an instant, the abacus turned into a long-handled knife. The umbrella knife has a sharp blade and a faint red light at the top. You can tell at a glance that it has killed many people.

Seeing this, the man's expression remained unchanged under the mask. He slowly pulled off the mask, revealing an ordinary face, except for a long scar on his face, which looked particularly ferocious. He threw the things in his hand to the ground. He showed a smile that didn't deserve to be beaten. This smile was taught to him by his boss, but he didn't usually smile much, so he looked fierce and wanted to be beaten:

"Weapons are good weapons, but...you two should open your eyes and take a good look. Times have changed. This is no longer an era of fighting and killing."

The quality of the porcelain bottle was quite good. It rolled on the ground several times and stopped only after hitting the cabinet door.

Their expressions changed, and they subconsciously raised their arms to cover their mouths and noses. But before they could do anything, they felt dizzy. Before they could even say anything, they fell to the ground with two thuds.

good night