"Hey! Xiaoshanzi, wait for me! Murong Pei chased him out of the crowd. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It turned out that Huo Xiaoshan didn't like to tie a good monkey to a rope to do all kinds of tricky things, so he came out of the crowd after just one look.

And Murong Pei also felt that it was a bit too cruel to make a good monkey like this, so when she saw Huo Xiaoshan leaving, she didn't look at the monkey trickster.

This street deserves to be called a juggling garden, except for the monkey, what shakes the bamboo, swallows the sword in the mouth, sells the trick, sells the strong pill, sells the dog skin plaster, and the tricks, all kinds of performances, so that Murong Pei can't take it.

Compared with Murong Pei, Huo Xiaoshan was much more indifferent. Although it was the first time Huo Xiaoshan had seen this juggling, he had kung fu after all, although he was speechless, his mind was extremely dexterous.

I saw the trick showman, although he also used some kung fu, but it was all a fist embroidery leg is not a life-fighting skill, and when I saw the trick, I thought about it carefully, and I saw some clues.

"Huh? Xiaoshanzi, look at what kind of medicine this is selling, why doesn't he sell it? Murong Pei squatted down in front of a stall.

Huo Xiaoshan turned his head to look and saw that there were some large and small bottles on the stall, and a white cloth was pressed on a few green bricks, on which was written "The golden gun does not fall"!

Huo Xiaoshan felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull Murong Pei up, and said, "There's nothing to look at, it's just a medicine seller." ”

"Oh, you're hurting me, what kind of medicine are you selling? Is it easy to have a thief with the third brother? Mu Kongpei asked while shaking his hand and trying to pull his hand out of Huo Xiaoshan's big hand.

"Jinchuang medicine is not as good as the third brother's medicine. Hey, do you see so many people in front of you are Gaha? Huo Xiaoshan was afraid that Murong Pei would continue to ask, so he hurriedly diverted the topic and pointed to a place in front of him.

What is the golden gun does not pour medicine, Huo Xiaoshan is a mirror in his heart, after all, he has been in the pharmacy for half a year.

"Yes, look at how lively it is in front, why are there so many people?" Platoon Commander Wang also helped beside him, but his face also looked weird, and this young lady was innocent.

The person who sold the medicine seemed to know shame, and he didn't drink it loudly, and it was never like the later generations, when the golden gun didn't pour the medicine and just replaced it with the packaging of health care products, it was posted all over the street.

After Platoon Commander Wang's interruption, Murong Pei was suddenly attracted by the crowd in front of him, because the group of people in front of him was the largest one, and finally he didn't ask what the golden gun was without pouring medicine.

Huo Xiaoshan secretly called luck in his heart, fortunately he used his body to block the golden gun in time, otherwise if this stupid girl asked herself four words, she really couldn't explain it.

The place with a lot of people in front turned out to be a ring, but this ring was only about one person high, and the black people were around there, and there were people fighting in the ring.

Huo Xiaoshan sighed, because he could already see that there were people fighting in the ring.

Huo Xiaoshan pulled Murong Pei and squeezed into the crowd, there were a lot of people, and the people in front didn't let him, "Squeeze it!" Squeeze it! The ground shouted.

"Let! Let! Twenty-ninth Army's! Platoon Commander Wang stepped forward and knocked the people in front of him away with a shake of his shoulder.

When the onlookers heard that it was from the 29th Army, their momentum was a little shorter, and some people even helped to shout: "Let! Let! The 29th Army is here, take care of these RB people! ”

"RB people?" Platoon Commander Wang and Huo Xiaoshan were all shocked in their hearts, but they couldn't allow them to think too much, and they had squeezed into the circle.

In the center of the ring, there were two people fighting, and one of them looked like an RB man in a samurai uniform.

Different nationalities have different national temperaments, Huo Xiaoshan has dealt with RB people from north to south, and he has also experienced the difference between the so-called Yamato nation and the Chinese nation, this different national temperament Different people have different experiences, but it does exist.

Huo Xiaoshan's experience is that these RB invaders have a kind of fanaticism and paranoia, with a kind of contempt for the lives of Chinese in their eyes, and this inner state is reflected in the fight is to start viciously, multiple offenses and ignore defense.

This RB man, who was fighting with a Chinese person at this time, gave Huo Xiaoshan such a feeling, his fists and feet always beckoned to the opponent's vital parts, giving people a momentum of fighting for their lives.

The Chinese was obviously out of support at this time, and after the door on his hands was wide open, he was kicked in the chest by the RB samurai, flew to the ground, struggled a few times, but could not get up, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Alas, another one was defeated, this little devil is too crazy!" The people around whispered.

"What's going on?" Platoon Commander Wang grabbed the one next to him and asked.

"The little devil set up a ring to fight, saying that whoever wins will give him five hundred oceans, and now we Chinese have lost three." The man said, following the man's finger to see some sealed oceans on a table in the ring.

There were also a dozen RB men in samurai costumes standing next to the table, tall and short, but all with fierce faces.

"Who else is coming? Look at this bright ocean, as long as you can win Suzuki Taijun, these oceans are yours! A man who looked like a translator said.

"Have you forgotten who your ancestors were?"

"He's a fucking traitor again!"

"Whoever goes up will even beat down a piece of this ****!"

The crowd cursed, and someone even threw a piece of watermelon rind at the person, but no one dared to go up.

"Lao Yang, how about you go up to ****?" Someone in the crowd said. When he said this, everyone around him burst into laughter, because the man surnamed Yang was as thin as a hemp stick.

"I can't, I don't, I'm so thin, like a sorghum pole, if I do them, I have to grow a little thicker, like a bud rice pole." The skinny and hemp old Yang shook his hands, and his words were extremely obscene, which made the men next to him laugh.

"He went up, and he went up and someone kicked him in the waist with one kick. These little RBs came out of the barracks. ”

"Who said it was the 29th Army just now, why don't you go and extinguish the prestige of this little devil!"

When Platoon Commander Wang was thinking that he couldn't get on the stage, the crowd up and down the ring suddenly shouted and cursed, because the RB warrior on the stage made a move that made everyone in Chinese angry, and he actually stepped on the face of the countryman who had just been knocked down by him!

All the bloody Chinese under the ring felt that the blood in the whole body rushed to the top of their heads at once, because the step was clearly the face of all our Chinese!

Huo Xiaoshan's body was about to move up, but he was suddenly pressed on the shoulder by Platoon Commander Wang.

"Wait. Go to the other side of the street and look for our brothers from the 29th Army. He turned back and ordered the soldier who was following him.

Just as he was talking, a person had jumped in the ring.