The subordinate half-ran towards the man in white, but his eyes were on the man's hand on the handle of the sword. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man took a sip of wine, and when he let go of the heavy sword's hand, he ordered the half-running subordinate to pause, and the corners of his mouth gasped and rubbed the corners of his mouth to make a sizzling sound.

The wine entered his stomach, he smiled alone, and after seeing the behavior of several subordinates, he put down the wine jug in his hand and said, "You are so afraid of me?"

The faces of several subordinates were a little bad, and their behavior just now fell into the eyes of the young man, and they were inevitably beaten violently when they went back.

A few subordinates, you look at me, I look at you, in the shouting of the young man and the laughter of the people around them, they finally gritted their teeth and rushed towards the man in white.

"How can a mediocre man defile my sword? ”

He laughed loudly and tilted his head, chin cocked high, letting the warm drink drain out, and pointed his sword sheath at the men who were coming towards him.

Several subordinates surrounded him, and their steps were messy as the man in white kept turning the scabbard in the center.

"What are you doing, let me wait for you in the cold wind?"

The young man kneaded the woman's slender waist and looked impatiently at the distance.

"Yes.."

Several subordinates heard the voice and their bodies subconsciously trembled, and I don't know which subordinate couldn't help this atmosphere, he shouted: "Above, kill this lowly swordsman." ”

The sound finally made the blood of several of the subordinates who were about to congage finally move, and they rushed forward, no longer circling with the scabbard.

The man's wrist twisted, and the scabbard turned rapidly. hit the faces of the people who surrounded them, and left a few bright red marks.

The self-agitated and mindless subordinates couldn't care about the heat on their faces, and they frantically surrounded the man with their feet and hands indiscriminately.

He protected the wine in his hand and shouted under the fists of the crowd: "Don't turn over the wine in my hand." ”

A few people fought but found that this swordsman was not like another swordsman, and the man was holding a heavy sword like a fox and a fake tiger.

The more a few subordinates fought, the less timid they felt in their hearts. The man sealed the sword horizontally on his chest, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Don't defile my sword, don't..."

"A lowly swordsman. ”

The subordinates all laughed, boldly pushed away the sword sealed in front of them, and swung it with clenched fists.

The fist hit his face and the blood flowed, and the burning sensation of the beating on his body dispelled a lot of the chill, and he fell into the snow, laughing and singing with his hands over the wine, like a madman.

"It turned out to be a drunken swordsman, and they were all madmen. ”

The young man's lips pressed against the woman's face, and he let go of it with some intoxication, and smiled and pointed at the man in white who was surrounded and beaten.

"Childe, don't fight, it's not good if you get killed. The woman glanced at the man in white who was guarding the wine, and chattered coquettishly in the young man's arms.

"What are you afraid of? If a swordsman dies in Jicheng, will this government pursue our family?" the young man said indifferently, and when his chin was slightly cocked, his hunched back was also straightened.

"Childe, if someone dies here and delays our business, my mother blames it, and it is a poor person like me who suffers, Childe will..."

The woman's words became smaller and smaller, but when she said it, she cried in a low voice, looking pitiful. The young man put his face on the woman's hair, stretched out his hand to lift the woman's chin, and said softly: "Be careful of the liver, but I didn't think about it." ”

"How can you, men, think of us when you think of us when you want to do that? ”

While the woman was coquettish, the pink fist was slightly clenched in the man's heart, and it was gently hammered.

"It's my fault.."

The young man apologized to the woman and looked up at the man in white who was being beaten not far away.

Where he entered, he saw a black-clothed young man running as fast as lightning with a silver-white sword, and he wanted to order his subordinates to stop when he met the young man's blue eyes, he just swallowed, and somehow there was a chill in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

As soon as the young man with the sword reached the man who was beaten, he smashed his left hand into a fist and smashed it towards a subordinate who had just raised his head, and landed firmly on the bridge of the subordinate's nose, with a clear sound of cracking bones.

"Ahh

The man was in pain, blood flowed out, and he was warmly exposed to the cold and snow. His screams made the other subordinates feel a sigh in their hearts, and the movements in their hands couldn't help but pause.

The speed is extremely fast, and the silver-white sword is a little dazzling in the snow. A few subordinates looked at the knife without a scabbard and slashed towards them in a daze, and their steps were subconsciously like facing backwards.

They were stunned and couldn't understand why suddenly a young man came out again, and the knife was close to their bodies. Their pupils dilated suddenly, but the next moment they found that the blade of the knife turned, and the back of the knife hit their hands firmly, and the pain that penetrated into the bones was directed at them.

When the knife hit them, they also hit the young man's fist firmly, and the blood hidden in the body flowed out, and several subordinates looked at the young man who dominated the knife, and they were angry in their hearts but did not dare to approach.

They understood that the young man with the cold blue eyes was by no means a bully.

"Why don't you draw your sword, I watched you half a while not far away. ”

The blue-eyed young man looked at the few subordinates who were constantly retreating, he didn't stop them, but tilted his head and asked without any fluctuation in emotion.

"The blood of my sword must be hot, and their blood is cold. ”

The man spread out his hand protecting the wine, and lay down in the snow and took a sip, his cheeks were already crimson, and the tone of the young man replied a little casually.

"Hot?"

His blue eyes flickered a little, and he looked at the man lying in the snow with some curiosity.

"Yes, if it's hot, such cold blood will only stain my sword. ”

The man laughed stupidly, stumbled up from the snow alone, he glanced at the old man who had shrunk in the crowd, smiled, and sang loudly:

There is a way to go.

He who is numb will be dumb;

I have rebelled against this providence.

..........

The song has no key, it's just a roar. The people gathered around the young man around the woman's waist slowly walked into the green building, and finally slowly dispersed.

A few subordinates, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know why their obedient master left like this.

Halfway through, they followed. Ignoring the blood flowing from his face, he stepped on the snow in a messy manner.

The blue-eyed young man heard the singing, looked at the man who stumbled away with him on his back, and laughed at himself in his heart: "It turned out to be a drunken madman." ”

"What's your name, and why are you helping me?"

The singing stopped, the man's footsteps paused, he held his heavy sword to steady his body, and asked slowly.

"Xiang Yiming.."

"Help, just wanted to see if the heavy sword in your scabbard is broken. ”

"Oh, I see, the sword is cold, and it needs hot blood. ”

"Li Ziqian, my name. ”

"Knock"

The sword had left his body, the man fell on the snow, and Xiang Yiming looked at Li Ziqian, who had fainted drunk. He shook his head, turned around and turned back, squatted down on the man's side to help him up, and walked east with the drunken man in his arms.