Chapter 192 Cowhide

Kaifeng is a big city.

Bai Choufei has been opened

There is a Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng. Everyone knows that recently, the most famous one in Kaifeng is not the eternal Bao Qingtian, but a street

This street was originally a very lively street, with vegetable markets, teahouses, morning fairs, and flower markets.

But now there is suddenly nothing left.

It's like a person who has always been very healthy and strong suddenly died. The street also died and turned into a dead street.

The door panel of the teahouse has not been taken down for several days. There are only some mottled germanium knife marks left on the butcher's meat case in the vegetable market, and there is almost no one on the street.

No one wants to come to this street again. There are too many tragic disasters on this street.

Only a wild dog with a tail between its legs stretched out its tongue and licked the blood stains that had not been washed clean in the cracks of the slate.

Wild dogs will never know what kind of blood is here.

Wild dogs don't know, cowhide knows.

On another small street, in a small restaurant called "Lao Zhang Steamed Bun Shop", cowhide is bragging.

"Cowhide" is a player, but it is not his name. His name is Niu Yuzhe. Cowhide is just his nickname, because this good young man can not only brag, but also has a thick skin than cowhide.

He is bragging to a stranger from afar, because the stranger has invited him to drink a lot of wine.

He blew the tragic story that happened on the street outside Copper Camel Lane that day.

"That boy is really a good boy. I really admire him from the bottom of my heart," said "That boy is really a mother. He is not afraid of death."

The stranger listened silently and poured wine for him.

"Later, I heard that the boy's surname is Li, and he is a friend of the old lion." Cowhide said, "Dragons make dragons, phoenixes make phoenixes, and mice can make holes. This sentence is really good. Only a good man like an old lion can make friends like him."

There seemed to be a flash of light in the stranger's eyes, but he quickly lowered his head.

"You were also on that street that day?"

"Why am I not here? How can I miss this kind of thing?" Cowhide was in high spirits. "That day, when I was thinking of going to Lao Hu's teahouse for a cup of morning wine, I saw the boy swaggering alone. In February, he only wore a short coat, but put the big coat in his hand. Later, I knew that there was a sword hidden under that big coat.

The cowhide suddenly stood up and drew with his chopsticks: "In this moment, the sword pierced Boss Cai's heart, so fast that people can't even see it clearly." He shook his head and sighed, "No one thought that the boy was really so gutless that even my cowhide was scared."

"What happened later?"

"Everyone believes that the boy must be unloaded. Unexpectedly, at that moment, a man suddenly fell from the air, as if... it was like a flying general falling from the sky."

Such a good "word" actually came from his own mouth. The cowhide was really proud, so he quickly drank a large bowl of wine and deliberately asked the stranger.

"Guess who fell from the sky?"

"Is it an old lion?"

Cowhide patted his thigh hard: "It's not bad at all, it's him." The more you talk about cowhide, the more energetic it becomes.

"After all, the old lion is an old lion. Although he is not very lucky recently and he is much thinner, he still looks like a male lion as soon as he stands up."

Cowhide straightened his chest, patted his chest, and said in the old lion's tone, "He is my friend. Whoever dares to touch him must kill me first."

"Later," the stranger asked coldly, "Doesn't Boss Cai's brothers dare to touch him?"

"Who dares to move, the old lion's lion's power, who else dares to move?"

Cowhide suddenly sighed: "No one really dared to move. Unexpectedly, there was a group of bastards from other places who didn't know how to live or die, and they insisted on the lion's head."

"People from other places?"

Cowhide nodded: "Later, I learned that those bastards were all paid by Boss Cai."

"But Boss Cai is dead. Even if they kill the old lion, no one will pay for them." The stranger asked, "Why do they work hard for the dead?"

"Of course they have plans," he said proudly, "Although your brother can't figure it out, I know it."

"Oh?"

"Although your brother doesn't know what kind of person the old lion is, I know that those bastards must also know."

"What do you know?"

"I know that the old lion will never let them go."

"Why?"

"That group of bastards kill people at the sight of money. Both hands are bloody, and they are not the brothers of the Lion Hall. If the old lion re-enters the throne of the Hall, can they still grow their heads on their necks?"

"It's reasonable." The stranger admitted, "You are right."

"But if they really kill the old lion, they can always squeeze some oil from Boss Cai's men." Cowhide said, "So they did it."

He can analyze such a complicated matter so clearly. Cowhide can't help but admire himself, so he immediately drank another big bowl: "This is better to do it first, and then do it."

"Who suffered?"

"I couldn't see it either." Cowhide said, "That battle was earth-shaking. At least eight of the ten people on the street were so scared that they even peed out."

Cowhide also showed fear in his own eyes, as if he saw a large piece of flesh and blood flying up, and heard the sound of the blade cutting on the bone.

"My cowhide is not abscess, but since I watched the war, I can't eat for at least two or three days."

His voice was hoarse, as if he didn't want to talk any more, but the stranger added a large bowl of wine for him in time.

The bowl of wine immediately raised his interest.

"At the beginning, the old lion and the boy surnamed Li had the upper hand, but later it was wrong."

"Why?"

"As the saying goes, two fists can't match the four hands, and a good man can't stand many people. Although the old lion is strong, there are only two people in the end. Even if others stretch out their necks to let them cut, their hands will be sour sooner or later.

Cowhide said again, "Seeing this situation, the brothers of the Lion Hall, who had been shocked by the old lion, seemed to be moved and wanted to take the opportunity to hit this falling lion."

The stranger is nodding.

The same is true of his idea. The situation at that time must have evolved into this.

"As long as those people move, I'm afraid that the old lion and the one surnamed Li will be chopped into meat sauce."

Cowhide sighed again: "At that time, I already hoped that they could run away quickly. It's not that they didn't have a chance to run. If it were my cowhide, I wouldn't know where to go."

"Didn't the old lion run?"

"Of course I didn't run." The cowhide straightened his chest and said, "What kind of person is the old lion? He is not a nobody like my cowhide. With his identity and temper, if you kill him, he won't run away.

"So he didn't run?"

"No."

"But I know he is not dead."

"Of course he didn't die. How could the old lion die," the cowhide sighed: "But the spikes are dead."