Yuelai Inn has turned into a mess.
More than a hundred people from all walks of life poured into Yuelai Inn.
Someone came in through the front door.
More are falling from the sky!
They landed on the patio outside the backyard woodshed.
The patio is not big, so there are still many people standing on the roof.
There are people on all four roofs.
Yuelai Inn has been besieged by more than a hundred people from the Jianghu.
The door to the woodshed was broken open.
Four bodies were already lying at the door.
Xiaoqin held the knife in her left hand and put down the bowl in her right hand.
He raised his eyes to look at the dazzling swords and guns outside the house, then looked back at the half-eaten rice left in the bowl.
After thinking about it, he put down the knife and picked up the chopsticks.
As many people outside the door looked at him, he started to eat his meal with a big mouthful!
The dark coffin was beside him.
Five plates of food were placed on the lid of the coffin.
The plate was almost empty, and the two rice bowls were also empty.
He seemed to have eaten two bowls of rice.
But he was still on his third bowl.
He must be very hungry.
So even though he knew it would be impossible for him to escape, he still decided to eat before dying.
There were two men holding knives at the door and swallowed. They looked at each other, and then looked at Xiaoqin with a fierce light in their eyes.
"Want to eat and hit the road?"
"Even if Lord Yama agrees, I won't give you this chance!"
The two stepped in, raised their swords, and shouted: "Go to hell!"
Two piercing cold lights, wrapped in the howling cold wind, struck at Xiaoqin's head.
At that moment.
Xiaoqin's right hand still held the chopsticks, but she had already grabbed the knife placed on the coffin.
His cheeks were still moving, and his eyes were still in the bowl.
He swung the knife casually.
sweep!
An arc of light flashed across.
His knife was placed on the coffin.
The two people who rushed in suddenly covered their abdomens with expressions of extreme pain on their faces.
They staggered back.
The knife in his hand fell to the ground.
They exited the woodshed door.
He fell to the snow with a "plop".
The blood in the abdomen just flowed out at this time.
It flows quickly.
So the snow on the ground was dyed red.
The person at the door took two steps back unconsciously, and was ten feet away from the threshold.
The short distance of one foot was just a matter of jumping, but now in their eyes, the threshold was like the gate of hell!
Xiaoqin continued to eat.
He originally ate very slowly.
Because he cherishes every meal.
Besides, this meal today tastes great.
He wanted to enjoy it carefully.
Tomorrow... I promised to return the brother ten taels of silver, but the place in Zhouyuan is obviously a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
The money must be returned.
Then you must work hard to get out of that dragon's pond and tiger's den alive.
But now, it seems that Zhou Papi can't wait any longer.
He actually sent so many people...
Xiaoqin felt a little regretful.
There are still two wounds on his body that have not yet healed.
One was left by Zhu Youxian, the eight-step soul chaser from the Beggar Clan. He cut Zhu Youxian's stomach with a knife, but Zhu Youxian's dog-beating stick fell on his waist.
My waist hurts a little.
The other injury was more serious.
That was left by Murong Ruyan of Gusu Murong.
He stabbed Murong Ruyan in the abdomen, but her smoke-like sword also stabbed into his own abdomen.
It’s just that I have more experience.
That sword didn't hurt the internal organs too much.
If it were the past, it would take three to five months to recover.
But we have to hurry and arrive in Zhouzhuang before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
He didn't get a break.
Just apply two doses of hemostatic plaster on the wound and then wrap it with the cloth.
Once the movement becomes more violent, the wound will burst and bleed again.
He tried not to bleed himself.
Because there is too much blood, the person becomes weak.
Now it seems that it may not be possible without bloodshed.
He finished the last bite of his meal.
There was not a grain of rice left in the bowl.
He stood up and tightened the cloth bag around his waist so that the enemy could not see that he was injured.
Otherwise, those enemies would rush towards him desperately like wolves smelling blood.
His hand fell on the coffin again.
He knocked three times very naturally.
Then he picked up his two knives and stood in front of the door.
it's very windy.
It's very cloudy.
It looks like it's going to snow again.
The people in the yard waved their weapons and moved towards him step by step.
Suddenly, the roof of this woodshed was broken.
Someone fell from the roof.
Xiaoqin frowned.
There's that coffin in the house!
He took a step back.
Turn around.
A shot was stabbing him in the back.
A knife was hitting his head.
There was another sword, slashing towards his abdomen.
outside the door.
The group of people suddenly launched a fierce offensive. They roared and walked on the snow, and the snow suddenly danced wildly.
They wield knives.
Attack from both sides!
Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe, standing on the rooftop in the distance, squinted their eyes.
They all laughed.
No one has three heads and six arms.
No matter how fast the sixteen-year-old boy named Xiaoqin drew his sword, he couldn't look forward and backward.
Therefore, he must die!
But at this moment.
Chang Baishu was suddenly startled.
He saw a knife!
A broadsword exuding a chilling feeling!
That knife struck from the left side of Chaimen!
Wei Changhe was startled almost at the same time. He looked to the right!
On the right side of Chaimen, a broadsword with cold light struck down.
Two knives.
The woodshed door is sealed!
Two knives killed the two people who had just rushed to the door!
Two knives fell to the ground.
The two landed.
They wore masks but looked young.
One on the left and one on the right, they stood at the door like door gods.
inside the door.
Xiaoqin slashed three knives between the lightning and flint.
There were only two screams.
Because one of them's head was split by a knife and flew out.
There are people on the roof.
Xiaoqin did not fly out to kill people.
Because he has to guard this coffin.
He looked back.
Wang Zheng, Haoxuan and Amu also looked into the room at this moment.
Xiaoqin grinned.
Wang Zhenghaoxuan shrugged: "Thank you when you are alive."
"good!"
The enemy comes again.
More people, more weapons, more shouts of death, and therefore more wails.
The fight inside and outside the woodshed became intense at that moment.
The wooden woodshed simply couldn't withstand the collision of those weapons and corpses.
It collapsed.
Xiaoqin stood in the cold wind.
The coffin was buried under the thatch.
The knives in the hands of Amu and Wang Zhenghaoxuan were colder than the cold wind.
Blood sprayed in the air as their knives rose and fell.
When the fat landlady came to the backyard, what she saw were countless flowers condensed with blood that filled the wind.
It would have been beautiful.
But her woodshed collapsed and repairing it would require a lot of money, so she was very angry!
So, she stepped into the blood flower in one step.
She roared: "Damn you guys!"
"If you want to call me, why don't you call me outside my shop?"
"Go to hell!"
Her hands reached into her arms.
Then……
Su Meng, who just ran over, saw money flying in the sky! !
Bloody silver!
Money that costs lives!
Chang Baishu on the rooftop in the distance was suddenly startled:
"The boy who spreads his wealth...silver is like life!"
