A Qing

Besides, Ah Qing just poked his head out from the cellar, took a deep breath of fresh air, and felt the beauty of freedom.

She had just brushed the dust off her sleeves when she heard Madam Qiangwei's charming laughter from outside the kitchen curtain: "Oh, sir, you came at the right time, the store just bought a good one a few days ago Little lamb, make sure the meat is tender with butter, and the taste will be sweet!"

what?

Good lamb?

Isn't this talking about her little white sheep? !

An alarm bell rang in Ah Qing's mind, and her whole body trembled. She hurriedly held her breath and quietly looked out through the kitchen curtain.

I saw Mrs. Qiangwei moving her huge body and smiling coquettishly, and winking at a middle-aged man who was about forty in luxurious clothes but had a clean beard, but the middle-aged man obviously saw People who are used to Fengyue don't say a word about it.

The middle-aged man exuded the aura of a local tyrant from top to bottom, shining golden and full of style, Madam Qiang wanted to pour him tea but was stopped by him.

He slightly raised his left hand wearing the valuable emerald plate finger, and immediately a young girl handed over a carved porcelain urn containing high-quality tea leaves from the car, and another young girl put it on the spot. There was a table of tea sets, and a precious purple sand pot was brought out, and the little finger was raised to wash and make tea.

The fragrance of the tea leaves is refreshing, and one smells it and you know it's something extraordinary.

There was another bald man who followed the middle-aged man step by step. He pretended to be a tiger. He had a mediocre appearance but sly eyes. He said to the middle-aged man with a little flattery: "Desolate villages and wild places, first wronged Brother Pan to rest here for a while, after going down the mountain , have more fun!"

The middle-aged man yawned uninterestedly: "Go and order some decent dishes. There is no shark's fin, bird's nest and abalone, but something like fish lips and tongue, which one is more expensive? Don’t always save money and save money.”

The bald man nodded and bowed, and immediately changed his face towards Mrs. Qiangwei, and said arrogantly: "Do you hear me, don't try to use an old goat as a lamb, bring out something good!"

How could Mrs. Qiangwei get so angry, she was just coveting that middle-aged man's good looks, who looked rich and wanted to hook up with him, when will this kind of bastard be able to yell at her?

She was about to get angry, but the bald man waved at the two young women. The two young women looked at each other with smiles, took out a large ingot and threw it to Mrs. Qiangwei.

Madam Qiangwei immediately became gentle like a cat: "What the guest officer said is that the shop will prepare delicacies from mountains and seas to serve the guest officer."

She turned her head and glared at the old man who was wiping the table and the stool: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you go to the stable and kill that little white sheep!" The old man cowardly agreed and left immediately.

As soon as Ah Qing heard this sentence, she immediately stared and became angry.

Okay, this black shop of yours not only blackmails my money, but also wants to kill my little white sheep. It's really unbearable!

She turned her head and turned out the window of the kitchen. Just as she reached the direction of the stable, she just happened to see Mrs. Qiangwei with her waist down, staring at the old man swinging a knife at the little white sheep.

The little white sheep screamed miserably, kicking and kicking, but was tightly tied to a bench. It had never suffered this kind of pain since the day it came with Ah Qing. On the sheep, the strangle made it convulse, and it kept making convulsive whining noises.

Suddenly Ah Qing's eyes turned red with distress, as if her heart was bleeding.

"It's slow to kill a sheep, useless old thing!" Mrs. Qiangwei just sprayed the old man with blood, muttering, twisting the waist of the bucket and walking into the shop again. She didn't want the sheep that came out Blood spattered all over her.

The old man was very angry when he was scolded, but he only dared to vent his anger on the sheep. He imagined that the sheep was the woman, his eyes were fierce, his left hand was ruthlessly pinched on the little white sheep's neck, and his right hand was raised high. The bright sharp knife reflected a long-suffering hostility in the sun.

"puff--"

Blood spurted out.

It was the old man who fell.

As soon as the little white sheep loosened, the tip of its nose smelled a familiar breath, and immediately rolled down from the stool cleverly, and cried out "baaaaaa!"

Ah Qing immediately embraced it deeply, feeling its heart beating fast, with moisture in its wet eyes, it kept rubbing and licking her, its small body still trembling uncontrollably.

"It's all right, it's all right, you'll be fine." Ah Qing comforted it repeatedly, and wanted to keep it hidden in the stable, and then go there and kill that wicked woman, but Xiao Bai seemed to be too frightened this time, why? Also refused to leave her.

She had no choice but to hug Xiaobai, looked back at the bamboo forest planted by the hotel for decoration, unceremoniously cut a bamboo stick that fit her hand again, and jumped out of the hotel kitchen.

When she looked up, she saw Huafeng dragging half of her body slowly out of the cellar, squinting her eyes as if she wasn't used to the light, with mixed feelings on her expression.

As soon as he saw her, he immediately trembled all over, as if a mouse saw a cat and didn't dare to hide, so he smiled respectfully: "Female, female hero..."

Ah Qing got goosebumps from being called by him, and felt that he was a poor man: "You can just call me Ah Qing, I will remind the customers of this shop later that this is a black shop, you can wait for me here !"

After speaking, she opened the kitchen curtain and walked out.

That Mrs. Qiangwei was smiling coquettishly at the guests and persuading them to drink, although this seemed to have the opposite effect.

The bald head rudely asked her to stay away, saying that she affected their appetite!

Madam Qiangwei held back her breath, and suddenly saw Ah Qing coming out of her kitchen at a glance, her expression changed immediately: "Why did you appear here!"

Ah Qing hugged the lamb and glared at her: "Why can't I appear here? I came here to expose you!" She turned to the luxuriously dressed middle-aged man and warned, "Don't touch her! The things in the store, this store is a black store, she wants to harm people!"

The luxuriously dressed middle-aged man looked at Ah Qing, raised his eyebrows flirtatiously, looked up and down with his eyes impolitely, and smiled: "Little girl, is this your trick to arouse my interest?"

Mrs. Qiangwei hid her stern eyes, and said softly: "Mr. Pan, this country girl is bloody, you are also someone who has been to the small shop, and you know that our husband and wife have been doing business for more than ten years. How could it be a black shop..."

The bald man raised his head and laughed loudly, and said to the middle-aged man: "Brother is still suave, these little girls have sharpened their heads and want to jump in front of him, and they can think of any reason!"

The middle-aged man also had color in his eyes, looking at this slender figure, very beautiful girl with an innocent face who was holding a lamb, he was really happy in his heart, he said softly to the little girl in the green skirt : "What's the girl's name?"

Ah Qing didn't understand why she spoke so clearly, but these people still didn't believe him, but when the middle-aged man asked her name, they also answered: "My name is Ah Qing."

"Ah Qing? What a cute name." The middle-aged man looked at her meaningfully, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Oh, thank you." Ah Qing politely thanked him for the compliment, and continued to persuade him earnestly, "This shop is really a black shop. Just now they said they were going to kill my lamb!"

"How old is Miss Ah Qing?" The middle-aged man stood up from his seat covered with snow-white sable fur, and opened a dozen folding fans with a graceful demeanor.

"Why are you asking this?" Ah Qing gradually felt something was wrong, but she answered honestly, "Twenty."

The man put his hand lightly on Ah Qing's shoulder, and suddenly approached her ambiguously and whispered: "Peach and Li Nianhua is burning, and I recently heard the fragrance of Ah Qing's daughter..." This was a real teasing.As soon as he finished speaking, the little white sheep in Ah Qing's arms suddenly stretched out its head and bit his hand hard.

"Ah, evil animal!" The man screamed and waved his backhand, accumulating inner strength in his palm to retaliate against it.

But Ah Qing just realized that the middle-aged man was teasing her politely just now, seeing that the man wanted to beat the lamb, she immediately sank and became impolite.

Her bamboo stick arrived first, and stabbed hard at the man's chest. The man immediately withdrew his palm and returned to defense. He has rich experience in the world, so he should be able to handle this move with ease, but although Ah Qing's stick seems simple, But for some reason, he couldn't dodge it. When the bamboo stick hit his chest, he felt an extremely sharp sharpness piercing into his chest, and another thick force made him seem to hit the mountain wall suddenly, and his blood boiled directly. He vomited three mouthfuls of blood and collapsed to the ground.

"Brother Pan!" The bald head quickly went to help him, looking at Ah Qing with horror.

The white-faced and beardless man in his 40s is Pan Xiaoan, the prodigal son of "Jin Yutang", and he is Shi Yaoxian from Shanxi. At that moment just now, although he faintly felt something, he couldn't see it clearly at all. He only saw Pan Xiao'an suddenly screamed and covered his hands, then as if he had been bumped, he suddenly flew upside down, vomiting blood.

"Shepherd Bamboo Stick, you are twenty years old, you, you are Yue girl Ah Qing?" Shi Yaoxian's face turned pale, although his tone was questioning, but his heart was already filled with deep fear, "We have no grievances or enmity, why do you Do you want to kill my elder brother next time?"

Although Shi Yaoxian spoke so righteously and solemnly, he kept shrinking back.

He originally followed Pan Xiaoan out of greed for money, so that he could eat and drink for nothing, so if Aqing, the Yue girl, just couldn't understand Pan Xiaoan molesting her, he wouldn't be so stupid as to die!But... His eyes fell on Pan Xiaoan's body, the faintly exposed golden silk armor.

The reason why Pan Xiaoan didn't get a hole in his chest just now was because of that golden silk armor.

"Huh?" Ah Qing also noticed the strangeness, pointed at the tip of Pan Xiaoan's nose and said in surprise, "You are actually wearing gold silk armor, isn't this in the hands of Zhuge Lei and the others?"

Pan Xiaoan was so angry that he couldn't reply, Shi Yaoxian coughed dryly: "I saw them on the road, so I snatched them up, and I can only blame them for their lack of strength."

Ah Qing's eyes looked at the golden silk armor, and she felt that there was nowhere to be found if she broke through the iron shoes. A beautiful picture of Master.

As soon as she was in a good mood, her expression towards Pan Xiaoan and the others also improved a lot: "I was kind enough to remind you that this shop is a black shop, but you talked nonsense and misinterpreted my words, and you almost hurt Xiaobai by being frivolous. "

The little white sheep stretched out its neck and blew twice, shaking its head to increase its sense of presence.

"I want your golden silk armor. Originally, Zhuge Lei and the others said they would deliver it to me, but if something went wrong on the road and you took it away, I won't hold it accountable. That's all I said. That's it. Be a good man in the future. Bar!"

I didn't realize that I was originally from Zhu Gelei and the others who used force to get them to "respect" the golden silk armor to her. After Ah Qing said these words with an upright face, she still felt that she was a bit tireless. After becoming someone else's master, the words I utter are different.

After she finished speaking, she felt that she had forgotten something.

By the way, where did that Mrs. Qiangwei slip away?

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