"'It's about five ......feet tall,'" Xiao Shell frowned and blinked, and before he could ask, Canghai said, "Go on." ”

"......'The man stood motionless on the platform, as if listening intently to the sound of the fight, and the sound of fists and feet, shouts, and blades clashing was not unusual, except for the occasional long, piercing sound of scraping the iron sheet that would compare to the other sounds, and later I learned that it was the sound of Little Flower Girl's fish intestine sword slashing on the armor of the iron-clad killer,'"

"'The twelfth man standing on the platform at that time suddenly trembled...... 'Why, shivering?' I was trembling and thinking that he might have been excited to hear the fight, and then I thought that he might have goosebumps just like me, and he was just like me, and he was covered in goosebumps......

Then the man laughed, jumped down the stairs, and went out of the inn. At that time, I remembered my son, and I didn't chase it, so I quickly climbed out of the window. Now that I think about it, that person laughed in a relatively low voice, but he couldn't distinguish between men and women, just looking at his skills quite neatly, even if he was not a top master, he must be a first-class killer, and he should be a man, not very old. ’”

"'Shouban is a pair of silver, a total of eleven taels, and the cemetery is ......'"

"Alright. Canghai smiled softly. "That's it. ”

"Hmph......" Shell grimly put the file down, "Now it's time to tell me what you want to say, right?"

"Oh. "Canghai Road. The look is casual, and the folding fan is gently swaying, like a rich child on a West Lake cruise. Except for the quilt wrapped around the head and the snot that keeps sucking.

Canghai sniffed and put a folding fan, looked at the small shell slightly and said, "Murong said that she had seen the left waiter." She raised her right eyebrow and looked at him.

"Then ......" Xiao Shell's cold eyes suddenly dumbfounded, "What are you talking about?!What are you talking about?"

"Because ......" Canghai leaned forward with his arms and said two words, but suddenly paused. Closed. Crawling on the bed again. The lower limbs stop in front of the small shell, and the upper limbs cross the small shell, and a handkerchief is felt from under the pillow. Wipe your nose. It's been grinding for a long time. The deep, clear eyes rolled secretly.

"It's a transactional thing. Canghai finally said. "It's normal, Huang Fuxi occasionally deals with those people. After all, the Murong family's business is widespread, and the 'drunken wind' is unwilling to only make money from people in the Guan, so the easiest way to expand outside the Guanguan is to rely on the Murong family. There were other deals, so ......" shrugged his shoulders.

The little shell looked at him indifferently. "So how?"

"So Murong has seen the left waiter. Canghai nodded his head. She said that the attendant on the left stood on the high steps of the very dark room and spoke to her, a man, wearing a black cloak and a hat, not showing his figure, but he should not be fat, and he was about six feet tall. ”

"Oh. Shell nodded. "So what? Do you want to say that there is a connection between them? What can be the connection between one who is five feet tall and the other who is six feet tall?"

Canghai shrugged his shoulders. "The guy I saw the night before was not fat or thin, about five feet two inches. Immediately after: "Shorter than me." ”

After thinking about it, he said: "If you are according to the size of the Han Dynasty, I should be more than eight feet tall." ”

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