The wooden stick shook its foot and stood up straight.
"What’s the matter, mallet?"
The wooden stick didn’t speak and jumped again.
The earth shook with two loud noises.
"This is it!" The wooden stick cheered. "This is so comfortable!"
No matter the size or weight, or the touch of landing is right!
Although it’s not your front foot, it’s more comfortable than that foot!
"Great!" I smiled. "Now that we have found our feet, let’s go back!"
"hmm!" The wooden stick grinned with a big mouth. "I am the best. I am a good friend of my generation!" "
Mi Wan blushed and grinned embarrassedly.
At this moment, a hammer man suddenly rushed by.
"No, that’s me!"
"Give me back that stone!"
He rushed to the foot of the wooden stick and clung to the stone.
"Give it back to me! Give it back to me! "
The wooden stick got a fright and kicked him away.
The owner of the blacksmith’s shop struggled to get up and cried, "No, you can’t take that thing back to me …"
Before he struggled, several guards rushed to hold him down.
"This guy is up to something!"
"Get him up and have a good interrogation!"
The owner of the blacksmith’s shop cried and struggled in vain, watching helplessly as the wooden stick stepped on the stone ball and went further and further.
"No … I can’t do this. My family and my descendants are rich and I …"
The blacksmith’s shop owner was desperate.
What’s this?
The wooden stick "drumming" is getting farther and farther and finally disappears.
Chapter 112 Anyway, Erjing people
Not far from Zhuang, he didn’t know that Yan Wan and the wooden stick had stopped a big attack on the manor. At this moment, he and the manor servants were meeting with the captain of the caravan, Jing Lao.
The little old man caught by those fierce soldiers in Taojin Town was terrified and shouted desperately, "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I didn’t do anything! I am a good man! Is a good man! "
Not far from seeing Zhuang, it is even more kowtowing. Not far from garlic Zhuang, I can’t help but add my hand. How on earth did this guy take such a big caravan into exile?
"Go and call Hu Laosi." Not far from Zhuang, several guards waved their hands and rushed out at once. The door was crowded and almost squeezed out the doorframes.
Not far from Zhuang, I looked at the guards and shook my head.
These guards in Taojin Town are not disciplined and have no sense of loyalty to the rules.
Rely on them. I’m afraid it’s crazy to want to hold the gold rush town.
Don’t say that he is so attentive to them at the moment. Someone else will call later, even if these people are going to defect immediately.
Although it was an accident to attack Taojin Town, of course, it can’t be handed over to others since it’s called. After all, this is the first time that the manor has taken steps towards the era of exile.
It is not easy to protect Taojin Town in the era of exile without the natural pass of the blue stone leaf star crack and the protection of the forbidden stone wall.
It is also urgent to set up and expand military forces in the corners of the exile era not far from the village.
Hou zhuang, the owner of Cheng Manor, is overextended every day, and there are always various problems and things to be solved in his brain.
Hu Laosi hurried to see the well old face a change consciously she took a few steps.
He used to be an old serf. This is his master.
Don’t look at Imai shivering with fear, but you don’t have to be soft with people who are weaker than them.
In the era of exile, creatures are always like this. They don’t care much about their own lives and naturally don’t respect others.
"Well old you looked up to see who this is? Do you know? " Not far from Zhuang, he drank a well and looked up in panic to see Hu Laosi next to him.
He looked dazed and panicked, and then kowtowed like garlic. "I don’t know him. I don’t know him. I didn’t break my hand!" "
Not far from Zhuang, I can’t help but roll my eyes. Even the two rabbit dragon guards guarding me can’t help twitching and waving their ears.
Where the hell is this?
"Take a closer look!" Zhuangbulong avenue
Jing Lao looked at it carefully again and shook his head again and again. "I really don’t know him if I don’t know the little old man!"
Hu Laosi shook his head slightly.
It’s normal for Shizui not to know him.
He is just a slave in Jing Lao’s caravan, and he was still young when he ran around with it. After so many years, his appearance has long changed.
"I’m Hu Laosi …" Hu Laosi said, "It’s been more than twenty years since I’ve seen Jing Lao for many years?"
"Hu Laosi?" Well old still shook his head.
"Old four is the gift of the Lord Zhuang’s adult. I was called old four before my surname."
"Old four?" This well is always remembered. "Are you the farmer’s old four? Is that I sold it when I broke my hand? "
Hu Laosi nodded.
Well old surprised to open your eyes and look for a long time or shake your head.
"No … impossible … impossible!"
I don’t blame Jing Lao for being so surprised and afraid to admit it.