Time went back to the time when Lin Qi and Cripple were trading, the heavy wooden door of the tavern was pushed open hard, and a group of men in black silk cloaks walked in with strange steps. wWW,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,comThe howling cold wind squeezed out from behind them, and the biting chill quickly spread in the hot tavern. The rough and arrogant men who were sweating and shouting simultaneously put down their wine glasses and looked over.
"Tsk, rich man!" A man with sinister features swallowed greedily.
A cloak made of black silk, silk from the East. In the Gallic Empire, this was a precious item that could only be enjoyed by noble gentlemen. Moreover, ordinary nobles could not afford the high price of a piece of silk. Only the great nobles could use silk to make clothes. For an ordinary little nobleman, a pair of silk stockings is worth boasting about.
"Hey, rich fat sheep!" Several strong men with arms as thick as ordinary people's thighs looked at this group of people with interest, and their greedy eyes kept scanning them. In the middle of the night, a group of customers wearing silk cloaks actually came to the Cripple Shop in the dock area. It was like a group of lambs walking into the wolf's den. How fascinating this was!
Especially these guests, they look so fragile!
They all wore strange-shaped hats. The round hats were more than a foot high, with a flat top and a poisonous lizard carved from black jade lying on it. Compared to the tall men in the tavern, all of them looked extremely petite and thin. The tallest among them was only about six feet tall, which was incomparable to the seven-foot or eight-foot high-spirited men in the tavern.
What is even more fascinating is that the dozen travelers in this group are all pale-faced. Their faces are as pale as dead people, especially the young man leading the group. His face is almost transparent, and there is a faint trace of... Unhealthy blue stock. With such a physique and such a complexion, these are clearly a group of sick men. The heroes in the tavern are confident that any one of them can easily take care of these rich 'fat sheep'.
With gentle steps and a soft rustling sound as they marched, a group of nineteen young men with pale faces and smooth skin and no beards walked slowly into the tavern. The two men walking at the back closed the heavy oak door with their backhands, blocking out the howling cold wind.
The leading young man coughed lightly, stretched out his right hand from under his cloak, grabbed a snow-white silk scarf and wiped his nose vigorously. The jewels flashed past, and hundreds of big men in the tavern stood up almost at the same time. They looked excitedly at the young man's right hand - what a valuable hand it was. His fingers were covered with rings, nine in total. A gold ring inlaid with large gems and jade!
Huge rubies, dazzling sapphires, rare emeralds, and even two deep 'tiger's eye stones' are among them. These gems are of high value, and the nobles of the city of Bureilly are willing to spend a lot of money for these gems without changing their expressions. ! Especially the two tiger's eye stones that are said to have miraculous effects on men and make them energetic and invincible on the bed are worth tens of thousands of dollars!
Fat sheep, fat sheep like never before! Even if a cargo ship is robbed on the ocean, all the profits will be less than one finger of this young man!
Lisa, the maid closest to the door of the tavern, laughed loudly. She rushed on the young man with a gust of fragrance, and pressed his head on her plump breasts. Lisa only wore a thin bra on her upper body, and most of her two white breasts, which were the size of an ordinary child's head, were exposed. She hugged the young man passionately, and her right hand habitually grabbed the young man's lower body.
This is Lisa's signature move in the cripple shop. Whether they are sailors on the ship, workers on the dock, or other heroes from all walks of life, if Lisa uses this set of moves to tease them, they will generously give away their wallets. All the coppers in it are dedicated to Lisa! …,
But this time Lisa made a huge mistake. The young man never dreamed that he would be so enthusiastically 'attacked' by a woman just after he walked into the cripple shop! Faced with Lisa's strange movements, he, who was usually extremely alert, failed to react at all.
Lisa smoothly rubbed her breasts against the young man's face several times, and her white and tender hands also touched the young man's vagina. She pinched it gently with her five fingers, but there was only thin and smooth silk clothing on the tentacles, and otherwise it was empty. Nothing!
"You!" Lisa exclaimed in surprise! What happened to this young man? Is he a woman disguised as a man? Why doesn't he have that thing
"Bitch, kill the nine tribes!" The young man twisted his body and broke away from Lisa's warm embrace with great force. A slap hit Lisa hard on the face, sending her flying seven or eight steps away. This slap was extremely powerful. When Lisa's body flew up, a blood arrow sprayed out from the corner of her mouth, and several big teeth flew out mixed with the blood.
"Hey, Oriental!" The black-bearded man who had just raised his wine glass and started yelling at his pirates separated from the crowd and walked slowly towards the young man who hit him. He sneered in a stuttering Oriental language: "This is no place for you to act recklessly. You actually dare to hurt the beautiful and lovely Miss Lisa. I think you should give her adequate compensation!"
All the big men looked at these young men greedily, their eyes full of malice.
Except for the young man who took action, the men behind him all stooped slightly and stood still in a posture that looked the most humble and respectful. Even their eyes were staring at the ground in front of their toes. They had not moved at all since they entered the tavern, maintaining this uncomfortable posture.
The young man who had hurt others sneered arrogantly. He raised his head slightly and sneered in a hoarse yet high-pitched voice: "A bitch will die if he dies. What is it worth? It's not just him. , that’s you, hehe!”
The black-bearded man stopped several meters away from these young men. As he continued to approach them, the black-bearded man sensed a dangerous aura. It smelled more dangerous than when I suddenly encountered the Wudalian Island Berserker warship on the northern ice ocean two years ago! The black-bearded man believed in his intuition. This small group of young people, who seemed extremely thin, were extremely dangerous and possibly fatal people.
Damn Orientals!
Only well-informed sailors know how many dangerous people and things exist in the East.
The nineteen young people in front of them felt like poisonous lizards lying on their hats, silent but deadly.
Coughing awkwardly, the black-bearded man wanted to retreat.
At this moment, the cripple quietly walked out from behind the wine cabinet.
"This is a lame shop, and you are all my customers. And customers are not allowed to do anything in a lame shop."
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