Fang Wu watched in a daze as Cen Chi swallowed half a jar of wine in one go, and then lowered his hand and put down the jar, let out a long breath and said, "It's a pity that it's a good wine." ”

Just when Fang Wu was quite puzzled by what Cen Chi said after drinking, he saw Cen Chi carrying the half jar of wine and going to the back of a screen on the side of the room.

After a crisp porcelain sound, it is the sound of "bang" running water.

Soon Cen Chi came back with the empty wine jar and threw it on the corner of the table, and then he slapped open the sealing mud of a jar of wine, but no longer carried the jar to the screen and poured it into the night pot, but splashed it in the room with a snap of his fingers. He poured half a jar of wine on the ground, and he began to sprinkle the remaining half jar of wine on himself.

Soon, this originally neatly cleaned room became a rotten nest of two drunkards indulging in the wine country in the dark, and the smell of alcohol was too strong.

Cen Chi put down the second empty wine jar, and dragged the third wine jar to his hand, and at the moment before he opened the sealing mud, he looked at Fang Wu, who was stunned and looked at him, and said, "You can get drunk, but I can only play with wine." ”

Fang Wushuang's eyes widened slightly and said, "What the hell are you doing here?" ”

……

Check in on the first floor of the high potential inn, then go to the stable behind the inn to check the beans in the trough, and then go back to the hall on the first floor of the inn to have some food, and then return to the guest room on the second floor.

Gao Qian's room was next door to Cen Chi's room, and before he approached his room, he smelled a strong smell of wine in the hallway, so strong that it could no longer be called mellow.

Gao Qian has not been drinking for almost three months, and he has actually endured it hard, but for the sake of the prime minister's entrustment, there is no doubt that he will choose to continue to endure it, but this makes him very sensitive to the smell of wine.

Realizing a certain situation, Gao Qian didn't ask anything, and directly pushed open the 'door' of Cen Chi's room, and then he saw the two people lying on the table who were already drunk, and several wine jars were rolling down on the ground, and the wine was spilled everywhere.

Seeing that the middle-aged Taoist Fang Wu slipped from the chair to the bottom of the table, holding the table legs and snoring, he was obviously drunk and unconscious.

Cen Chi, who could still sit firmly on the table, seemed to be lightly drunk, lying on the table with his face facing inward, his throat seemed to be humming some tune in a low voice, one hand stretched forward, and his fingers were hooked on the tether of a wine jar.

"Sir, what's the matter? Such overdrinking is harmful to the body. Gao Qian walked into the house, and the next step was to remove the wine jar in Cen Chi's hand.

Unexpectedly, his hand had just touched the edge of the wine jar, and Cen Chi, who was lying on the table with his face facing inward, suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, his hand that was just 'touching' the tie of the wine jar bent his five fingers and grasped the jar more firmly in his hand. He stared at Gao Qian, word by word, and said as if he was drunk: "The old way is no longer good, you come to drink with me!" ”

"This is not good, the responsibility below is to protect Mr., not to accompany Mr. to drink and hurt himself." Gao Qian verbally refused, and tried to take away the wine jar from Cen Chi's hand again.

This time, he got it easily.

Because Cen Chi suddenly took the initiative to let go of his hand.

Gao Qian was slightly stunned holding half a jar of wine, and then he saw Cen Chi slap open the sealing mud of a jar of new wine.

"If you don't have anyone to accompany you, you might be more comfortable pouring yourself a drink." As soon as the words fell, Cen Chi lifted the wine jar, and poured it violently, and soon half of the jar of wine was empty.

Watching this scene, Gao Qian only felt a little frightened, and at the same time, he also vaguely realized that if he wanted to ask something from Cen Chi at this time, such as asking Cen Chi why he suddenly drank so violently, Cen Chi was most likely reluctant to say more.

- Actually, he should have been aware of a problem, but because he saw that Cen Chi's drinking speed was too 'intense', he had to find a way to persuade him to drink first, so he ignored the strange atmosphere hidden in the rich smell of wine.

Shifting his gaze slightly, Gao Qian refocused his gaze on the bottom of the table, moved a chair, squatted on the edge of the table, broke Fang Wu's fingers holding the 'legs' of the table, pulled him up from under the table, and helped him to sit down on the chair next to him.

After a little hesitation, Gao Qian picked up the half jar of wine that he had just snatched from Cen Chi's hand, but instead of pouring it into his throat, he turned his wrist and poured all the wine on Fang Wu's face with the wine jar.

The wine is still mellow, but if it is not drunk in the stomach, but splashed on the face, the cold skin-friendly feeling is similar to water.

Fang Wu really came to his senses, his eyes were half-open, and before he could see who was standing in front of him, he heard a familiar voice coming: "Mr. Fang, what's wrong with all of you?" Why do you suddenly drink too much? ”

Fang Wu shook his head and said, "Good wine can't be 'wasted'. As soon as he said that, he stuck out his tongue and 'licked' a few drops of wine hanging from his lips, which had just been stained when Gao Qian poured wine on him to wake up.

Gao Qian sighed, and was about to ask again, when he suddenly heard the sound of the wine jar breaking from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Cen Chi's cough came.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

The wine jar in Cen Chi's hand had been smashed into pieces, and the hand he was holding the wine jar was tightly pressed under his ribs at this time, coughing up a mouthful of blood, the edge of his 'lips' was red, and the placket wet by the wine soon became a dazzling red 'color'.

Rao is high diving has several lives under his hands, and when he saw the scene in front of him at this time, he was still inexplicably frightened.

It's just because this qiē came too suddenly.

"Let you have a drink with me, you...... Cough...... You don't want to ......" Cen Chi's face gradually distorted because of the pain that erupted in his body, slightly hideous, he coughed for a while, and with great difficulty, he swallowed some cough, then looked at Gao Qian, who was standing on the opposite side, and gasped and said, "There is no chance...... You're just thinking about ...... There's no chance......"

The words "no chance" have two meanings in the impression of high potential.

An ordinary meaning, but just a miss of chance; There is also a special meaning, which exaggerates a sense of crisis.

But at this time, Gao Qian looked at the situation in front of him, and the four words "no chance" that came out of Cen Chi's throat hoarsely not only seemed to refer to drinking, but also seemed to vaguely 'reveal' another meaning. However, with just the two people in the house who were intoxicated with drinking dreams, how could they move him to dive high?

Even if the strength of wine can strengthen people's courage and increase their reckless strength, but he is the head of the ten generals of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the defense of the enemy is based on martial arts, not to mention two drunken madmen, that is, twenty more drunken madmen, are not his opponents.

What's more, at this time, Cen Chi, who didn't know martial arts, was in a state of poison again, and he was already a wasted person.

Therefore, after Gao Qian was stunned for a short time, he turned around and looked at Fang Wu who was drunk and slumped in the chair. According to Gao Qian's understanding, Fang Wu has martial arts to hide, but he almost never shows 'exposure', so in this somewhat strange environment in the inn room at this time, Gao Wu's vigilance against Fang Wu will be higher.

Another point is that if Cen Chi is really poisoned, then the only way to save his life is to find a way to make Fang Wu have no shots.

However, when he looked back at Fang Wu, he saw that the Daoist did not look awake at all.

The Taoist also seemed to see Cen Chi who was coughing up blood at this time, but in his drunken 'confused' and 'blind' eyes, Cen Chi was not coughing up blood, but spitting wine, so he just slapped the armrest of the chair indiscriminately, and shouted intermittently: "Just drink and vomit, spoil!" Waste ......"

"Mr. Cen is poisoned, Mr. Fang, wake up quickly, is there any way to suppress the poison first?" Gao Qian ignored Fang Wu's drunken nonsense, and just slapped his face with his hand while calling him.

At this moment, Gao Qian's love is still relatively calm.

However, sitting two steps away behind Gao Qian, Cen Chi, who was coughing up blood, looked at the scene in front of him and frowned. His 'spirit' is still very clear, but his emotions are a little fluctuating, not because of the pain in his body, but because he is a little anxious about one thing.

The hesitation was only in an instant, and Cen Chi's figure deviated to the left and fell from the chair.

Hearing a muffled sound of "bang" from behind, Gao Qian's eyes turned around, and he saw Cen Chi fall under the table, and the situation was unknown.

Gao Qian had to let go of Fang Wu's side for the time being, and ran under the table.

"Sir!" Gao Qian squatted down at the table, grabbed one of Cen Chi's arms like he had just dragged Fang Wushi, and wanted to pull him up from under the table.

And at the same time as Gao Qian grabbed Cen Chi's forearm and lifted it up, he suddenly felt that the body under his hand, which should have become very heavy due to the poisonous coma, was suddenly as light as a flying feather...... Fly to him!

Falling off the chair was originally Cen Chi's control of his body and acting, not because of fainting.

So after his body hit the ground, the hand that was pressed under one side of his body had actually gathered his strength to support the ground. Just crouch down at the table and pull him again, and he'll leap to his feet.

If Gao Qian hadn't squatted down, Cen Chi might have been a little hesitant.

But Gao Qian really squatted down as expected, and Cen Chi would not give up this opportunity!

"Bang!"

Cen Chi used all his strength to jump up, like an octopus, hanging on Gao Qian's body, and pressed him to the ground.

People who practice martial arts initially practice the lower plate, usually standing up, as for when squatting, the lower plate is still unstable, and the ratio between this yes and no is a little hanging. Cen Chi only had a gamble, according to what he knew, in the face of external attacks, most martial arts practitioners were not as stable as when they were standing, but they didn't know how accurate this routine could be on Gao Qian.

But apart from this opportunity, he couldn't find any other attack opportunities in the high dive.

So he can only bet!

"Old way!"

While pounced on the high dive like a wolf, Cen Chi roared.

When Cen Chi suddenly counterattacked, Gao Qian was surprised for a moment, but as the head of the ten generals of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he had received a lot of training, and he had also seen a variety of emergencies when he traveled with the Prime Minister, so in the face of the unexpected situation in the inn room today, he could quickly calm down and clearly smell a trace of danger.

What threat can a waste person who doesn't know martial arts pose to himself?

If it weren't for the prime minister's order there, it would be superfluous to kill this scholar who suddenly became troubled.

As for the middle-aged Taoist, maybe he would have some 'yin' moves, but with only a pair of 'flesh' palms, it would be difficult to avoid his ten moves.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Gao Qian's mouth, from squatting to standing up, his figure was indeed unstable, but it was not so bad that he would be pounced on by Cen Chi, who had no martial arts foundation. Not only did he not fall, but he also did not let go of the hand holding Cen Chi, but his five fingers were like a pair of pig iron pliers, suddenly tightening by three points, and the hand bone of Cen Chi's right arm was "Gege" softly, and it was constantly cracked.

And just when Cen Chi's right forearm was about to be broken off by Gao Qian, the sky suddenly swelled with a white 'colored' powder!

Gao Qian subconsciously closed his eyes, and the strength of the five fingers of Cen Chi's arm slowed slightly, and then he smelled a faint aroma of flour......

It's actually flour!

Gao Qian realized that he had been fooled, and before he opened his eyes, the five fingers that were grabbing Cen Chi's forearm had already exerted force in advance. He had already realized that this scholar who was similar to waste in his eyes was actually extremely 'insidious' and cunning, and he regretted it a little, he should have been more ruthless just now, and directly abolished this person with one palm, instead of just fighting with one arm.

But his realization was half a beat after all.

At the same time that Cen Chi was snorting in pain beside him, Gao Qian also felt the coldness on his neck.

This coolness is thinner than a blade, so it also makes Gao Qian even more uneasy.

He vaguely remembered what kind of artifact it could give people a feeling, but he couldn't remember it very clearly......

This is because he used to watch this kind of object stalk to others, but today he is experiencing for the first time what it feels like to be wrapped around his neck.

"Die!"

A roar beside him!

The voice still came from the scholar who usually looked modest, gentle, thin, and sick...... Cen Chi!

"You!" The moment he opened his eyes in the white mist of high potential, he also roared angrily, like a beast falling into a trap.

But he only had time to roar.

Wrapped around the neck of the high dive is a silk string as thin as silk, but tougher than iron wire, if it were not for the blood on the string, the 'flesh' eye may not be able to see clearly.

But no matter what, once such a seemingly thin thread is wrapped around the neck of the high dive and strangled in the skin with a certain elasticity, even if the high dive has a dagger hidden in his sleeve, it is impossible for him to swing the dagger to cut the neck and break the string.

What's more, Cen Chi obviously won't give him this opportunity.

The severe pain of the fractured right arm and the colic pain of the poison under the ribs all bombarded the 'spirit' spirit together, and a few 'desires' made Cen Chi faint, but he knew that things had only reached the most critical point of victory and defeat at this time, and he couldn't relax a bite, so he didn't hesitate to bite the tip of his tongue, full of salty just to refresh himself with this third sharp pain closest to the brain nerve!

While fighting the pain, his relatively intact left sleeve danced wildly, and a little bit of white light flew through the gap, and with only one chance, he successfully wrapped around Gao Qian's neck.

He is like a young man who has never lassoed a horse, but with only one shot, he has caught a fierce horse that is going mad in anger.

This time, he's also gambling!

If he doesn't shoot on the right track, he will face a cliff with no place to die, and he will not have a chance to shoot.

Maybe it's too close, maybe it's another kind of providence that helps his hand, which usually only holds a pen and dances to write, suddenly has the ability to strike!

"Ka..."

Cen Chi flexed the thumb of his left hand, pressed the edge of the small box in his hand, and directly pressed it down, and then he let go of his hand.

The small box broke away from the control of Cen Chi's palm, but it did not become a dead thing, and after a slight abnormal sound, it began to automatically tighten the filament that was "spit out" from the box. But because the other end of the filament was wrapped around a person's neck, the weight of the box obviously couldn't hold a young man, so it could only fly out upside down and stick to his neck.

Despite this, the silk threads in the box did not stop and continued to tighten, and the silk strings were stretched to the limit, and a metallic sound of machine springs grinding each other came out of the box.

The other end of the silk string had already streaked a deep streak of blood on the soft neck of the high submer's skin.

The Adam's apple was locked, unable to speak, the largest blood vessels in the neck and the breathing trachea were tightened, and there was already a void in the mind of the high submersion.

However, just before he was about to lose consciousness and Cen Chi was about to really succeed, the sound of the metal plate of the machine spring inside the small box rubbing was close to his ears, giving Gao Qian a hint......

This should be regarded as Cen Chi's biggest omission in the whole plan of "strangling high diving".

But this mistake cannot be regarded as Cen Chi's omission.

Because even the officials of the Ministry of Industry who presided over the production of this box probably couldn't have expected that it was just a general in the Prime Minister's Mansion who could actually know the trick of destroying this artifact!

Gao Qian finally remembered what was wrapped around his neck and where its weaknesses were.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and flew up and kicked Cen Chi out of the distance, and at the same time, one of his hands had reached into his sleeve and 'drawn' the sharp dagger that was tied to his forearm.

His other hand grabbed his neck indiscriminately, holding the body of the box that spit out the silk strings, and once he was sure that he was holding it correctly, the short dagger he was holding with his other hand was immediately cut horizontally!

At the moment before the brain was deprived of oxygen and ischemia, and he was about to lose consciousness, Gao Qian's dagger was cut, and he could still be so 'fine' and accurate, which shows how terrifying his martial arts cultivation is.

You must know that with the sharpness of that dagger, as long as the tip of the knife that cut through the skin of the neck just now is shifted by one more inch, then as the small box is cut, the large blood vessels of the left neck of the high potential will not be spared.

If things really develop to this point, the result of Gao Qian's dagger swing will not be self-help, but self-killing.

However, the past decades of continuous training of martial arts skills have finally helped Gao Diver at this critical moment. As the skin on his neck was cut by the sharp dagger, and the hand holding the box was also cut off by half of his index finger, blood splattered between his neck, and at the same time, the shattered remains of the lockthroat box were shattered and splashed.

The small box, which is spliced tightly on the outside, still has a very fine middle seam, which is a trace that cannot be wiped out by handmade zuò, and it is also the most vulnerable place of the solidified box.

Gao Qian wielded the dagger that could break the gold, although only half of the blade was slashed at this slit of the box, but with the strength of his wrist, the sharp blade was enough to split the small box in two.

Half of Gao Qian's neck was blurred by blood, but in fact it was only a layer of skin and 'flesh', most of which came from his finger that was broken off with the throat box. Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the broken finger is the index finger that is more useful, but the sharp pain of this broken finger has accelerated the speed of the high potential mind.

Not only did he quickly recover his 'spirit' spirit, but the sharp pain of the blood even 'provoked' a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes, and the killing intent gradually rose.

If Cen Chi was determined to murder him, he would no longer show mercy.

Cen Chi was kicked by Gao Qian just now, and his body, which had no martial arts foundation, fell directly out of five steps, rushed away from two jars of unopened bamboo leaf green wine, and fell into the 'bed' placed next to the wall in the room, and cracked a 'bed' board through a thick layer of cotton wool.

Cen Chi lay on the 'bed' and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in a row, and the blood 'color' gradually turned pink and 'bright'. At the same time as he cracked the 'bed' board, the two ribs of his 'chest' cavity were also cracked, and his whole body was like falling apart, and he didn't even have the strength to turn over.

He didn't see Gao Qian, who was holding a bloody dagger behind his back, and his eyes were 'exposed' with a fierce light.

But Fang Wu, a middle-aged Taoist sitting on a chair three steps behind Gao Qian, saw this scene, the smell of wine in his eyes suddenly dissipated, his eyes sharpened, and he suddenly shouted: "Fierce slave! ”

As soon as the words fell, a crisp and somewhat piercing sword drawing sound came.

The white light was like scales, the sword qi cut through the wind curtain, Fang Wu grabbed the seven-inch and quarter-long Hidden Blade with one hand, jumped up directly from the chair, and attacked the back of the high dive!

Before the high dive could turn around, he rolled directly to the ground to avoid the thorn. Dodging to another corner of the room, looking at Fang Wu, the Taoist who was holding a sword and had already prepared a move, Gao Qian sneered: "It's really hard that you have been hiding for so long, seeing that Mr. Cen is also making up for the end of the matter, Mr. Fang, you are so anxious, then let Gao give you a ride first." ”

Fang Wu suddenly took out his sword just now, and the killing intent was 'revealed', as fast as lightning, but after one move, at this moment, he looked at the thick killing intent in Gao Qian's eyes, and he slowed down again. Listening to the words that Gao Qian's intention to kill was already very clear, Fang Wu suddenly smiled, this smile had no emotion, but it successfully slowed down Gao Qian's action of holding the dagger.

"Gao Qian, you are the general of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the killer of the Prime Minister. You have a lot of bloodshed on your hands, and if the prime minister wants to abandon you, he needs almost no excuses. Fang Wu said calmly, "Even if you are not afraid of the Prime Minister's blame, you must kill Cen Chi, but don't you want to know why he killed you today?" Perhaps knowing his motives for killing you will make you less punished when you return to the Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your advice." Gao Qian's face also 'revealed' a hint of a smile, not only did he also have no emotional temperature, this smile also affected a few blood-stained wrinkles on his face, 'revealed' a little hideous 'color', "Mr. Fang is really a good person. ”

Fang Wuyan heard this, a look of hesitation quickly flashed on his face, he didn't speak again, but his eyes gradually condensed.

"However, Mr. Fang is obviously more afraid of death than Mr. Cen." Gao Qian held the dagger's hand, and the cyan meridians on the back of his hand gradually protruded, revealing his strength in holding the murder weapon and his determination at the moment before he started, "Gao abolished you first, so naturally you can get whatever you want." ”

When Gao Qian only said the word "waste" in the second half of the sentence, his front foot had already taken a step...... When he finished saying the last word of the sentence, the dagger in his hand had already stabbed three feet in front of Fang Wu's neck!

Fang Wuzhu stood in place, as if he was shocked by the momentum of Gao Qian's swift stab. However, when the high dive got closer and closer to him, only a foot away, he finally moved.

He held the hand of the Hidden Blade and slashed it at a speed of high submersible contempt.

At the same time, the sleeves of his coat that hung down to one side suddenly bulged and waved!

Gao Qian remembered that the lump of flour just now was the trick of this man, so he just half-squinted, left a slit in his eyelids, stared at the vital point of the Taoist's neck, and stabbed the dagger in his hand without condensation.

"Bang ......"

"Ding!"

A muffled sound, a crisp sound, came at the same time.

A cloud of white 'colored' powder swelled and exploded between Fang Wu and Gao Qian, and in the powder mist, Fang Wu's Hidden Blade and Gao Qian's dagger flew out together, obviously coming together from the 'fierce' collision just now.

After being bounced off, Gao Qian's Ricco Gold Dagger was directly nailed to a wall in the opposite direction, while Fang Wu's Hidden Blade was cut in two by the dagger, and it bounced out of the powder mist and fell to the ground.

Immediately after, Fang Wu and Gao Qian's figures each retreated from the powder mist and took three steps back in the opposite direction of each other.

Fang Wu let go of the sleeves of the broad robe that was covering in front of him, his face was bleak, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Although he had long known how sharp the dagger Gao Qian had hidden in his sleeve, so he had prepared a dagger that he was expected to be able to compete with, but it was not until today that the sword and dagger collided that he truly appreciated the power of that dagger.

I'm afraid that even if I have an iron plate hanging in front of my 'chest' just now, I can be driven out of a hole by that dagger.

Fortunately, there was that white 'colored' powder mist to cover it, so after Gao Qian's dagger cut off Fang Wu's Hidden Blade, he didn't have time to mend the sword. But Gao Qian just slapped out a random 'messy' palm, and it was heavily imprinted on Fang Wu's chest, which still seriously injured him.

Fang Wu also began to cough up blood, coughing violently, his body shook, and he couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

Opposite him, the situation for the high potential is not optimistic.

He also has some contempt for Fang Wu.

It was the white 'color' of pink that caused him to fall into it.

The dagger in Gao Qian's hand was not shocked by Fang Wu's broken sword - in fact, with Fang Wu's martial arts, it was indeed not Gao Qian's opponent - Gao Qian took the initiative to let go of the hand holding the dagger, and the condition was generally covered with his eyes.

Two lines of blood and tears slipped between his fingers.

The white "colored" powder that Fang Wu spilled with the second wave of his sleeves is a kind of "medicine" with extremely corrosive "properties" mixed with quicklime zuò. If this kind of ash powder falls on the skin, it will immediately cause a burning sensation, but as long as it is washed off with water within half an hour, it can avoid "medicine" and "sexual" damage.

However, if it falls into the most fragile eye of the human body, the moist environment in the eye socket will accelerate the corrosive force of the 'medicine' powder, and the protective film with weak pupils will be destroyed instantly, and the blinding effect will be difficult to save even if the medical immortal is in the world.

High Potential hissed in pain.

Fortunately, when he was training in the Prime Minister's Mansion before, his tolerance for pain had been honed to the point of being extraordinary, otherwise the severe pain of his eyes would have caused an ordinary person to scream in pain throughout the inn, and it would be impossible not to attract attention.

But the sound of the fight in the room on the second floor, the sound of the wine jar smashing on the ground, and the dull and dull sound of a dagger 'sticking' into the wall still attracted the attention of the guys in the next room and the inn downstairs, and it didn't take long for the sound of brisk footsteps approaching upstairs.

Gao Qian's screams of pain, as well as the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps downstairs, Fang Wu, who was struggling to the ground, also heard it, he quickly realized a problem, and the killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed!

……

"Knock knock..."The footsteps coming up from downstairs had already reached the 'door' entrance, and the 'door' was knocked three times.

"Guest officer, the small one is the guy in the inn..."The respectful voice of the guy running the inn came in, "Excuse me, does the guest officer still need to order any dishes to help with wine, and the small shop can arrange to send them." ”

Although the shopkeeper was wiping the table downstairs just now, he heard a little scary when he heard the commotion upstairs, but earlier, he also saw the three extremely generous guests upstairs asking for twenty catties of bamboo leaves, so at this moment he still felt suspicious that the guests who had just arrived on the second floor were drunk and making trouble.

Usually in the inn, this shopkeeper has not seen a guest with bad wine getting drunk and making trouble, but if it is a wealthy guest who can afford to compensate afterwards, as long as the matter is not strict until the process of demolishing the house, most of the inn side will choose to ignore the past.

At this time, the shopkeeper came upstairs, originally with the mentality of taking a look. Thinking that the temperament of these guests on the second floor was either rich or noble, the little second brother still maintained a respectful attitude, and before getting a response from the guests, he did not take the initiative to push the 'door'.

However, Fang Wu in the guest room was already sweating profusely.

He sat on the back of the high diver, dragging a cloth belt in his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out!

The other end of the cloth belt was wrapped around Gao Qian's neck, causing the green tendons on Gao Qian's entire forehead to protrude, and slowly squirming at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, lining the face covered with blood and tears, which looked wet and greasy at a glance.

The eyes are closest to the brain, and the sharp pain in the eyes temporarily unloads half of the martial arts of the high potential. Rao is like this, in the process of fighting with him for that cloth belt, Fang Wu still felt struggling despite all his strength, for fear that a moment of relaxation would make him turn over and escape.

Just now, taking advantage of the moment when Gao Qian was paralyzed by severe pain, Fang Wu untied the corset and tied a slipknot to tie Gao Qian's neck. At this time, for Fang Wu, there was only one such opportunity!

Although Gao Qian's eyes were blinded by the 'medicine' powder, and his strength was greatly reduced, Fang Wu had also suffered relatively severe internal injuries at this time.

In the swelling 'medicine' powder just now, although Fang Wu raised his sleeves in time to cover his eyes and avoid injury, he couldn't stop Gao Qian's slap towards his 'chest'. That palm made Fang Wu cough up blood again and again, so that although Gao Qian was blind, if it was time for a direct confrontation, Fang Wu would still not be an opponent.

At this critical juncture, the inquiry of the shopkeeper outside the 'door' came in, which also had two completely different meanings for the two people in the house who were deadlocked on the line of life and death.

Gao Qian's whole person was lying on the ground by Fang Wuwei, but he got a force from nowhere at this time, and struggled violently. Of course, he wanted to make more noise, to attract people outside to push the 'door' and see something strange inside the house.

Fang Wu tightened the cloth belt in his hand even harder, not only did he not want to strangle Gao Qian from opening his throat to let out a trace of roar, but he also tried his best to strangle him directly. If he doesn't die, both himself and Cen Chi will die.

Hearing the sound of inquiry outside the 'door', Fang Wuwu didn't have the heart to make up any words at this time, there was only a killing intent in his mind to support his already exhausted body, and when he started to speak, this sharp momentum was also somewhat revealed.

"Don't disturb Lao Tzu's drinking, get out!"

There was a sudden roar in the guest room, and the shopkeeper outside the 'door' was terrified.

The shopkeeper doesn't care much about the yelling and scolding of the guests, this is something that often happens to serve customers, if the 'sex' gerry likes to care about this, then what else do you do in the store? The little second brother just heard something else from the roar.

Where is this drinking? It's a momentum that seems to be pouring people to death!

The shopkeeper 'licked' his lips, which were a little dry and peeling, calmed down, and patiently asked again: "Is there really no need for anything?" There seems to be someone drunk in the small guest room, and the small shop can also provide hangover soup ......"

Fang Wu's roar, in addition to scaring the people outside the 'door', also woke up Cen Chi, who had just been kicked unconscious on the 'bed' by Gao Qian.

When he woke up, the pain all over his body made Cen Chi quickly remember everything that had happened in his room before he 'fell unconscious'. He sat up in shock, heard the words spoken behind the shopkeeper outside the 'door', and also saw the two people who were stalemate a few steps away, the tables and chairs in the room were crooked, the wine jar was broken, the wine was smeared everywhere with blood foam, and the room was in a mess.

Such a scene, of course, can't be seen by the shopkeeper outside the 'door'.

Cen Chi can only think of one way to stop the shopkeeper from coming in, and he has no extra body to make a choice, so he can only try his best to give it a try.

"Come on...... Let's continue to drink...... Cen Chi moved down from the 'bed', staggered towards Fang Wu, and halfway through, picked up a jar of wine on the table in the room. When he walked up to Fang Wu, he raised his hand and smashed the wine jar towards Gao Qian, who was heavily pressed on the ground by Fang Wu, "Drink a jar, smash an altar, it's happy!" ”

As soon as the word "fast" fell, a mouthful of blood choked out of his throat.

If it weren't for the excessive smell of alcohol in the house, the smoke was tightly covered, and the blood of the three people in the house was 'mixed', I am afraid that the smell of blood would not have escaped the nose of the shopkeeper outside the 'door'.

At this time, Cen Chi smashed open a jar of new wine, and the aroma of wine in the room suddenly became rich again, and at the same time, he also testified to some kind of information to the outside world with his voice.

-- There were indeed a few people drinking in the house!

The shopkeeper outside the 'door' sighed, didn't say anything more, and went downstairs slowly. When the inn closed in the evening, he came home and had a new story to tell his old mother. These guests who came this afternoon were still sven when they came, why were they as savage as beasts after drinking?

It seems that wine is really not a good thing. Wine makes people easily impulsive, and impulsiveness is the devil, which can make people tear up their beautiful side and make people laugh. Mother's usual lesson is really not wrong at all.

When he heard the footsteps of Xiao Er in the shop outside, Fang Wu also felt that the person he desperately wanted to strangle seemed to be almost dead at this time.

The body that the high dive had been struggling with gradually withered. Perhaps the throat has been strangled for too long, and the brain finally begins to appear starved of oxygen; It is also possible that Cen Chi smashed down the wine jar, which directly knocked people out.

In short, the high potential is gone.

Fang Wu didn't dare to let go lightly-

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