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On the wide street, He Jizong and his party walked in the middle of the road, and pedestrians on both sides avoided one after another, and in order to stay away from right and wrong, they all bowed their heads to the side of the road. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, a terrible scream sounded on the street, and everyone stopped and looked sideways, it turned out to be a young woman crying and running straight to He Jizong and them.

She rushed into He Jizong's team like crazy, dragged out an old man from inside, threw herself into his arms and cried: "Grandpa, grandpa." ”

The old man had a rope tied around his wrist, and he tried to appease his granddaughter several times, but he could only give up because of the restraint when he raised his hand. Two lines of turbid tears flowed down, which could only give her verbal comfort.

"Lirong doesn't cry, go back quickly. Grandpa is fine. He whispered something in her ear, and the girl cried even more sadly.

The cries echoed in the empty streets, and it looked particularly bleak

He Jizong's subordinates came over and slapped the old man, the old man was weak and could not withstand the attack of the young and strong, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground.

The girl named Lirong didn't know where she got a fierce force, pushed away the beater, and threw herself at the old man's side, trying to help him up.

Xu is that the people of Yindu have seen too much of this scene, and their hearts have become numb. None of them came to help.

Ling Caiwei frowned.

The two shopkeepers behind him discussed: "This girl is a relative of Qian Yuan." It's pathetic. The girls are all engaged to relatives, and the surname He is still robbed. ”

"Shhhh Don't let him hear. Now this girl's fiancé has died inexplicably, and I don't know if the surname He killed him. ”

"Bad luck. Our silver capital has made the surname He miserable. ”

Ling Caiwei didn't want to meddle in things, and waited until Uncle Yusuo and Yan Feiying left here. However, the scene in front of her made her blood boil, and the uneven blood flowing in the Ling family's bones encouraged her to rush out again and again.

At this time, I heard that the surname He actually killed the fiancé of the girl, and the original trace of reason could no longer be controlled, she hated the person who beat the mandarin duck the most, not to mention the life and death!

was just about to shoot the case, but he heard the shopkeeper say again: "Who made him a relative of the queen, the southern kingdom is the world of the Yuan family, who dares to offend him!"

Ling Caiwei hesitated slightly. It's not that I'm afraid of the Southern Queen, but I don't want to have any intersection with the palace.

She looked at the girl outside the window, and at some point she had an extra knife in her hand, protecting her and her grandfather's chests.

Far from fearing the wicked, her actions drew ridicule from them. Ling Caiwei saw that the girl's eyes were already calm, and she had seen such a look in her mother's eyes, which was despair before she died.

She couldn't sit idly by any longer, what Nanhou and Nan Ronglie were all left behind, she took out a few flavors of poison-making medicine she bought in the morning, and quickly mixed them in the empty teacup, and after a while, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

The girl named Lirong had already forced the knife at herself.

She was on the verge of collapse emotionally, and shouted to He Jizong: "If I die, I will be a hundred, you let my grandfather go." Otherwise, I won't let you go!"

Her knife was raised high to stab her chest, and Ling Caiwei threw the cup on the table over and knocked out the weapon in her hand. It happened that He Jizong rushed over and was about to grab the knife, and the cup bullet hit him, and the water in it was sprinkled on his clothes, and it tasted weird.

"Who?", he shouted.

Lirong was frightened and leaned on her grandfather's arms, and the old man's hand tied in front of her tightly clasped her granddaughter's hand, for fear that she would do something stupid.

Ling Caiwei swaggered out from the door of the inn. The shopkeeper behind him was stunned by her actions.

"Who is this?"

The other shook his head: "How can you see who it is wearing a hat!"

"Strangers don't understand the rules, and it seems that there is no return. ”

"Tai Sui's head broke ground, and he died. ”

Ling Caiwei stopped on the street, which immediately caused a sigh from the onlookers

。 Passers-by stopped on the side of the street, all feeling sorry for this young man wearing a hat.

He Jizong saw a medium-sized, thin man, and his expression was disdainful: "Who is nosy?"

Ling Caiwei ignored him and walked over to pull the bullied grandparents and grandchildren to her side.

He Jizong's minions immediately stepped forward to stop it. Ling Caiwei knocked the person to the ground without blinking three or two times.

He Jizong guessed that the opponent should have a bit of kung fu to save Lirong with a cup as a weapon, but he didn't expect that he would be on par with him when he made a move, and he immediately became vigilant.

"Report your name, I He Jizong's people dare to fight, are you tired of being crooked?" he glanced at the attendant lying on the ground, and the anger in his heart burst out.

In the silver capital, no one has dared to say a word to him. Those who dare to beat him are tantamount to slapping him in front of the people of Yindu. How could he swallow this breath.

The moment Ling Caiwei threw out the cup, she decided to save the two of them. She made it clear that she wanted to rectify He Jizong, which was different from wanting to avoid him that day.

Ling Caiwei learned from the fat man Qi that although this He Jizong is a gentleman, but since he was a child, he likes martial arts and has a talent in this area, in order to meet his son's requirements, his father hired famous teachers everywhere to teach him martial arts, and at the age of ten he worshiped under the Huashan faction to learn martial arts.

There was a master in the Huashan faction, who was nicknamed "Ghost Axe Stealing", and He Jizong worshiped under him, and naturally learned a mysterious stealing skill. Otherwise, Ling Caiwei would not have been treated by him that day.

However, knowing oneself and knowing the other side can win all battles. Any martial arts has shortcomings, Ling Caiwei has heard his father say since she was a child, Huashan martial arts is about the word "qi", and you must know how to calm down when practicing this kung fu. If you are upset, it is easy for the opponent to catch the flaws. In fact, this principle is true everywhere.

Therefore, Ling Caiwei ignored his problems and ignored his existence, just to provoke him. Take advantage of the fact that his mind is not quiet.

The cup she threw over just now was the residue of poison, all sprinkled on He Jizong, originally he didn't have to touch it with his hands, but he was anxious to see the filth on his body, so he dusted it with his hands, which saved her a lot of things.

The louder He Jizong's shouting became, the more he formed a gap with Ling Caiwei's indifference.

"Come here. Come to my side. Ling Caiwei changed her voice and said to the two Lirong who were standing aside.

How could He Jizong allow this kind of thing to happen, he roared loudly, like an enraged rooster pounced on Ling Caiwei.

completely lost the chic and calm that he had when he first fought with Ling Caiwei that day.

There were bursts of exclamations on the street, and they all sweated for Ling Caiwei.

You must know that the reason why they don't dare to provoke this scourge is not only because he has a powerful father, but also because of his own strong martial arts, and ordinary people can't get cheap with him at all.

Today, a thin man dressed like a scholar was uneven, although it was admirable, but at the same time, he was sentenced to death in his heart.

Since he returned from fighting He Jizong, no one in Yindu has been able to beat him.

Even the head of the Longmen Dart Bureau was defeated under him, and the scholar in front of him had no name or surname, and he was afraid that he would die because of a moment of righteousness.

(To be continued.) )