Section 1: The thief (Part 1)

No matter how ordinary or humble a person is, as long as he is not a fool, there will be at least one area in his heart that cannot be violated.

What is preserved here may be a scattered memory or a vague name, but it is undoubtedly an existence that can make him face sincerely - as the saying goes, I can't afford to hurt.

Just from the perspective of ordinary people, facing the huge pressure of reality, ordinary people know that they are not qualified to call this "reverse scale" or "bottom line", so most of them choose to bury this secret containing anger deeply to avoid causing tragedy and self-destruction; but the yamen is completely different. Not only do they have many reverse scales, they never hide, and they even hang it around their necks so brightly, waiting for some unlucky guys to come into contact.

Because the life of the yamen will be boring, and this is a good excuse to get angry - hey, this is my negligence!

Of course, this also includes Townsend. He has indeed done boring things like saying "I am so-and-so" and then getting angry on the pretext that others don't know each other. As for smiling and greeting others, then turning to ask an acquaintance, "Who is this grandson?", he often reviews... So, in some things, a creature like Yanei is really a bit intentionally pretending to be a bit naughty at some times.

Of course, the unlucky guy who can hit Yanei's reverse scales will not be ordinary people, because Yanei is very tolerant of ordinary people with normal minds. You are a Yanei, and you are embarrassed to fight against ordinary people? Unless an exception like Townsend - if Townsend is in a bad mood or is particularly good, he will suppress himself to the level of an ordinary person, and then compete with others for whom he can swing his bricks.

However, after waking up, he had to fight for his own fortune and his brothers' wealth and destiny. Townsend had no time to care about this. But now he had brothers, many army, and territory, so his past style naturally grew quietly.

Therefore, the accident of being stolen from the lines made Townsen, the yameni, feel so happy. In addition, the other party's contempt, contempt and indifferent expression, his anger began to burn. Even if he chased him all the way to the Holy City of Guanghui, he would still deal with the country thief in front of him! He would deal with it hard!

In fact, he had chased him for more than ten miles, and he also lost many stones and lumps of soil along the way to hit him.

"Sunzi! Look at the trick!" Another small stone flew out of Townsen's palm: "Don't be polite, eat it!"

The country thief who was exhausted and panting all the way could finally not bear it. He braked suddenly with a "squeak" sound, then turned his left toe, and his right foot instantly bounced up, and kicked the stone back with a "bang".

But he didn't expect his opponent to be so insidious and cunning. Townsend wrapped more than 30 stones in his hand. He shook his hands when the thief turned around and threw the stones over his head. How could the thief think that he had such treatment? But there was no good idea for a while, so he could only bear the pain and throw the roast chicken to deal with it. He focused on picking those big, sharp-edged stones to avoid.

I have to say that as a thief, he has strong observation ability and flexible movements, and even brings out some elegant posture and elegant steps. Just take two steps cleanly and neatly, he moved himself out of the attack range of the stone!

But even with such ability, the thief finally carried it, and it was carried on various seasonings that someone mixed into the stone. After a few light sounds, his head was dyed with red powder, a piece of light yellow pepper draped on his shoulders, and there were a few traces of soy sauce on his waist... In short, the thief's body now exuded a barbecue aroma.

"Hahahaha- do you think you are golden right foot?" Townsend was full of energy, put his hands on his hips and shouted, "Sun, are you convinced?"

In fact, when the thief stopped and turned around, Townsend realized that the thief was not simple, but this did not prevent him from making any achievements - the hearty and arrogant laughter was still echoing in the sky, and a light sound of "pa!" was heard, and a piece of mud covered Townsend's left face. It was obvious that the scene was mentioned by the extreme joy and sorrow.

"I can't tell you have a birthmark. This shape is so unique." The country thief responded coldly to Townsend. He no longer spoke in his voice like before, and his voice immediately became clearer.

He had a sarcastic tone, but his tone seemed soft and elegant, and could blend with the wild background of the West Coast. Even Townsend, who had been with the natives for a long time, would not sound weird at this time.

Yanei suffered a loss. His first reaction was not to cry and turn around and hug his thighs, nor to blow the whistle with a hideous expression, but to smile heroically.

"Hahahahaha!" Townsend wiped off the mud, laughed loudly and his face turned: "You! Go! Die!"

Start, get up, fly!

Two figures flew up at the same time, and two flying legs that popped out at the same time collided with each other!

"Si" Both of them took a deep breath in pain. Townsend staggered when he landed on the ground, and the thief took two steps to stand firm. Their eyes were not only angry and hatred, but also a little more doubt and caution.

"The other party is not simple!" Townsend and the thief had an epiphany at the same time, and the next epiphany of both of them had a strange change: "No matter what he is, it's hard to find opportunities, so I'll fight first!"

So a "bang!" sounded, and this time the two fists collided together.

"Yeah—!" Townsen raised his chest and raised his head. The thief's eyes were as lightning, but he all turned his right hand, which was so painful that it was twitching, and he was behind his back.

"The thief has a chance." Townsend smiled; the thief was cold and frosty: "The thief is not bad either."

"Take your life!" Zhijian pointed at Mai Mang: "Send you back!"

This time, Townsend did not dare to use the master's random fist to hit the master again, but instead replaced it with a much more powerful enemy-capturing fist. The thief did not retreat and came forward with a calm and steady pace, and his fist went through an arc and hit Townsend's jaw. Townsend turned his fist into a palm to block the opponent's attack, and at the same time he hit the thief's chest with an elbow.

The local thief is calm when facing danger, and his knees suddenly hit back, which is a typical way of fighting with both sides.

Amid the impact of "bang!", the two of them had their bodies staggered, and no one took advantage of it. The extremely depressed thief turned around and was about to increase his power to give the hooligan a cruel thing, but he didn't expect a black shadow to flash over, and then a pain was felt between his eyebrows!

The thief was stunned when such an important part was attacked. Then a red thing fell off his forehead. It turned out to be a dyed soft grass seed. Speaking of which, it was not very painful to be beaten by this thing, but it represented a different meaning.

"You-" Townsend inserted the small slingshot into his belt with a cold look on his face, with a sense of disdain in his eyes: "It's dead!"

The thief was stunned for a moment before he realized what the other party meant, "You are dead."

"I underestimated your shamelessness, but I will only make this mistake once." The thief did not refute, but his eyes became more calm. As he said this, he reached out to take off the cloth on his head - to be honest, when the tress was still there, Townsend had already seen the thief look extraordinary, but in fact, the thief's appearance was even better than he expected.

He has long golden hair with bright fluffy hair, beautiful facial features, but a tough look, and a bit heroic - but shouldn't people with this kind of appearance choose other professions?

"I saw a guy who looked like a white-faced guy and wanted to slap him in the face. You said you look...ah, this way, it's great to seduce good women, why do you come and steal roast chicken? And you just choose me?" Townsend said with a puzzled expression: "Don't say I don't give you a chance, do you want to be slapped in the left face? Or do you want to be slapped in the right face? If you surrender now, there are discounts for you."

"Is the offer? Thank you for your care, I am so grateful." He took out a beautiful handkerchief, wiped off the red paint from his forehead generously, and smiled slightly at Townsend.

The so-called "to stretch out your hand and don't hit people with a smile, and the smile of the thief is so sincere, kind, gentle and open-minded that Townsend was not sure what this guy with a very artistic temperament wanted to do, so he was stunned for a moment.

But at this moment of dazed moment, he saw the soles of the thief's shoes - the other party's kick came without warning and was extremely shocking.

"Damn!" Townsen raised his hands and said with a "bang!" Although he barely blocked it, he didn't expect to be kicked back half a step. Moreover, the thief was in power and was more quicker than the other. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" He glared at him a few more times. Townsen was unstable in the lower plate and could not fight back, and both arms were kicked to numb.

He looked through the gap between his arms. The thief did not mean to let him go, and his eyes were obviously hostile, rather than the simple anger he had before.

"Ah--Bah!" Seeing that he was about to be kicked down the hill, Townsend, helpless, had to spit at him. This was a subconscious action. Usually handsome guys would try their best to avoid such blows. The more handsome the opponent was, the more effective it was.

Sure enough, the thief who occupied the initiative avoided it without any danger. He stood in the wind, his eyes flashed with incredible surprise and contempt, and his fingers were trembling with excitement. Townsend smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that he was careless, and now he really offended the thief...

That's right, in the previous fight, Townsend and Tutie were considered to be half a dozen, and the two were similar in style. It can be said that this is not a real fight. Although the fights are lively and intense, it is actually a very stylish exchange. No one has ever played a heavy hand, and it is more like a game. There is no need to make it like this now.

But Townsend didn't check for a while, and the spit destroyed the good atmosphere.

"This is a helpless accident..." Townsend explained, but not to explain it to the other party, but to comfort himself.

Because while he was talking, his left foot had already stepped on his feet, and his hands were pierced one after another. The left hand in front was closed together, neither claw nor fist, and he rushed to the throat of the thief with an extremely vicious way. Anyway, everyone has offended you, first hit you with a flowery face and obedient face!
Chapter completed!