The two Uighurs, whose upper bodies were dominated by their lower bodies, did not feel any danger at all. They both stared hard at Cao Sanniang's round buttocks and began to breathe rapidly.
Perhaps feeling the burning gazes from these two eyes, Mrs. Cao Sanni lifted her head from Zhang Zhao's lap.
On that tender white face that shone with a healthy flesh color, strings of tears were falling down, as if a string of pearls were hung on the bright moon. The lips moistened by the teardrops were even more rosy. In the slightly opened red lips, porcelain The white teeth may be hidden or visible.
Sure enough, pear blossoms bring rain, I feel pity for them!
The two Uighur warriors even felt a sense of pity for her. Even they felt that it was a sin to send such a beauty into the hands of a devil like Ge Du.
'choke! This was the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed. The two Uyghurs who were completely attracted by Madam Cao Sanni looked up stupidly. Under the dim butter lamp, a horizontal sword with a cold light slashed down with thunderous force.
Zhang Zhao stood unmoved, holding the handle of the horizontal sword with both hands and raising it above his head, and then slashed at the Uighur on the right.
This guy wore a leather hat inlaid with iron plates, and was taller and stronger than the one next to him. Of course, he had to hit the one who was the biggest threat when he was caught off guard.
'when! 'The sharp horizontal knife directly cut the iron piece in the leather hat on the Uyghur's head. The extremely fast blade immediately hit the Uyghur's head. The tip of the knife actually cut into the Uygur's head by about two inches. Zhang Zhao even felt the opponent. The moment the skull cracked.
'Oh! ’ Blood poured out of the Uighur’s head like a fountain, and soon his forehead and face were stained red.
Amidst the screams, Zhang Zhao stepped forward again, kicked the Uighur man hard in the chest, and pulled out the horizontal knife from the opponent's head.
All this changed in just a few breaths. Seeing his companion being attacked, the Uighur on the left reacted very quickly. But just as he drew out the knife, Zhang Zhao twisted his waist and slashed him diagonally from right to left with the knife. Come down!
retreat! It was too late, the Uighur could only raise his knife horizontally to block.
'when! 'There was another crisp sound, and the Tibetan knife in the Uighur's hand broke!
Just kidding, the imitation Tang Dynasty Hengdao in Zhang Zhao's hand is made of later industrialized tool steel. Compared with it, the iron Tibetan knife in the hands of the Falcon this time is no different from rotten wood!
'Crack! 'Zhang Zhao never thought that a steel knife would make such a sound when it hits a person. It feels like you have chopped down several sugar canes at once.
Although there is a bit of resistance, it is more of a feeling of exhilaration. Every cell in the body is immersed in the pleasure of the thunderous strike just now, a bit like the exhilaration of passing five levels and defeating six generals before scoring a goal.
Warm and smelly blood sprayed all over Zhang Zhao, making two clanging sounds! The Tibetan knife that the Uighur man's hand on the left had broken into two pieces fell to the ground, and then a body that still smelled of sheep's smell weakened at the knees and knelt down in front of Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao took a closer look and saw that the knife he had just slashed diagonally from the upper right to the lower left. With a full blow, the chest of the Uighur on the left looked like it had been cut with a chainsaw, and a huge slash was cut out. of groove.
Blood mixed with unknown other colorful things flowed out crazily from the breach. The Uighur was not dead yet, his whole body was twitching and looking at him with eyes like a dead fish, and he was still making sounds in his mouth.
Qi Xiaohu and Sha Gou'er, who were in the distance, were both frightened by the thunderous blow. They had seen people kill people, but they had never seen people almost cut into two pieces with one knife.
"What a pig! Can you see my mother's figure?" A shout came, and Zhang Zhao looked back in surprise.
In his mind, the mature Lolita Cao Sanniangzi, who was as delicate and frail as an Aries, pulled up the Uighur's head on the right side of the ground, whose skull was almost chopped open, and wiped the short knife in her hand.
A cold light flashed, and a bloody arrow shot out from the Uighur's neck. The blood stained Madam Cao's tearful face, and the dying body in her hands kept twitching slightly.
hiss! This is a cruel person! Zhang Zhao took a breath of cold air.
It feels like you have a harmless kitten at home, delicate and frail, but one day you suddenly realize that she is not a kitten but a tigress, and she brutally kills a wild boar in front of you. .
Traveler Zhang Da feels that his worldview is about to collapse. A woman, a very beautiful woman, kills people without blinking an eye!
In the distance, the stunned sand dog quickly closed his eyes, acting as if I had never seen anything.
"Shagou'er, is Yeye's body beautiful?" Mrs. Cao Sanniang put down the Uighur corpse in her hand, took the knife and walked towards Shagouer. The pale face and closed eyes of Shagouer slid directly to the ground.
"Sister, please spare your life! Please spare your life! All of this was instigated by that dog slave Zhai Tongjin and has nothing to do with the villain!"
People who love vanity are generally not very strong. This is the case with Shagou'er. Cao Sanniang had already succumbed before Lady Cao Sanniang's dagger was placed on his neck.
"It has nothing to do with you? Is that dog slave Zhai Tongjin yours? Do you listen to him in everything?" Mrs. Cao Sanniang blinked at Zhang Zhao and left the sand dog behind. It was the result of the two people's discussion, because this guy still had Very useful.
"It was he who led the villain to fight, and made the villain owe Xijie two feet and five feet. If he can't pay back the money, he will send the villain to Dunhuang County. The villain has found out his crime, and begs the third lady to spare his life!"
Zhi is the general name for a kind of cotton cloth, and Xizhi is fine cotton cloth. This is a kind of official cloth with precise standards collected by official uniforms.
During the Guiyi Army period, there was a shortage of silver and copper in the northwest, so fine cotton cloth with a seal was used as currency. At this time, the Guiyi Army, Ganzhou Uighurs, Gaochang Uighurs and Khotan were all considered legal tender.
Mud, this guy is still a gambler! Two feet and five feet of fine silk is not a small sum of money. It is roughly equivalent to the annual rent and tax that a small landowner with 70 acres of land needs to pay. This guy is a poor soldier, and it is strange that he can afford it.
"Why should I believe you? Don't you call yourself the captain? Aren't you the one running around Ge Du's place? Who knows who is the mastermind between you and Zhai Tongjin?"
Zhang Zhao wiped the blood on the horizontal knife on the corpse of a Uighur, and then slowly walked towards Shagou'er.
The heavy footsteps and the cold light reflected by the sharp blade put great pressure on the sand dog.
"The villain can prove it. The villain can prove it. The villain still has the debt receipt, and Sanniang's golden hairpin is also on the villain."
With trembling hands and a desperate face, Shagouer took out not only Cao Sanniang's golden hairpin, but also his hope.
Because with these thirty coins, he could not only pay off his gambling debts, but also buy a small courtyard and marry a young lady.
Sure enough, he was someone who got into the eyes of money. At that time, Zhai Tongjin was beaten to death by Zhang Chao. There was a master like Zhang Zhao inside, and Zhang Zhong and Yin Yaozi came outside. It was a matter of life and death. This guy didn't forget to take Sanniangzi's gold treasure. Take the hairpin away.
