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    Blind Bei has assigned tasks for almost everyone, which is quite in line with his image. Throughout the ages, in many literary and artistic works, fortune tellers and military advisers mostly appear as blind people.

    It's just that the profession of military adviser is relatively competitive and there are few positions, so most of the fortune tellers are blind.

    These, in A Qiu's comics, are not actually shown. In A Qiu's comics, this is a demon who set up a private court and claims to be the embodiment of justice.

    It's just that people are not pieces of paper after all, and it's impossible to have both positive and negative sides. Therefore, in this world, when everyone breaks away from the shackles of comics, the characters become alive.

    Next, everyone started to make preparations.

    Feng Siniang first ordered a few helpers in the inn to go outside to publicize the news that the old lady was going to pick up the guests in person, as if a certain starlet from a certain island country suddenly announced that she would go to sea to shoot a movie.

    Xue San squatted by the wellhead in the yard, with a whetstone in front of him, and began to sharpen the knife.

    However, it is a small dagger and small pliers that are sharpened, which are probably the standard items of a gentleman on Liangshang.

    Zheng Fan walked over curiously, squatted beside him, and asked:

    "Where's your sword?"

    Zheng Fan remembered that in the comics, Xue San was depicted with a big iron sword on his back. Perhaps the author, Qin Siyu, liked this kind of cute contrast.

    Xue San raised his head and smiled at Zheng Fan while sharpening his knife, and replied:

    "Report to the Lord, it's okay."

    "Gone?"

    "When we came to this world, everyone was naked except for the clothes they were wearing."

    Zheng Fan nodded, it turned out to be the case.

    At the moment, I feel a little regretful in my heart. The things that these people originally held in the comics should be regarded as artifacts in reality.

    "My lord, you can sit in the front hall first, drink tea or drink, and after tonight, we can report to the lord what the world looks like."

    "thanks everyone."

    Zheng Fan didn't go to the front hall. To be honest, he was a little afraid to face the unknown. Sitting in the front hall, waiting for the guests to come in the afternoon, he looked at the guests who were dressed very differently from the modern ones.  A feeling that can make it hard to breathe.

    But he couldn't help but want to explore this unknown.

    Possibly, I haven't gotten used to it yet, just like a normal person watching a horror movie, feeling pain and joy.

    Zheng Fan returned to his room and lay on the bed. Everyone outside was busy and getting ready. Zheng Fan took a nap.

    This time, I slept much longer than expected, and when I woke up, I found that it was already dark outside.

    "I can really sleep."

    Zheng Fan laughed at himself helplessly.

    In fact, Zheng Fan also wanted to see if he could be of some help, otherwise he would always be flustered with embarrassment when they called him "Master" one by one.

    But Zheng Fan knew that he didn't seem to be able to help much, and if he forced him to help, it might be a waste of help.

    Perhaps, they would be happier if they took a nap in the house and let them offer themselves as mascots.

    Leaving the room and walking into the yard, just in time, I saw A Ming again.

    A Ming was standing in the shadow of the door of the wine cellar, holding a small file in his hand, as if trimming his nails.

    When sensing Zheng Fan approaching, A Ming raised his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:

    "My lord, Fan Li went to the desert with a caravan from the barbarian tribe in the afternoon, and Xue San also went to camp. The blind man went to see the wife of the school captain who patrolled the city in the afternoon and hasn't come back yet."

    Ah Ming continued to cut his nails while talking.

    "Um."

    Zheng Fan responded, then, after hesitating for a moment, asked:

    "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

    A Ming was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be something meaningful in his eyes, and said:

    "Actually, Lord, you have already helped me a lot."

    Zheng Fan was a little speechless. He thought that what A Ming meant was that he was helping if he didn't make trouble.

    Who knows, A Ming continued:

    "The auction over there has ended, but there are some troubles."

    "What's the trouble?"

    "The higher bidder pays a bit too much."

    "so¡­¡­¡­"

    Zheng Fan never doubted Feng Siniang's charm. Men have different tastes, and some like it.There is no danger, there is no room for loss.  "

    This is, you care about me?

    "I'll run away if I smash it, and nothing will happen. Besides, there are still you guys."

    Seeing that Zheng Fan was still insisting, Liang Cheng nodded helplessly, which meant he agreed.

    Immediately, he turned around and walked upstairs.

    Zheng Fan naturally followed up with the wine jar in his arms. In fact, Zheng Fan still felt that this action was a bit radical.

    Fan Li went to the desert with the caravan to open up the vision of the barbarians; Xue San went to the government to steal documents and letters, and the blind man went to the north to seduce the wife of a general. These are actually enough, right?

    However, the inn intends to obtain information directly through silence. It's okay if it succeeds, but what if it fails?

    However, Zheng Fan can also understand in his heart that these guys are originally monsters who kill people without blinking an eye or even take pleasure in killing in comics. When they do things, they often really only focus on the results and don't care about the process.  and means.

    Normal people do things when they have enough strength, but lunatics don't care if they have enough strength to do things first!

    And now the action has already started, the arrow is on the line, there is no time to think about other things, Ren Feng Siniang has already welcomed the guests into the boudoir, can't Feng Siniang really let the man sleep?

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­

    In the yard,

    After Zheng Fan entered the front hall,

    A Ming still stood at the door of the wine cellar for a while longer.

    Yes, he was still holding the small file in his hand, but he was not trimming his nails as Zheng Fan thought before.

    Instead,

    Plunge the tip of the file into your palm again and again.

    "Pfft!"

    "Pfft!"

    "Pfft!"

    The wounds were pierced out one by one,

    Immediately afterwards,

    The wounds are healing one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    Finally, Ah Ming stopped his continuous self-mutilation, raised his head, and looked at the not very bright moon tonight.

    He smiled.  </div&gt
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