Lao Miaozi is really a Miao man. He is tall and strong, and his white teeth show when he smiles. But he is not Han, so people like them will not live a good life.
Wawa did not ask who hurt him. This was not the first time she had seen such a thing.
There are many reasons why Yi Ran has always looked down on Xie Xiaofeng, the most important of which is because of this family.
After Xie Xiaofeng became Aji, it was Lao Miaozi who took him in. Because of Aji, Lao Miaozi had a grudge against others, and in the end even his own mother was beaten to death.
And Aji is really a 'useless Aji', just watching people being beaten to death without taking any action... Although he later avenged their mother, what's the use of revenge when the person is dead?
Later, Xie Xiaofeng and Murong Qiudi's son, Xie Xiaodi, fell in love with the doll again, but unfortunately the doll was a girl from a brothel...
The third young master chose to become Aji in order not to use the sword anymore and not to bear the honor of the family. In the end, he stopped the two of them because of the family's face. This is really ironic!
Zuan really looked down on such a person, and he should have killed such a person long ago.
But a useless Aji, an Aji who tortures himself in a muddle-headed manner, would not feel happy if he killed such a person arbitrarily, but would feel disgusting.
Lao Miaozi smiled and said: "Baby, they are..."
Wawa wiped her tears and said: "This is the young master. From now on I will be a maid in the young master's house. This is the steward. They came to pick us up and live in the young master's house together."
Lao Miaozi looked at the two people, a young man with white hair and white clothes and a sick face; and a man with black hair and a cold face. His expression was also a little hesitant, more cautious.
Lao Miaozi looked at them and murmured: "I want to go back and ask my mother."
Nod randomly.
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Lao Miaozi's house is small and shabby, with no paper on the window lattice. Apart from a relatively large room that can sleep three people, the only thing left in the house is the kitchen.
When they entered the house, a gray-haired old woman was cooking in the kitchen.
Lao Miaozi said: "This is my mother, she is good at cooking." After he finished speaking, he smiled and said: "Mom, this is the young master, and this one is in charge."
The blood on his body had been cleaned up, and his mother didn't notice anything.
The dining table had been set in the room, and the old woman nodded to the two of them with a smile.
The stools are old but not dirty.
When he sat down randomly, the crow looked at him very unexpectedly. In the crow's memory, this heavenly king was a person who enjoyed himself very much. Regardless of the cost of food and clothing, he could not be said to be the best, but he would never be bad.
Moreover, this person always kills people with his smile. Who would have thought that Tianjun still has such a side?
The old woman squinted at Ran Ran and said, "Are you willing to be friends with my son? Don't you think he smells bad?"
Ranyi smiled and said, "He's just dirty, but he doesn't stink."
The old woman smiled and said, "Compared to you, we do wear dirty clothes, but don't you think the Miao people smell bad?"
Randomly shook his head.
The old woman smiled and started picking up food for the two of them.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps...
Lao Miaozi's smile was stiff and he said with a straight face, "I'll go out and see what's going on."
The footsteps sounded like more than one person, and the doll pulled him. In fact, she knew better than anyone else that the person who came was definitely not looking for her elder brother, but looking for herself.
Standing up randomly, Crow also put down his bowl and chopsticks.
When they walked out of the small room, they were surrounded by dozens of people outside.
There were thirty-nine people in total, each holding a gleaming silver sword in their hands. Grandma Han was over seven feet tall, with a waist as thick as a water tank, and her stubby fingers were covered with gold ornaments. Just because she is fat and her skin is tight, she looks really young.
When she was in a good mood, her eyes would occasionally smile, but now it was hard for her to smile.
The useless Aji has been thrown out by her, but things must not end like this. If she was just an ordinary brothel madam, she might have settled the matter, but she was not that ordinary.
Although Hanjialou is called Hanjialou, it does not belong to her. Behind Grandma Han is the Big Boss. The entire town can be said to belong to the Big Boss, and no one can offend the Big Boss here.
After learning that someone was robbing people in Hanjialou and killing more than a dozen of her men, she immediately asked for thirty-eight people from the big boss.
These people are no better than the useless thugs in the brothel. The people under the big boss are all good at martial arts.
The baby saw Grandma Han at a glance from the crowd.
She looked horrified and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Grandma Han, I...I..."
Grandma Han said sternly: "You bitch, you eat my food and live my life, how dare you follow a wild guy..."
Before she could finish speaking, the person had already flown far away, hit the low wall with another "thud" sound, and then fell down. Her whole body was limp, like a puddle of mud!
Everyone was stunned and looked at one person in surprise. But the man didn't look at them, but covered his mouth and coughed violently.
He has white hair and white clothes. His face is as pale as his white clothes and white hair. Not only does he cough violently, but he also seems to be extremely weak. Such a person can be blown down by the wind.
But it was such a person who actually beat a person into mud with a palm from the air.
They were not only stunned;
Covering his mouth haphazardly, the coughing finally subsided. Then he raised his head and glanced around, and the person suddenly disappeared.
The figure turned into a white shadow and swept into the crowd!
His steps were mysterious and mysterious, he was coming and going with his breath, and he was already raising his palms and waving his fingers.
With a light palm, the force penetrated the human bones, and the muscles and bones of the person hit were immediately broken, and the person was immediately beaten into several pieces.
A bearded man holding a big sword was the first to react. He roared angrily, raised the long sword high, gathered his fierce energy, and slashed down any head of his head!
The blade of the blade shone with a cold light, but as soon as the cold light came on, it suddenly went out, and one hand had already grasped the blade.
With a little force, the blade shattered.
With a look of horror on the bearded man's face, he struck down with a random palm, splitting the man in half, and a beautiful blood flower exploded!
Everyone's expressions changed horribly, and everyone stepped back step by step.
It's a pity that they didn't have time to decide whether to run or fight. They moved their bodies at will, just like immortals walking in the clouds. Every move and every move had an indescribable elegance.
One step down, and a life is lost.
He kills people like cutting grass, and his moves are light and free, just like writing in cursive writing with a swaying pen and flying ink colors!
It's just that what was painted was not a poem or painting, but one death after another. No one knew that killing could be so leisurely and beautiful.
The blade couldn't resist his gentle grip, and the living person couldn't resist his gentle palm. Each figure flew sideways and fell backwards. In just a few breaths, everyone was killed by his palm.
The coughing started again...but no one here could stand up anymore.
The man, who looked like he was having a hard time even standing, turned around and said calmly: "I'll go back to the inn first, and you can settle down with this family. Fortunately, they said it's rare for me to do something good, you..."
As if he was too tired, he turned around and left without saying any more.
