Their eyes were like eagles, and death stared at these majestic men with slaughter in their eyes.

And there are hundreds of pairs of such eyes. Many of the guests, vendors, and pedestrians who were playing around were almost overwhelmed by this momentum.

The so-called companion was Ding Wu's former subordinates, and many of these people in Prince Gong's Mansion had nowhere to go, so they were recruited by him, and in Jiang Chang'an's words, there were more than three times the amount of silver in Prince Gong's Mansion every month.

The reason why the executioner has nothing to do but kill people is because no one dares to use it, and who dares to use a person who once specialized in killing people for a living? Regardless of loyalty, it is difficult to say whether he has an enemy or an enemy who is not clean in his own work.

But Jiang Changan is different from others, because it is enough for him to dare to use one person, and this person is Ding Wu.

The surrounding group of spectators were amazed, how could they know that these people were really the 'living dead' who crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Under the wave of Ding Wu's hand, the twenty or so people were dragged to the back alley like ashes, no one dared to take a step closer, but they could clearly hear the heart-rending screams and howls coming out of it, and the hysterical despair made people shudder.

Zhao Xinyan jumped out of shock and looked at this man again, such a person was sent to be a chef...... What is your intention? Another temptation?

Just guessing, Ding Wu took out an ordinary letter paper from his arms, spread it out and said, "The gentleman has an order......

Suddenly, Zhao Xinyan bowed his head in a hurry, and his eyes were full of pious reverence.

Others have already been dumbfounded, where have they ever seen Sister Zhao, who has the same scenery, looking at the horse's head? Isn't this surprise like seeing a flower on the side of the street and having money to play for a while?

Ding Wudao: "Jun Shuai has an order, Zhao Xinyan has been in charge of Jun Ya Lou in an orderly manner for a year, and all affairs in Yingzhou have been handed over, those who you don't like, those who don't like you, just call back ......"

Zhao Xinyan was in a trance for a moment when she heard this, and asked in a hesitant whisper: "Dare to ask Mr. Ding, is this really what Jun Shuai said?"

"Word for word. Ding Wu coughed embarrassedly, Childe's order was really casual, even if it was placed on this cheap letterhead, how did he feel disproportionate.

Zhao Xinyan excitedly held the letter paper, looked at it a few times, her heart was surging, and her eyes were slightly red: "Zhao Xinyan knocks thank Jun Shuai!"

After many years of waiting, she finally waited for this opportunity. If abolishing Li Huaxuan is revenge, then the next thing she has to do is to fight back against the Li family!

"Let the Li family become the first stepping stone for Junshuai to pacify in Yingzhou!"

Zhao Xinyan cautiously approached his side again, and whispered: "Mr. Ding, I don't know if you can give me some advice, why did Junshuai let you come?"

A person with such strength should be a chef, not to mention that Zhao Xinyan won't believe it, even the chef of Jun Yalou won't believe it.

Ding Wu turned his head to look at her, and said lightly: "Chef ......"

"In that case, then all the cooks in Junya Building will be withdrawn first......"

Ding Wu said again: "No need, they are chefs who cut vegetables, we are cutting people, and there is no conflict." ”

"Ah?!" Zhao Xinyan was shocked again.

......

Moon City is a small city on the border of Dongling Kingdom, although it is at the junction of Dongling and Xia Zhou, the customs and customs have a vague tendency to be separated from Xia Zhou, and many strange utensils have not even been seen in Jiang Chang'an, a walking knowledge repository.

The most fortunate thing is that the language of the Eastern Spirit Kingdom is almost the same as that of Xia Zhou, unlike the barbarians in the western part of the Barbarian Hill Country, who can't understand what they say.

The origin of the name Moon City is not that the building is in the shape of a moon or that the city is a moon, but because of the blue lake in the city, which naturally forms the shape of a crescent moon, which is used for the daily life of the entire Moon City. At the same time, this lake is on the only way between the two countries, prosperous and noisy, full of human touch and fireworks that Jingzhou does not have.

There are many high-rise buildings in the city, and the summer noon sun is in the sky, and before it is time to have lunch, the second floor of a restaurant is already full of tea customers.

What everyone puts in front of them is not a nest of rice steamed buns, but a handful of dried fruits, a pot of tea, when the mouth is dry, drink a cup of tea, pay two dollars of silver, even if it is a dish, you can mix it for an afternoon, not to mention, there is an old man in front of the stage in front of the desk telling the story from Jingzhou, which is thousands of miles away.

The old man was thin and weak, his voice was hoarse but powerful, his eyes were deep but sharp like a falcon, and although there were many wrinkles, he showed an unyielding fortitude.

Unlike Xia Zhou's ordinary storyteller sitting in front of the desk, shocked, and storytelling, the old storyteller in front of him used an erhu to pull out a sad atmosphere and bring everyone into the atmosphere. When he talked about Jiang Chang'an's defeat of Xia Ji, his tone was impassioned, the sound of the piano turned sharply, stirring and exciting, and when he talked about breaking into the sea of corpses of the Yin soldiers alone, he was sad and resolute, and the sound of the piano suddenly relaxed and fell to the valley, with the old man's old voice, it knocked everyone's soul all the time.

This old man is a new storyteller in recent days, and this unique storytelling style has made hundreds of people flock to it in one day, and the shopkeeper in the restaurant is also smiling, even if these people only need a tea money, it is also a lot of money.

The whole story has reached the end of the story, and it will not be long before it ends.

At the end of the day, the old man's chord voice was synchronized with the words, and he said sonorously: "At this point, it is Jiang Gongzi who has defeated Wang Ji wisely, and he has no regrets about saving the beauty!"

"Good!"

"Well said!"

A deafening sound erupted in the restaurant, and everyone listened to it with red faces, drowning in the thunderous storm of this moment.

But there was a young man who was different from the others, and when everyone else was clapping hard and his hands were red and swollen, the man in white just quietly covered the ears of the girl in his arms, lest the harsh sound scare her.

The girl's face was pale and sluggish, but there was a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth leaning on his arms, her palm was holding a string of half-bitten rock sugar gourds, and her whole small mouth was dyed pink, and her sickly face could not hide her lovely face.

The old storyteller bowed, walked off the stage with the erhu, pulled out a cloth pocket from his cuffs, and walked in front of everyone with a smile.

Even if they are shy in their pockets, everyone will take out the silver to give a reward, which is the rule.

Slowly, the old man walked to the corner and walked in front of the two.

The man in white handed the little girl a piece of ten taels of silver, and the little girl sweetly put it in the old man's cloth pocket.

"This son, the little old man doesn't need so much, only two dollars is enough, and you come to the party every day these days, and the little old man is already content. The old man said that he would take out the ingot and return it to him.

"Mr. Qin, don't worry, I have something I want to consult the seniors, and this silver should be regarded as the cost of my consultation. "Humane in white.

The old gentleman's surname is Qin, no one knows his name, but everyone calls him 'Qin Fool' as if they had discussed it, Mr. Qin is not stupid, how can a stupid person tell such a moving story? The reason why he is said to be stupid is because he is not familiar with the world, is not good at words, and is alone, and there is only one thing left in his heart: storytelling, and even the daily cost of the restaurant occupying the venue has been deceived by the restaurant shopkeeper.

It seemed that it was the first time he had heard someone call him sir, and the old man was slightly stunned.

"Mr. Qin has been to many places and traveled all over the world, so he should have some understanding of what happened in many places, right?"

The old man bowed and replied: "I don't dare to say anything, I can only know a little bit about it, I don't know what the son wants to ask?"

The man in white smiled and said, "The old gentleman came all the way from Guling, the capital of the Dongling Kingdom, I wonder if you have heard the news of a three-zhang giant on the way?"

"What Gongzi wants to ask, is it the head of the Yin soldiers?"

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