The night is getting deeper, and the pedestrians on the street are no longer visible, only the strong men with hanging eyebrows squatting at the entrance of the alley.

Because Yang Xianmao's Huichun Hall was guarded by the beggars on the left and right, the strong men did not dare to appear there, and it was not the time for direct conflict with the beggar gang, so they could only guard at the entrances of various alleys.

Although the strong man with hanging eyebrows made careful arrangements, he still did not dare to take it lightly, and from time to time he looked at the Rejuvenation Hall at night from a distance, and saw that the door was closed, and under the moonlight, he could faintly see five or six beggars lying horizontally under the eaves on the opposite side, which were the people of the beggar gang.

At this time, an old man with a hunchback and a wonton pick, slowly walked along the street stepping on the bluestone slab while knocking on the bamboo board.

This kind of late-night old man who sells late-night snacks often appears on the streets. The Song Dynasty has not implemented a curfew, and there are still people who come out at night to look for flowers and ask willow to gamble and drink, and when these people are busy until late at night, sometimes they are hungry, so they eat a bowl of warm wonton on the street, and then go home to sleep, so there is business to do at night.

The old man who sells wonton picks and gently knocks on the bamboo board, and he doesn't shout, and he can't shout late at night. The sound of bamboo planks represents everything. He slowly walked past the strong man with hanging eyebrows, stopped beside the strong man with hanging eyebrows and a few lion-headed disciples, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's have a bowl of wonton?

The strong man with hanging eyebrows was staying here because he couldn't sleep late at night, so he waved his hand and said, "Don't eat, don't eat!

The other disciples probed their brains to look at the pick, and seemed to be a little tempted, after all, they had been guarding for half the night, and their stomachs were starting to be a little hungry.

The old man who sold wonton saw it, so he put down the pick, uncovered the lid of the hot stove iron pot, scooped a small bowl with a bowl, held it, and pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo basket chopsticks with the other hand, laughed with him, held the wonton, and slowly walked to the strong man with hanging eyebrows, and said: "This lord, my wonton is famous in Xuanzhou." You taste a bowl, wrap it to your liking, the price is fair, eat it. ”

After that, the wonton was sent to the strong man with hanging eyebrows.

The strong man with hanging eyebrows didn't fight in one place, glared fiercely, and scolded: "Old thing, didn't you hear me? Get out!"

After that, a slap is about to knock him off. But this slap was empty, and the old man who was faltering to sell wonton instantly turned into a night elf, the chopsticks in his hand were gone, replaced by a crescent-like scimitar, leaving only an afterimage in the air, and cutting most of the neck of the strong man with hanging eyebrows, so that his "get out" did not say the word completely, and it came to an abrupt end.

Blood splattered wildly on his neck, but before the blood splattered in front of the old man, the old man was gone.

In an instant, the old man had already appeared in front of the second, third, and fourth strong men, and with just a wave of his hand, his neck was cracked and his mouth was opened, and blood was splashed wildly. These people had even just seen the terrifying scene of the strong man's neck being cut, and before their consciousness could command their throats to let out screams of horror, the blood vessels in their throats and necks had already been cut open by the old man's crescent-like scimitar.

Five or six strong men clutched their necks and slowly knelt on the ground, fell on their sides, convulsed, and died in pools of blood.

The old man who sold wonton still held the bowl of wonton in his left hand, and he didn't even spill the soup, and the crescent moon knife in his hand was still blue and glowing, and not even a drop of blood was attached to it.

The afterimage flashed, and the knife in the right hand was gone, and the pair of chopsticks appeared.

The old man seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and muttered: "If you don't eat, you won't eat, what is fierce, it's not a good thing to have a bad attitude towards the elderly." ”

As he spoke, he turned around slowly, walked to the wonton pick, poured a bowl of wonton back into the pot, covered the pot, put the dishes and chopsticks away, picked the pick, and staggered into the night.

The pair of lifeless eyes of the strong man staring straight ahead, if his eyes could see farther, he would see that the dozen or so squatting senior brothers led by the second senior brother around the Tie Dan family who were deployed at the other alleys, were already lying in a pool of blood like him at this moment, dying in the dark night.

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Lying on the bed and sleeping, he was holding the lion's head of the concubine, and he also didn't see his disciples die tragically one by one.

In the middle of the night, he woke up and was a little thirsty. He often felt thirsty in the middle of the night, perhaps because the fire was too strong, and today he was not in the mood to put out the fire, although he hugged his concubine. So he cried out, "Come, water!"

The maid who lived outside agreed, and after only a few moments, she opened the curtain and trotted in. He held a teacup in his hand, and when he reached the lion's head, he said in a delicate voice, "Master, please drink tea." ”

The lion-headed thought that the maid tonight spoke very beautifully, and could not help but glance at her more, and saw that she was smiling like a flower, and could not help but feel a little moved, thinking to himself why he had not found this maid so pretty before? When his internal injuries were healed, he had to find an opportunity to get her to bed. It's just that today I was hit by that little man and was seriously injured in the door, and I have to take some time, and it is better not to get close to women during this period, and I will recover my martial arts first.

Although you can't move it for real, it's still okay to rub oil on your hands. So the lion head smiled lewdly and stretched out his left hand to touch her face.

The maid bowed her head shyly, and just as the lion's hand was about to touch her tender face, a ray of moonlight appeared in the room.

Although there is a faint moonlight outside, the lion's head bedroom is very large, and the moonlight can only sprinkle a faint silver white within two feet of the window through the window lattice, and it is absolutely impossible to shine on the bedroom bed in the house. So, the lion's head was stunned for a moment.

Before he could understand what was going on, the moonlight swept across his wrist.

In the dim light of the room, he could clearly see that blood was spurting from his right wrist, like the urine of a child.

But the maid in front of him was gone, and the palm of his right hand left his wrist and fell to the ground with a click.

As soon as he looked down, he saw his severed palm lying quietly on the ground.

The lion's head let out a scream, for the sharp pain finally reached his brain until this moment.

He didn't understand why his personal maid suddenly shot at him, and he moved so quickly. It's just that this kind of speed is not particularly surprising in the eyes of the lion's head, if the enemy and the enemy are on high alert, the other party's shot like this, he will definitely be able to dodge. It's a pity that he couldn't think of dodging at all, because the person who cut off his wrist was the personal maid who had been following him, the person he couldn't have thought of would do anything to him, but the deadliest person was the person closest to him.

The lion's head was in danger, his eyes swept away, and he saw the maid standing by the window, the window opened, and the maid was about to come out of the window, and he didn't know when it was opened. But this action was also not particularly quick in the eyes of the lion head, and he was confident that he could kill the other party before she escaped out of the window.

So the lion's head and body rose into the air, slick, streaked across the night sky, and with a loud shout, his right fist was like a thunderbolt, and he slammed it on the back of the girl's head.

The maid was suddenly beaten to the ground and planted on the window.

The lion's head breathed a sigh of relief, and his left hand quickly grabbed the severed wrist, and shouted like thunder: "There are assassins, come quickly!"

Outside the house in a panic, the maid hurriedly ran in with a lantern, saw blood everywhere on the ground, and a broken palm, saw that one of their master's hands had been cut off, and there was a maid's body hanging down at the window, and her head was smashed, and she couldn't help screaming in fright.

The concubine on the bed climbed out of bed in a panic, and she was also so frightened that her face turned pale. She saw the lion's head and blue face, and didn't dare to say more, so she hurriedly took the lion's head robe on the screen and ran over to put it on him, wrapped his ** body indiscriminately, and hurriedly tied the placket of the shirt.

Seeing that it was only the maid who ran in, and none of his disciples appeared, the lion head couldn't help but be even more furious, and actually let the assassin sneak into his deep mansion compound and cut off one of his hands, these disciples were really derelict in their duties to the extreme.

The lion's head roared, shouting the names of several of its close disciples. The eldest and second disciples of these disciples were sent out to squat, and the other disciples stayed in the mansion and lived near his bedroom, and the maids were all called out when he was so loud, but none of his disciples appeared.

He couldn't help but feel a bad feeling in his heart. And at this moment, from the few maids who surrounded him in horror, he actually saw the personal maid who cut off his wrist at a glance!

At this moment, this maid is not as delicate and charming as just now, perhaps because she is trembling and pale. The clothes were a little untidy, and they were not neatly dressed like just now, but only wore a close-fitting small coat, and half of their breasts were exposed.

The lion's head stared at the maid in horror, and turned his head suspiciously to look at the corpse of the maid who was twisted by the window and drooped on the windowsill, and turned the corpse over with his toes. This disciple's throat bone has been crushed, he is wearing the same clothes as a close-fitting maid, and even combing the same headdress, no wonder in the middle of the night, he will mistake it for the maid who hurt him.

Could it be that the real assassin is the maid in front of him?

He immediately walked over, and suddenly struck out and grabbed the neck of the close-fitting maid.

The personal maid didn't even have time to react, and the lion's left hand was already bloody and grabbed her neck. But he quickly withdrew his hand and re-grasped his blood-soaked right wrist. Because under this grasp, he has already tried to find out that the personal maid under the palm of his hand is definitely not the person who attacked him just now, because a martial artist with such martial arts just now, if someone grabs the neck, he will definitely subconsciously dodge, but this maid does not even have the consciousness of resistance, and it is not the same person just in terms of the reaction to danger.