"What nonsense are you talking about? We all have to live well. No matter how powerful Xiao Yi is, can he still break down the city wall with his bare hands?"
Yang Shu took a bow and stretched it to test its toughness.
"Xiao Yi will have to adjust for two days during the long march." Yang Shu loosened his string, "The news has spread, and people in the city are panicked. This is extremely detrimental to us."
"If you're not careful, the knife may come from behind."
"Arrange a group of very evil guards and have them patrol street by street to intimidate you."
Wei Si nodded, and seeing that Yang Shu had no other instructions, he went down from the tower.
In the teahouse, the man put down the tea bowl heavily.
"Jiao Er, what's wrong? Are you being beaten by your mother-in-law again?" the man joked.
"Fuck you!" the man spat, "You can still laugh. Do you know who is coming?"
"Who is it?" The waiter asked him nonchalantly as he added some tea.
"That female Rakshasa from Xiao Kingdom!"
The waiter's hand shook and the tea spilled out. He came to his senses and glared at the man angrily, "Why are you scaring anyone in broad daylight? The female Rakshasa is in the capital of Xiao Kingdom and has not been out for nearly half a year."
"This little fight will not alarm her."
Jiao Er slapped the table, "Am I scaring you? Everyone is outside the city!"
"You were busy in the shop and you didn't hear about this."
Seeing that he looked serious, the waiter's expression changed. He had returned to his home before and had just rushed here in the morning. Who knew the weather had changed.
"Aren't you laughing?" Jiao Er snorted.
The man put down the teapot and licked his lips, "Can the Xinjiang Bei Army hold on?"
"What do you think?" Jiao Er tightened his cheeks and his face darkened.
"Wei, aren't Wei Si good at fighting?"
"Young boy, you only have so much food to eat. How do you expect him to beat up a female Rakshasa?" Jiao Er asked the waiter to look at the street. "Did you see them? They are all running away."
The clerk pursed his lips and said, "I'll go to the shopkeeper to settle the wages."
"Why are you still sitting still?"
After taking two steps, the waiter frowned when he saw Jiao Er still drinking tea.
"The old guy is sick again. He's lying on the couch and can't run away." Jiao Er drank tea with his head down.
The guy opened his mouth and closed it again. He had better mind himself.
"Xiao Yi's reputation is really great." Yang Shu said quietly, looking at the hurried pedestrians on the street.
"Sir, you will definitely win her." Fang Zhuang said loudly and impassionedly.
"Have vision." Yang Shu praised and walked forward along the street.
…
"What is this? It's so precious." The man with a sinister face snatched the jar from the girl's arms.
The two men were surrounded by people pushing carts to flee.
No one will mind their own business when they have nothing to worry about.
"give me back."
Lian Ran rushed towards the man, his face full of anxiety.
"Fuck you." The man raised his foot and kicked Lian Ran hard in the abdomen.
The thin girl immediately fell to the ground, hunched over, and cold sweat broke out on her painful forehead.
She struggled to get up and staggered after the man, "Give it back to me, it's not valuable!"
Lian Ran hugged the man's leg and begged: "Open it and take a look. It's really worthless. Please give it back to me."
Lian Ranran cried and hugged the man's leg tightly, refusing to let go no matter how hard he kicked her.
The man looked impatient, opened the jar, reached in and touched it. He didn't believe Lian Ran's words at all.
Along the way, Lian Ran hugged her tightly, was hit by someone, and fell to the ground while protecting the jar. There must be a treasure hidden inside.
Touched it!
The man picked up the hard object, and in the next moment, as if he had been bitten by a snake, he threw the jar away with his hand.
The muffled sound was not noticeable among the sounds of wheels and footsteps.
Lian Ran's eyes were stunned, and then she screamed and rushed over. At this moment, she could no longer suppress it and screamed heartbreakingly, like a madman.
The man's face was livid, and he kicked and beat Lian Ran in anger.
"What kind of treasure do you think it is!"
"What a bad luck!"
Lian Ran tightly guarded the broken jar, his eyes blood red.
Why! Why! She just, she just wants to take grandpa home!
Why doesn't this work? ! !
Lian Ran turned her head, and the man was startled by her eyes.
After reacting, he became more and more annoyed and was about to step on Lian Ran's face.
"ah!"
The man screamed, Lian Ran held the porcelain piece and stabbed it into the man's flesh.
The sharp pieces of porcelain cut Lian Ran's hand into a bloody mess, but she seemed not to feel the pain and stabbed the man's leg frantically.
"Smelly bitch!" the man roared, swinging his fist to hit Lian Ran on the head.
The moment they were about to meet, a strong force kicked the man to the ground.
Yang Shu's face was cold, he raised his foot and stepped on the man's hand, crushing it hard.
"You're a guy who only knows how to bully little girls, why didn't you cum in Gong's bucket?"
"Not capable?"
"Get up!" Yang Shu kicked the man in the chest.
The man was vomiting blood, but he still had the strength to beg for mercy.
"Calling you a beast is an insult to the beast."
After twisting the man's hand, Yang Shu looked at Fang Zhuang and said, "I picked his hamstring."
"Master, Master! I know I was wrong!"
The man's face was distorted, his tears and nose were smeared together, and he was screaming and shouting.
Yang Shu didn't even look at him, his eyes fell on Lian Ran.
The little girl was lying on the broken porcelain, motionless, muttering something in her mouth, her eyes full of sadness and hatred.
"Get a jar." Yang Shu said to the secret guard.
He surrounded Lian Ran with cloth, and Yang Shu gave her the jar, "Get up, there is no wind."
Lian Ran grabbed the jar and immediately put the ashes in his hands, his movements panicked and chaotic.
"What are you looking at? Do you want to be like him?"
Yang Shu glanced at the crowd of spectators coldly.
In a borderland like northern Xinjiang, it is really disappointing that there is no bloody idea.
The evil aura on Yang Shu's body scared everyone and quickly dispersed.
"The ground is very clean." Yang Shu squatted down and grabbed Lian Ran's hand. "It's gone. It's all in the jar."
Lian Ran shook his head, the blood on his hands stained the ground red.
The clothes on his abdomen were obviously wet. He was lying on the broken porcelain and was stabbed.
"I said, it's gone!" Yang Shu's voice became louder, trying to wake up Lian Ran.
Lian Ran raised his head and looked at Yang Shu blankly, blood pouring out from the corner of her mouth.
Yang Shu's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't care about anything else and picked him up.
He walked very fast, but at a steady pace. People with internal injuries are most taboo to move. Yang Shu put Lian Ran down nearby and asked Fang Zhuang to invite the doctor.
While treating the wound, the doctor took off the wooden sign tied in Lian Ran's sleeve.
Yang Shu was about to leave, his eyes fixed. He snatched the wooden sign in three steps and two steps at a time. He had seen this thing in the old man's house!
"Fang Zhuang, go check it out." Yang Shu said in a condensed voice.
"Let me know when you wake up." Before leaving, Yang Shu told the secret guard.
He remembered that the old man had said that he had carved one piece of the wooden sign and Yang Zibao had carved it himself. The battlefield was cruel and no one dared to say that he would be alive.
With the wooden sign, the body can be recovered even if the head is missing.
