On both sides of the street are filled with firewood and vegetable stalls from all over the country, where cloth and fruit are thinned, hoes and utensils, and even donkeys, horses, pigs and sheep are all objects of trade.

The bargaining voices were noisy.

A donkey cart carrying grass drove by the king's side, as if he was afraid of missing the opportunity to make a fortune.

The endless long street is crowded, a prosperous and prosperous world, worthy of being near the capital.

Wang Junlin's expression was calm, and he rode his blood-maned horse slowly through the crowd of people who were in full swing of trading.

The woman on horseback is naturally Nie Xiaoyu, according to the consensus reached by Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu, Nie Xiaoyu's energy is not easy to come by, and it will be saved in the future, so along the way, she will directly enter a similar dormant state, except for the normal operation of her eyes and brain, everything else will be directly stopped, and Wang Junlin will take her away.

The reason why he didn't take the carriage and didn't bring a large number of personal guards was due to two aspects, one was that the emperor was in a hurry, he rode the blood-maned horse fast, and the others couldn't keep up, and the speed of the carriage was too slow. The second is that after Wang Junlin learned that Mao Mao fell into the hands of the Demon Palace, he wanted to rescue Mao Mao, but according to the insect demon, the Demon Palace is located in the southwest Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau Miao Jiang, the distance is too far, so he wants to rush alone, and instantly use himself as a bait to lure the major immortal hidden sects under the command of the Spring and Autumn Messenger to make a move, and it is best to attract the heavenly dog to inquire and rescue Mao Mao from his hands.

At this time, Nie Xiaoyu didn't know whether he was alive or dead at first glance, which caused the people around him to cast curious and surprised eyes, but when their eyes turned to the tall and vicious blood-maned horse and the cold-looking Wang Junlin, they were silent.

A person with a little experience or vision can tell from people and immediately that he is not a person to be messed with.

An eight- or nine-year-old child walked up to the blood-maned horse, raised his innocent little face and shouted, "Guest officer! Do you want a bunch of rock sugar gourds, which are fresh and sweet, and delicious? ”

A smile appeared on Wang Junlin's cold face, for some of the most beautiful things in the world, he never skimped on his kindness, which can be compared to his 'poisonous general', 'peerless murderer', 'the world's first poisonous man' and other famous names, but who in this world really understands Wang Junlin.

Wang Junlin was thinking about whether to buy a bunch to eat and take care of the child's business, but unexpectedly, the blood-maned horse snorted, opened his mouth, and devoured the ten strings of rock sugar gourds and bamboo sticks inserted in the wooden tools in the child's hands at a dazzling speed.

The child was stunned for a moment, and was furious by the blood-red eyes of the blood-maned horse, and stepped back with an exclamation.

Wang Jun moved, bent down and stuffed a heavy piece of gold into the child's cuff, and said softly: "Hide it, don't let others see it, go home quickly!" ”

The child was stunned, and secretly glanced at the yellow gold in his sleeve in disbelief, and after a long time he let out a roar of joy, turned back and burrowed into the crowd, and walked away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

When Wang Junlin got up and sat up straight, he smiled and stretched out his hand through the hat and pinched the face of the motionless Nie Xiaoyu, and his depressed mood because of worrying about Mao Mao has also improved a lot in the past few days.

At this time, there was a shouting and scolding from the crowd in the distance, and a team of hunters, led by a sturdy poor leader, turned out, just in time to meet Wang Junlin, who was riding slowly.

When he saw Nie Xiaoyu on horseback, his eyes flashed, he stopped at the horse's head, and shouted to Wang Junlin: "Stop, who is carrying it immediately?" ”

If you are a person in the rivers and lakes, under normal circumstances, you will always sell the official mansion, but Wang Junlin is not, he casually took out his identity token, lit up in front of the poor, and said lightly: "I am an official of the imperial court, you go away!" ”

The poor man sneered and said: "Holding a sign that I don't know whether it's true or not, I said that I was an official of the imperial court, have you ever seen a court official who does not bring personal soldiers?" This is also reasonable.

Wang Junlin's expression was cold, he didn't need to do anything more, the speed of the blood-maned horse increased slightly, and he pressed directly to that difference.

All the officers shouted and cursed, drew their weapons, and the people nearby retreated like a catastrophe, making a huge space.

The poor face turned cold, took three steps back, and shouted: "Do you want to rebel? ”

Wang Junlin stared at his retreating steps, his eyes flashed, and he looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "With your skills in the stagnation period, how can you be willing to give in to a mere mistake, say it!" Who are you? ”

The errand took the long iron rod handed by another errand behind him with one hand, and shouted, "Up! ”

More than a dozen fake officers all flew out of their hands with weapons in their hands, and the target was Wang Junlin sitting down on the blood-maned horse.

At the same time, the long iron rod in the hand of the head sank and picked up, and with sharp energy, it poked at the chest of the king on the horse.

This is extremely powerful, it is obvious that the other party has premeditated, and as soon as he comes up, he shoots people and horses first, and insists on frustrating the spirit of Wang Junlin.

Wang Junlin clipped the horse's belly, and the blood-maned horse rushed forward, and with a touch of the horse's belly, his horse's weapon, a horse lance of one foot and two feet, had reached his hand, and a thousand spear shadows appeared.

All the swords and weapons that shot at the "Bloodmaned Horse" flew one after another, and the sneak attackers shot in the opposite direction.

The poor head saw that Wang Jun Linzhang and the second horse lance were fully protected and sat down and loved to ride, and the front door was exposed, and his heart was ecstatic, and there was still room for a stick, and he hit it with all his might.

A flash of the lance.

The situation in front of the poor head changed suddenly, and the second horse lance suddenly shot out from Wang Junlin's left waist, straight to the door.

The soul of the poor head was scattered, and it was too late to figure out how Wang Junlin changed his moves, so the long iron rod was attached to the horse lance, and he was desperately twisted, hoping to slightly prevent the horse lance from castrating, and at the same time retreated.

The soldiers around him staggered back, either with the knife that had been fired back from his belly, or the sword that flew back upside down from his shoulder.

Sonorous!

The poor head flew back sharply, and he moved more than ten steps away.

Wang Junlin carried the second horse lance on his shoulder, and sat solemnly on the tall blood-maned horse like a god, staring at the retreating head for a moment.

Ten more steps back, tent!

Fall to the sky.

A little blood red in the center of the eyebrows expanded rapidly, blood gushed out like a spring, his eyes widened, but there was no longer any life, the hand holding the iron rod was released, and the iron rod rolled to the side, making a faint collision sound with the ground.

"Yikes!"

When the people around saw that they had killed someone and were still on errands, they couldn't help shouting, and they didn't even want the goods of the family that had made a fortune, and they scattered and fled, and groups of cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks that had just been sold by their owners were also frightened and jumped around the pile, and the situation was extremely chaotic.

When he came to the place where the corpse of the poor head was, the whole long street was only a group of errand soldiers who were bleeding and moaning and some scattered chickens, cattle, sheep and horses, except for the messy overturned fruits and vegetables.

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