Export Comes True [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

We're all angry, we're all forgiving, we're even.

Ling Dang glanced at Hua Manlou's hands tucked into his sleeves.

That hand was scratched by the blade before, and he hid it in his sleeve, just not wanting her to feel guilty after seeing it.

——The silent tenderness that belongs to Huamanlou.

The little girl stretched out her hand and quickly opened the sky-blue cuff, the wound hidden inside got rid of the blurred shadow and was clearly revealed in front of everyone.

He raised his finger and poked at the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

The bright eyes were full of righteousness, as if it wasn't her who poked the wound.

Hua Manlou told her honestly, "It hurts."

"You deserve it, who told you to get started directly."

A lump of hemostatic paste was applied.

"Do you dare to block it with your hands?"

"In a hurry."

The little girl curled her lips, "You are still the same, and you will never agree to what you can't do."

"It should be so."

Huamanlou smiled softly, it was the warm orange sun shattering in the smoked wind.

"Sister, can you do me a favor?"

Ling Dang tilted her head: "You say."

"I want to use the mecha bird, but I need my senior sister to take me back to the valley."

"Okay." The little girl agreed.

"The amount I want to borrow is a bit large, maybe a few hundred."

"That's a lot." The little girl bit her finger, "You want so many mechabirds... ah, I thought of it, do you want to put letter paper in the mechabird's body, spread it in other towns, tell me Many people—tell those who were killed by Grandma Xiong that Grandma Xiong has been arrested.”

"Senior Sister understands me." Hua Manlou said, "As for the cleanliness of the streets, I will pay for someone to clean them, so it won't cause trouble."

"But there is another problem. You have to write a lot of letters. It will take you a month to write. At that time, Grandma Xiong has already been taken to the capital."

Then I heard Hua Manlou's next sentence, which was slightly awkward: "So, I still plan to borrow a few hundred mechamen. I don't know if Gu Nei will allow me to borrow so many mechas."

"Then I'll borrow it." The little girl beamed, "You can't borrow it, but I can."

Yu Gong, she is the beloved grandson of the medical sage Sun Simiao, and the most talented and youngest disciple of Wanhua who has reached the standard and is allowed to walk the rivers and lakes as a disciple of Wanhua; Ming Lu also borrowed hundreds of mechas from him privately.

"So, trouble sister."

The little girl squinted her eyes.

"I like it when you're not being polite to me."

If Hua Manlou had said "too much trouble, Senior Sister", she would have turned around and left without saying a word.

Ling Dang successfully borrowed hundreds of mechas from Wanhua Valley, rushed to work day and night, and successfully completed the idea of ​​Huamanlou in a few days - a mecha bird filled with thousands of letters, flew to different towns, and spread the letters.

Clouds move everywhere.

That night, Grandma Xiong died in prison.

It was Lu Xiaofeng who brought the news.

When he came over, Ling Ding and Hua Manlou were oiling the joint parts of the mecha.

The little girl twitched her nose, "You still dare to eat candied chestnuts, aren't you afraid that Grandma Xiong will come second?"

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, and took out a bag of fried chestnuts from his bosom, a large piece of oil oozed from the bag and dried up in the night air.

"Little Bell, your nose is actually a dog's nose, right? You can smell such a faint scent."

Ling Dang rolled her eyes, "Not only can I smell fried chestnuts in sugar, but I can also smell the fragrance of a daughter on your body—you just met a beauty."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled: "She's still a great beauty, as cold and lazy as a cat."

Greeted Huamanlou's eyes of condemnation.

It's really wrong to tell a child about my affair.

The little girl didn't think there was anything to shy away from, she held the mecha man's hand and asked with great interest, "Have you hooked up yet?"

"No, but she must be very impressed with me." Lu Xiaofeng smirked and raised a finger, "I met her at the casino, and I won her 500 taels of silver."

"Is the casino fun?"

"Extremely fun..."

Seeing that the topic was going in the direction of gambling, Hua Manlou's face became darker and darker.

Lu Xiaofeng, you don't hesitate to mess around, but now you want to spoil his little senior sister, it's a bad idea!

Huamanlou raised his hand, tapped Lu Xiaofeng with Wanhua Valley's unique acupressure technique, and laughed until the background was full of Widowmaker: "Lu Xiaofeng, you've got a gamble, I think you should blow some air in the yard to clear your mind, what do you think? "

If it wasn't for the acupoints being tapped, Lu Xiaofeng would just turn around and run right now.

He pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly: "I, I think it's right, I should wake up."

"I'll come! I'll move him to the yard!"

The little girl carried a grown man who was several heads taller than her, and put it in the yard, and smiled on his shoulder: "Lu Xiaofenghuang, you and that beauty are betting on 'pumai', '樗pu',' Sic Bo', or 'Choosing Immortals'."

After finishing speaking, he jumped to the ground, ran a few steps and turned around to make faces at him.

To sell, toss copper coins to determine the winner or loser.

Azalea, a game on the chessboard, picks the number according to the throw, holds the pieces and moves on the board, whoever reaches the end first will be the winner.Can "eat" the opponent's pieces.

Sic Bo, betting on the size of the dice.

Choose immortals and compare colors with dice.

Lu Xiaofeng was tongue-tied.

This little villain doesn't understand the fun of casinos, she understands it too well!

Lu Xiaofeng almost wanted to open his mouth and yell at Huamanlou for being wronged, how could he spoil this little ancestor, Tang Lingdang was born in bad water, you tried to pull her up, but she still spit out black water on your face, by yourself Overjoyed.

But still can't compare to him, who is he, Lu Xiaofeng who can play dice at the age of six or seven!

Lu Xiaofeng, who knew how to play dice at the age of six or seven, was left hanging in the yard by Hua Manlou, who was sixteen or seventeen years old and hadn't touched dice yet, and was bitten by little flying insects for half an hour.

"Little bastard."

Just "get out of trouble", Lu Xiaofeng pinched the little girl's baby fat face.

"There are a lot of bugs in summer, and I got bitten on the face outside, but you are still so white and tender."

"Even if there are no bugs, you don't want to be as white and tender as I am." The little girl showed her small fangs, triumphantly, "20-year-old uncle!"

Lu Xiaofeng touched his face, "Are you old? No? I have quite a lot of confidante." He flicked the little girl's forehead with lightning speed, and quickly flew far away, "You little child knows everything What, women can appreciate my face more."

Hua Manlou: "Ahem."

Lu Xiaofeng immediately raised his hands to the sky, "Okay, okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say this in front of children."

Bell: "So, what do you want to do here?"

"Almost forgot the business." Lu Xiaofeng put away the smile on his face, "There is good news and bad news, which one do you listen to first?"

"Of course it's good news!" The little girl jumped up and down with her hands behind her back, "After hearing the bad news, I don't have the heart to listen to the good news."

But the bad news was left behind, which made her feel bad, and she could immediately get rid of the person who made the news bad.

There's no need to let Hua Qitong know about this!

"The good news is that Grandma Xiong is dead. Someone fed her candied chestnuts." Lu Xiaofeng shook the translucent oil paper bag soaked in oil, and the chestnuts collided. Dropped on the floor."

Sounds a lot like being sought for revenge.

Huamanlou fell silent.

This is not good news for Huamanlou who loves life.But for the relatives of those who were killed by grandma Xiong, it is really great news. They can celebrate this by distributing caramel in groups in the streets and alleys, and inserting a few hairpin flowers in their hair.

only……

Hua Manlou sighed: "He didn't have to be stained with blood."

It was clear that Grandma Xiong was about to be escorted to the capital, and went to the execution ground in front of the world, but it was just another month or two to wait.

Ling Dang thought for a while, and answered seriously: "If my family and friends were killed, I can't wait a month or two."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly: "But the bad news is that the person who killed her...had no vendetta against her."

The little girl blinked, and suddenly asked: "Grandma Xiong's death, does it mean that no one can successfully rob the prison?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Of course, unless they can go to Fengdu ghost town to rob prison."

"Oh~" The little girl nodded.

It turns out that "exports come true" will cause such a result?

Lu Xiaofeng continued: "The Snake King is my friend. Before Grandma Xiong died, it happened to be the time when he finished his rest and changed shifts with his subordinates."

Bell: "He met someone who came to kill Grandma Xiong?"

"Yes. The Snake King said that the man's swordsmanship is very fast, and he is not his opponent. The other party beat him seriously, but did not kill him, and even gave him a mirror." Lu Xiaofeng took out the mirror and looked at the bell with a complicated expression. , "The man asked the Snake King to hand over the mirror to you, saying that you would know who he is when you see the mirror."

"Mirror?"

The mirror is polished with the best bronze, and it has not yet been polished, and the shadows of people are reflected on it, as if looking at flowers through fog.

The little girl's eyes lit up, as if the lake was covered with stars.

Lu Xiaofeng was sure, she really knew that mysterious person.

The little girl clapped her hands: "Speak clearly."

"Yanming..." Lu Xiaofeng paused.

No wonder he was overreacted, Yan was the surname of the country, the person sitting on the dragon chair now is named Yan Mingzai, his generation used Ming as the character generation.

"That's right, it's Yan Mingyi, the Yan Ming you think of - Prince Taiping's son."

One speaks for righteousness, and the other speaks for thousands of years, which is in line with the royal family's idea of ​​not daring to go beyond the implication of the prince's name.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the bronze mirror: "After I got it and looked at it, I didn't see any difference between it and ordinary mirrors—could it be because it's blurry?"

"It's just an ordinary mirror." The little girl smiled with two lovely dimples, "I know who it is because I remember he told me before that he wants to become the most perfect person in the world, and he should be a match." A mirror that is the best in the world. When the mirror is polished, it will be the time when he will become the most perfect person in the world."

"Then what if you don't remember?"

The little girl raised her hand and patted his...arm, looking at the mentally retarded expression on her face: "If I don't remember this, it proves that I didn't take him seriously. Why should I go to him, why should he wait for me to go over."