"interesting!"
Song Xuan smiled slightly. When he stepped into the small town, he had vaguely sensed no less than ten murderous intentions.
There is no reason for these murderous intentions. It seems that as long as outsiders step into the city, they will attract other people's murderous intentions.
"Rice cakes, fragrant and sweet rice cakes!"
Not far away, a woman was hawking. When she saw Song Xuan, she had a kind smile on her face and said, "Young man, would you like to try some of the rice cakes that have just been baked?"
Song Xuan looked a little dazed.
This scene seems to have been seen somewhere before...
Damn, isn't this the scene when Gongsun pretended to be Grandma Xiong and sold him sugar-fried chestnuts?
We can’t say they are completely similar, but we can say they are exactly the same!
Song Xuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Does your cake stay cooked?"
The woman looked unhappy and said, "You are a young man. I have been selling rice cakes my whole life. How can I still sell you a child?"
Song Xuan nodded, good, the code is correct, you have a way to die!
Throwing out a piece of broken silver, he chuckled and said, "Then give me one!"
"Okay!"
The woman skillfully took out a piece of steaming rice cake from the stove, wrapped it in fresh lotus leaves, and handed it to Song Xuan: "Young master, please try it. I'll agree with you after eating this rice cake!"
"Then let me try it!"
Song Xuan looked like he had no experience in the world and didn't know the dangers of society. He took a big bite of the rice cake in the woman's expectant eyes.
"How is the taste?"
Song Xuan chewed for a while, swallowed and shook his head, "My taste is a bit tricky. To be honest, your taste is a bit bland and lacks a bit of strength."
"The taste is bland?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "I have been selling rice cakes all my life, but you are the first one to say it tastes bland."
"It's really a bit light!"
Song Xuanshi said sincerely: "I don't know if you have ever tasted Aunt Gongsun's sugar-roasted chestnuts. She is very sweet with chestnuts wrapped in poison.
You are a bit stingy, and the rice cake is mixed with a layer of poison. This poison is not strong enough! "
"I don't know what you are talking about!"
The woman frowned and said, "I am a small business and a serious business. A family of four is waiting for me to make money to support the family. You seem to be the son of a wealthy family. Why do you need to trouble me, an old woman on the street?"
At this time, passers-by gathered on both sides of the street, and everyone started talking.
"Young man, this Mrs. Wang has been selling rice cakes in the city for decades. She is not a bad person."
"That's right. You said her rice cakes are poisonous. How can we not know if they are poisonous? I have been eating them for more than ten years. If they were poisonous, could I still be alive today?"
"That's right, if you think it's poisonous, I'll give you one to try!"
One of the old men raised his hand and took out a rice cake from the woman's oven, chewed it and swallowed it.
"Look, I'm not alive and well! People have different tastes. It's understandable that you don't like the taste of this rice cake, but just because you don't like eating it, you can't say that other people's rice cakes are poisonous, right?"
Song Xuan watched this scene quietly until the old man finished eating the rice cakes before he spoke.
"It's okay for you to eat this rice cake, and it's okay for others to eat it, but it's poisonous for me."
As he said that, he stared at the woman, his expression turned cold, and there was murderous intent in his eyes, "So, auntie, you have a problem with me!"
Feeling the substantial murderous intention enveloped her, the woman's expression finally changed. She ignored the stall and jumped up, about to jump onto the attic on the side of the street to escape.
Even the poison she carefully developed cannot be poisoned. This person's strength is definitely not something she can compete with!
But just as she jumped into the air, she felt a hot breath coming from her neck. The next moment, her whole body froze, and she was uncontrollably lifted by the neck and thrown to the ground.
Rolling off the ground, the woman stared at Song Xuan in horror, with cold sweat on her face.
Too strong, the strength gap between the two sides is too big. Although she has lived in seclusion in this small county for many years like an ordinary person, her innate cultivation is real.
But in the end, facing this young man in black, he was as weak as a cub, his innate energy was cut off in an instant, and he was unable to resist at all.
Song Xuan looked around. The people who were still gushing in defense of the woman now retreated to both sides, staring at him with fear and fear.
Song Xuan ignored them, but stepped forward and looked at the woman condescendingly, "Although I know that I can't ask anything, I still want to ask, this aunt, why do you want to kill me?"
The woman wiped cold sweat and said, "In this world, do you need a reason to kill people?"
"Don't you need it?"
"do you need?"
"But I want a reason, sir?"
"If you have to have a reason..." The woman raised her head and stared at him, "If you want to blame it, then it's because you are so beautiful! With such a beautiful face, God knows how many women will be fascinated by you.
Only by killing you can more girls be saved from harm. "
Song Xuan frowned, "Do you really think so?"
"I think so, what's wrong with that?"
Song Xuan stared at her for a long time. He originally wanted to ask him about Xuan Yiwei's disappearance, but now he suddenly lost his mood.
He raised his hand and waved, and the invisible force collapsed like a mountain. The woman's body shattered with a bang, and the streets were covered with blood and foam.
Song Xuan raised his hand to disperse the blood mist, feeling bad luck in his heart.
Madhu, in this feudal era, in this world of high martial arts, if you go out and walk around, you can actually meet a boxer.
On the street, the atmosphere was a bit stagnant.
But soon, the previous enthusiasm was restored again.
The shouts of vendors, the sounds of bargaining, and the playfulness and laughter of passers-by came one after another. It seemed as if nothing had happened just now, as if no one had ever died just now.
Song Xuan raised his hand and pointed at the old man who had just eaten a piece of rice cake. At this time, the old man was carrying a bundle of firewood to sell.
"Old man, are you planning to leave now?"
The old man paused in his steps and turned around stiffly, with a nervous look on his face, "Sir, it's Mrs. Wang who wants to harm you. This old man doesn't have any bad intentions!"
Song Xuan smiled gently and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you! But there are some things I need to ask you."
"Sir, please speak!" The old man lowered his body a little and did not dare to raise his head.
"A few days ago, a group of Xuanyi guards passed by here. Is this possible?"
The old man hesitated for a moment and was about to shirk his answer, but when he saw Song Xuan's cold eyes from the corner of his eye, he immediately trembled and trembled.
"Yes! That day, the old man just finished selling firewood and was about to leave the city. He happened to see a group of Xuanyi guards riding into the city."
"What's next?"
"There is no follow-up!" the old man said sincerely: "We ordinary people like martial arts masters can't afford to offend them, and we can't afford to offend Xuanyi Wei either.
After that, I hurried out of the city and went home. I didn't dare to stay and meddle in other people's business. "
