Martial Myth System

"Boss, I beg you, let me have a bowl of porridge on credit!"

"Aiya, I told you no, I’m like you How do you still do business?"

The boss of the street corner porridge shop wrapped his jacket tightly, and gave a helpless look at Mo Zhonggan, who looked worried...

In fact, it’s a bowl. Speaking of which is not a big deal... but it is indeed impossible to open this mouth, otherwise it was given to this boy who wants to save the big brother today, what if someone wants to save father and mother tomorrow? How about saving brother sisters, uncles and aunts?

Life is alive, how can so many people manage it, a nobody's survival rules are simple and straightforward.

"Boss, I really can’t do anything. I’ll work for you to pay off the debt, okay? I can serve you tea and water! My big brother was seriously injured and hasn’t eaten anything for a day. ...If this goes on, he won't be able to hold it..."

Mo Zhonggan is really out of control. His Royal Highness, who has no life experience, can't get any money at all. He sits on the corner board. With a face, no one would take the initiative to give alms... Mo Zhonggan, who took the initiative to attack, came to this congee shop, but he didn't ask for anything...

"Hey, I said you kid is What’s the matter if I don’t understand? If I say, I won’t give it."

The shopkeeper yelled at Mo Zhonggan while he uncovered a few bowls of porridge from the pot. Hanging.

A sip of hot porridge in the winter is really satisfying, but it still has to be aired, otherwise the hot porridge just out of the pot will make people’s mouth full.

Mo Zhonggan looked at the shop owner as if he had no intention of giving alms to him at all.

In the end, Mo Zhonggan gave up this idea...On the one hand, the dignity of the Third Prince was not allowed after all... On the other hand, Mo Zhonggan estimated that he would have to knock his head here. Less than half a stutter.

In the end, His Royal Highness chose another last resort.

Wrap your palms with the rags on your body, pick up a bowl of hot porridge and start running.

Obviously, I was beaten yesterday, but today I ran like an athlete...

In a flash, he fled to the street.

"Boss, don't worry, I will definitely pay you back in the future~"

I don’t know if Mo finally shouted this voice in order to stabilize the Boss, or for easing himself My heart...

"Hey, you bastard! My fucking..."

Boss picked up the spoonful of porridge and was about to chase it out, but felt that his shoulders were being taken Hold it.

Turning his head to see, a young man with white clothed long hair, describing the free and easy way, is looking at him with a smile.

"Boss, no need to chase, I will pay their money."

As a celebrity who fought against Taichu Dao and Mount Rakshasa, Han Feng is still in Yunchen Quite well-known...The shop boss immediately recognized Han Feng, and he was embarrassed and panicked:

"Aiya, my mother... Lord Han, you actually ate by yourself... Oh no, you actually drank it by yourself Congee..."

Han Feng laughed dumbfounded:

"Boss, what you said, I have to hire someone to help me eat?"

"No, no," the shop boss waved his hand and pointed to the direction that Mo Zhonggan was going to say to Han Feng, "You don’t know, these stinky beggars don’t produce every day and think they’re poor first under the heavens, but they’re actually just a group of people. Tired slacker...You really don’t have to sympathize with them~"

"Ha, I have something to do with that little child, I must pay this money for him."

Han Feng took the porridge handed by Boss, blew gently, and took a sip.

I have to admit that this Boss dared to come out to sell porridge. It is really something. A bowl of hot porridge is warm, fragrant and soft, exuding a sweet rice flavour.

The only thing... it's really a bit hot.

The boss of the congee shop listened and rubbed his hands:

"Eh~what are you talking about, you come to eat to make the little shop flourish, and let’s talk about this new year. Yes, where should I collect your money?"

Han Feng slightly smiled, drinking porridge, noncommittal.

On the other side of the street, Mo Zhonggan hurried across the street holding a bowl of porridge.

At the end of the year, the entire cloud and dust are decorated in thick red.

Some children like to go out and set off firecrackers, and some children like to go out and show people their new clothes.

Mo Jungan is also very happy. After grabbing this bowl of porridge, brother Su can finally eat something.

Since yesterday, who was hit by a dead child in the back of the head, brother Su’s big brother has been in a bad condition and can only lie on the corner and cough quietly...

Now I have written A bowl of porridge can always comfort his belly.

Mo Jungan thought this way, still a little elated in his heart, and after looking back, the cheapskate Boss did not catch up.

Hmph, stingy, unscrupulous profiteer, when this Imperial Prince returns to the palace and gains momentum... I will arrest you and let you see people take your family’s money and spend every day , Until I spend my time...Mo finally can't help but think maliciously.

Thinking about this, my hands don’t feel so hot.

Han Feng feels a bit hot when drinking porridge...Mo finally hugs all the way, not to mention, at least in terms of endurance, Third Prince really has made a lot of progress during this period of time. Progress.

Thinking like this, Mo Zhonggan returned to the alley outside Yundi Lane.

Two people have a bowl of porridge, this year is not bad~

However...

Stepping into the alley, Mo finally feels it There is an unexplainable weirdness...

Usually there are no beggars that gather in small groups in the alley, and even the Su big brother disappeared. Obviously something must have happened... …

Mo Zhonggan noticed something was wrong and wanted to exit the alley. He just turned around and found three burly black robed men standing at the entrance of the alley.

"I found the prince who left the country!"

The head of the man had a frenzied look. After seeing Mo Jiegan, his eyes glowed, obviously very excited.

Mo Jungan was holding a bowl of porridge and looking around, only to find that the other end of the alley was also blocked by two black robed men...

Obviously, this group of people did Come prepared.

"You are who!?"

Mo Sungan’s voice asked with majesty and pride.

Wandering on the streets for too long, I am about to forget my identity...I am the prince!

"We, we are the people who are going to be against your highness, you two, come and take your highness away~"

The black robed man who speaks in the middle is on his left and right. The two subordinates instructed, and the two subordinates quickly nodded and walked towards Mo Zhonggan.

Mo Jungan backed back holding the bowl, thinking about how he could escape...

Suddenly, sword qi suddenly appeared, and two black robe guards jumped over the street wall. Come out, fighting from left to right towards Martial Artist who is walking towards Mo Zhonggan.

"His Royal Highness, you go! For example, the Sword Suspension Department is looking for Han Feng as the principal...now Yunchen is the only one who can protect you!"

"Horse guard!"

Mo Zhonggan screamed in surprise, his voice full of surprises, and then turned around to flee.

The mysterious black robed man stuck at the other end of the alley is obviously not a good stubble. Seeing Mo Zhonggan running towards him, he drew the knife from his waist and slashed towards Mo Zhonggan. .

"Want to run? Lao Tzu let go of your leg first!"

Mo Jungan was originally from these people who didn't dare to hurt themselves and wanted to flee.

Where did I think that the evil people are so fierce now, and they must unload their legs when they swing their swords...

In the pupils of the eyes, the cold blade is fast approaching...

Then, a thin silhouette appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand to hold the blade, and turned to look at Mo Jiegan...

"smelly brat, I can't see the silhouette at night, do you want to scare me to death? "

Mo Jungan was stunned.

"Big brother Su...You really know martial arts!?"