Chapter 2949 Volunteer Bricklayer

Not everyone is interested.

Some guys, the more difficult they encounter, the more they like to challenge it.

This is not a question of giving or not, but a matter of character.

Just like a certain bald guy has a strong interest in the profession of hero, this kind of person also has a considerable personality to challenge difficulties.

The kind of people I'm talking about are the young people I beat up and had a bunch of graffiti painted on their faces late that night.

One by one, they ferociously stopped me at a street corner and planned to do violence to me. However, they were kind enough to let the uninvolved person go - a man dressed as a beggar, who was actually quite famous in this town. information dealer.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"Revenge!" one of the young men gritted his teeth. I could clearly see that the metal wand he was holding was trembling slightly. Obviously, he was trying his best to control the urge to take action immediately, but this restraint was Painful and difficult.

"What revenge?" I asked knowingly: "I don't feel that I have any grudge or grudge against you."

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" A female voice sounded from the side. The next second, a girl with a thick gauze on her face took a step forward and said: "We have already found out clearly. The one we did evil is you!"

"Black hand?" I shook my head: "I'm sorry I can't understand what you mean, but your dress is quite unique. Is that mask a popular style this year?"

The girl gritted her teeth for a while, then suddenly pulled off the gauze on her face like crazy: "Face mask? Hum hum hum, is it still popular? Look at the good things you have done! You shameless, dirty and despicable bastard!"

Pfft~shut.

When I saw the pain of death at night written on her forehead and the little tortoise painted on her face, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ahh! You bastard!" The girl raised her spear and said angrily: "Brothers, blow this man up into a hornet's nest and hang it on the city gate to show the public that we are humiliated!"

A group of young people rushed toward me, yelling.

I have to say that young people are energetic!

Well, their actual ages are about the same as mine, and maybe some of them are slightly older than me. But don’t forget that I traveled through time. My age at the time of time travel plus my current age makes me fully qualified. Call them - young people.

Facing this group of indignant young people, I don't intend to kill them. After all, they are all passionate young people. It is understandable to be impulsive occasionally.

I picked up the demon sword at my waist with the sword in its scabbard and used it as a whistle stick to beat the young man who rushed over.

As I continued to beat him, I began to feel better. I had the same feeling of picking up a dog-beating stick and beating a drowned dog hard.

I saw my left stick hitting a certain guy on the butt, my right stick on a certain guy's arm, and my right stick hitting a certain guy's foot.

"Hey! Can you please stop beating me alone?" The little brother who was spanked on the butt, arms and feet at the same time suddenly became unhappy and said angrily.

This is a typical example of worrying not about scarcity but about inequality.

Only when the rain and dew have reached him can he regain his psychological balance.

So I soon gave him what he wanted - I beat the hell out of everyone except the girls.

But girls always have privileges sometimes. For example, at this time, although I can beat the big men in the face without any scruples, I can't stand in front of the girl's cute little face. It’s not that I can’t move my hand, it’s just that her face is so funny. I’m afraid that if I swing the stick a few more times, it will become even more funny and I might faint from laughing. In order to ensure that this trouble can be solved without any risk. , I decided not to beat her.

But this girl didn't have the consciousness to just stand aside and play games without being beaten by me. Instead, she screamed and attacked me repeatedly.

It's unbearable, even uncle and aunt can't bear it!

So I launched a bold counterattack - kicked her in the butt hard.

Driven by strength and inertia, she staggered forward for more than a dozen steps, and then fell to a dog to eat.

Fortunately, she is not weak in strength and has a strong face, but she still doesn't look bad.

I clapped my hands and walked out of the alley like a leisurely stroll. As I walked, I said, "It's late at night. Children should go home early to rest. It's not wise to gather and cause trouble."

The boys lay on the ground one by one, moaning and screaming, but the girl, who had only eaten one dog bite, lay on the ground angrily, pounded the ground hard, and cursed: "Asshole! Give it to me Stop! I'm going to kill you!"

Glancing at her who was lying on the ground unable to get up after being kicked, I chuckled and turned around to leave.

In the following days, the Oathkeepers did not cause any trouble for me, and the noble family masters did not test my intentions again. Only the noble young people came from time to time, either to chat with me or to bring me a jug of good wine. Or show me those unusual gadgets.

The so-called uncommon gadgets are mostly ingenious gadgets, and their craftsmanship, workmanship, and complexity are far behind those of goblin craftsmen.

This kind of thing is still cherished by aristocratic young people and treated as a treasure.

When I received the news of the arrival of the motorcycle, another two days had passed.

I pressed the seat cushion. It was very good and very elastic. You will not feel tired when you sit on it. It will be very comfortable at least for short distances.

I paid readily, but there was no tip, after all, they arrived past the deadline I set.

Taking the motorcycle with me to the bottom of the restaurant, I called the Blue Witch down and told her it was time to set off.

The Blue Witch walked down slowly holding the small hunting dog and a bag of snacks. After seeing the motorcycle, her eyes suddenly lit up. She rushed to the passenger seat, chose a comfortable position to sit down, and then waved her hand. , the snack bag flew next to her.

"Okay, you can get on your way!" the blue witch said lazily.

I had a stiff look on my face. I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't know what to say.

After buying a motorcycle, I will definitely drive it myself so that I can experience the effects of the motorcycle and avoid being synonymous with the disastrous female driver.

Of course, this does not mean that female drivers mean disaster. There are many female drivers who are still very good at driving, but the Blue Witch is definitely not one of them because she has never driven a car!

Let a girl who has never driven a car be the driver. Not only do I think I am lucky, but I also think I have too much money. With her willfulness and recklessness, I can guarantee that if she keeps crashing all the way, this ancient city will The ancient city will turn into ruins before dawn the next day.

And if I fail to run away smoothly, then for the rest of my life, I will most likely become the most glorious voluntary bricklayer in this town - for life.