"Hmm..." The handsome young man said in a cry.
No one has ever asked him this question, and no one has spoken with concern since his father and mother died.
"Have you decided where to go?" Zhao Wujiang asked again.
Dogs barked closer and footsteps were heard in dense numbers.
A group of people broke into this peaceful and dim halo.
"Little beast, let's see where you run away today!" The leader was a bloated middle-aged man wearing a military hat and brocade clothes.
The middle-aged man was followed by more than a dozen servants, each of whom held a black dog in his hand. They were grinning and barking at the two people at the wonton table.
The young man had a look of horror on his face and hurriedly got under the table.
The old man Wonton leaned against the wall and took another puff of cigarette. The smoke obscured his eyes.
Zhao Wujiang picked up the small bowl and took a sip of the already cold clear soup, and said calmly:
"Did you buy it?"
"Hmph. Who are you? Do you want to meddle in other people's business?" The middle-aged man took a few steps closer with his hands behind his back. His face was full of disdain at first, but when he saw Zhao Wujiang's handsome appearance, his eyes suddenly lit up. , not shying away from revealing a touch of obscenity:
"Okay, okay, you are so handsome and have a good temperament. Are you interested in visiting the master's house?
Keeping it keeps you coming back for more. "
"Did you buy it?" Zhao Wujiang glanced sideways, as if looking at a piece of garbage, and asked the same question.
This contemptuous look strangely did not arouse the middle-aged man's anger, but made him even more excited. He rubbed his hands with a lustful look in his eyes:
"Of course, sir, I spent a lot of spiritual stones to buy this.
His father is dead and his mother is dead. If I hadn't given him a mouthful of food, he would have starved to death.
Have you thought about whether you want to go to the master's house? "
"Not interested." Zhao Wujiang tapped his finger on the table, and a talisman quickly took shape.
The old man Wonton, who was leaning against the wall, glanced over.
"That's not up to you!" The middle-aged man waved his hand, and a dozen servants came forward with their dogs, trying to capture Zhao Wujiang.
The young man hid under the table, hugging Zhao Wujiang's calf tightly, shivering.
"call..."
The talismans on Zhao Wujiang's fingertips dispersed like a gust of wind. At the same time, the dozen domestic servants and black dogs who rushed forward also disintegrated like a gust of wind, turning into bloody wind and snow particles, floating in all directions.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The middle-aged man's pupils shrank violently, and the panic was more violent than the cold wind. In an instant, it covered his bloated body. He never imagined that his dozens of domestic servants would die in such a strange and bizarre way. quietly.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
He kept roaring, his calves were trembling wildly, and he couldn't move any further.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! My brother is the steward of the City Lord's Mansion and the steward of Master Zhou Mu. If you kill me, you will die too!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows slantingly, his gentleness mixed with evil charm, he smiled and said:
"Give you a moment to breathe and call for help. If you don't call for help, I will dig out your dog's eyes first."
The reason why Zhao Wujiang didn't directly kill this middle-aged man who liked men's sexual behavior was because he had already seen the power behind the middle-aged man.
How is it possible that he can come and rob someone without any hesitation in public, and even the old man at the wonton stall on the street knows about the fact that the house is raising prostitutes, and yet he can live peacefully in the city, still acting domineering, without any background, how is it possible?
They are all robbers and lustful, but today's middle-aged people are fundamentally different from the nephew of Chen Shi, the governor of Wutong Prefecture.
Chen Shi's nephew was lustful, but it was more of a consensual relationship. The girl at that time was actually willing to accept the betrayal of lust.
Today's middle-aged people are forced to prostitute themselves and rape young people.
Therefore, if Zhao Wujiang wants to cut the grass today, he must remove the roots.
If you want to get rid of the person the middle-aged man relies on, even if this person turns out to be the Yunzhou Prefect, he will never show mercy.
Yunzhou and his party, he was extremely disappointed with Yunzhou's management.
"Help! Killer!" Hearing this, the middle-aged man roared at the top of his lungs with fear on his face:
"Come on, come on, kill people, kill people!
Help! Help! Brother, save me! "
The sound of a jade flute came from the distance, and then the sound broke through the air like thunder, approaching quickly.
