The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

The beauty in the middle of the boat slowly finished wiping the knife, intentionally or unintentionally showed her peerless beauty, and then walked away generously.

The crowd made way for him like a split sea, and watched him leave with adoring eyes.

An eleven or twelve-year-old skinny boy jumped up and down behind him and lifted the hem of his clothes to prevent his snow-white clothes from getting blood.

The gods are very busy and have to keep rushing to the scene.

He has to go to Qingping City.

It was three days ago that the bandit Lu Qing passed through, and he felt something was wrong as soon as he passed through.

He has a master with a gentle and pleasant voice.

Although I haven't seen it, but I guess the face should also look good.

But that's beside the point.

His master told him gloomily that his elder brother had disappeared and he had to go find him.

So he was kicked out of the division at two o'clock in the middle of the night, with his small package.

His master sighed inside the door, saying that it was hard work for him, but it was all his fate.

In fact, it is very dangerous for a weak boy to go to the streets in the middle of the night...it is not recommended.

Inside the small package was a thin mattress, a change of clothes, and the lunch that the kitchen aunt packed for him.

However, when he came out, he found that he didn't bring any money, and he had to go begging after lunch.

A feeble young boy living on the streets in the middle of the night...sounds worse, doesn't it?

In these short three days, there were turmoil, and Lu Qingbandit experienced many things.

By the way, his current name is Tantai Qingyu, a fairy-like name.

His current face is also a fairy-like face.

Because of this, even if this world still has to clear two goals, he is very happy.

But one thing hasn't changed, that is, Bandit Lu Qing is very poor.

1.5 copper coins = one tael of silver = 1/20 gold

He stared at the words in front of him without blinking.

陪一个菜包子要一铜钱，那就是1/1000贯铜钱，等于1/1500两白银，也是就1/30000两黄金。

一个肉包子要两铜钱，那就是1/500贯铜钱，等于1/750两白银，也是就1/15000两黄金。

His worth and assets are now 0 copper coins, so he can't afford vegetable buns or meat buns.

He is so pathetic.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop was numb from his scorching gaze, as if he had done something heinous.

Even the hands that fry the buns are trembling slightly!

The buns are stuffed inside and the skin is outside, right?To fry the buns is to put the oil first and then put the buns, right?

Why is that fairy-looking young man over there still staring at me?

By the way, he looks really good-looking...

"My lord, are you hungry?" A small head stuck out from the side.

It was a young boy with big eyes, thin and small, with a grayish-yellow suit dangling on his body.A bunch of yellow hairs dangled on the head, like a malnourished bean sprout.

Lu Qingban looked at the little bean sprouts on his head, and shook his head even more fairy-like.

No, he is a fairy, he will not be hungry.

"But I'm hungry." The young boy took out his broken bowl and was about to step forward to make a big move.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qing bandit took a step ahead of him, and slapped two sharp long knives on the panel, raising a burst of flour.

He used this knife very well, he just passed through the middle of two rows of steamed buns, unexpectedly, the skin of the steamed stuffed buns was not damaged at all, and the knife did not get any crumbs of vegetables.

This knife technique can be called the pinnacle!

"Young master is amazing!" The young boy applauded loudly for him.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop turned pale, and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

But a wave of air took off his knees and made him stand still, unable to move.

"I'm an inner disciple of the Mu Han Sect." Lu Qing bandit said, his voice was very soft, but very clear, with a chill, like fresh snow melting in the forest.

"My teacher is the guardian of Jinghu City. Since the Annan Rebellion, I have been stationed in Xisai. It has been [-] years. No matter the change of the throne or the turmoil of the Communist Party, I have always been supported by all people and expected by all."

"It is often said in the world that the cold never dies, and the everlasting spring lasts forever." He lowered his eyes slightly, and the wind in the forest gently blew his temples, revealing his cold star-like eyes. "As long as I send Xisai to guard for one day, the jackals in Mobei will not be able to take a step against me in Jinghu."

The owner of the bun shop was almost sucked in by his eyes.

It seems that there are countless sorrows and sorrows, and there are countless stories.

He has slain countless monsters, and has lived and died countless times. How much blood has been stained on his long knife, and how many partings have he experienced?

His body looked so fragile, so vulnerable.

But he is so stoic, so silent.

"These two long knives have been with me for twelve years."

Slender fingers slid across the handle, causing a crisp sound.

The steam rose, covering the twinkle in his eyes, which seemed to be about to drop tears.

Who is willing to let such a person cry?

Who would be willing to make such a person sad?

The shop owner couldn't help stretching out a hand, trying to support the man's weak body!

There was a sudden sound of a knife, and the long knife that was originally placed on the board suddenly turned sharply in the air, and was forced into the shopkeeper's hand by Lu Qing bandit.

"I don't know about this knife." Bandit Lu Qing lowered his eyes and whispered, his face remained cold. "How many buns can I exchange?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise in the surrounding woods!

But heard a shout.

"Go!"

Suddenly there was a rustling sound around the woods, and it turned out that countless arrows were fired, and the target was the young man in white in the middle!

Bandit Lu took back the knife that had been in the owner's hand for two seconds.

"I'll take a moment."

The young man in white swung his swords with both swords, and the swords shone brightly, making the surrounding airtight.

The shop owner bent his legs and fell to his knees, a small hand pulled him to the back of the shop.

The little boy huddled inside, held a steamed bun to his lips and made a booing motion, and he spoke vaguely while eating the steamed stuffed bun.

"You want to be rude to bother Gong Ziya, Mr. Wo is so tired of you, you want to eat buns, wow, your buns are delicious."

The shopkeeper trembled.

"This is in the deep mountains and old forests. It's so strange that you sell bags here for a silver. Do you know that?"

The shop owner wants to cry but has no tears.

"How do I know what they think! They insist on me selling buns here, what can I do!"

After eating a steamed bun, the little boy stretched out his hand to pat the crumbs on his hands, and hiccupped.

At this time, the sound of the clanging arrows being shot down had subsided, as if the bow and arrow were exhausted.

Someone shouted outside: "Let's go together, brothers! He is alone! He can't beat us!"

Taking another bun, the little boy pouted.

"Naive, let's see how the young master beats you to death!"

He took a bite and spat out the skin of the bun, his face turning black.

"Wow, it turned out to be food!"

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