"Which turtle grandson dares to plot against me, if you have the ability, let's fight with real knives and guns!"

The young man who was originally domineering and looked at the world got up from the ground in embarrassment, and there was a clear shoe print on his face.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he yelled angrily.

"Smack!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the young man finished yelling, and before his mouth was closed, another broken shoe flew over, just blocking the young man's mouth.

"Gross!"

The young man was first blindfolded, then quickly took off his shoes and threw them on the ground.

It's a pity that the strange smell on the shoes made the young man unable to bear it anymore, and he bent over and retched on the ground.

Originally, the young man who was like a jade, domineering and dewy on the world, was completely like a ridiculous rice shrimp at this time.

Such a comical scene slightly diluted the slaughter and the smell of blood here.

"Stomp, stomp!"

At the same time, the guards of the eldest princess of Chu Guo, Mi Fu, also rushed over in full gear, looking at the young man with wary eyes.

"Where, which bastard threw me with his shoes, I, Wang Fugui, will never die with you!"

When Zhao Jia heard the young man report his name, he almost subconsciously asked, "May I ask which Wang Fugui is Your Excellency?" ”

Hearing this, Wang Fugui, who was in a rage, turned his head to look at Zhao Jia, stroked his long black hair, frowned and asked, "In addition to my peerless swordsman Wang Fugui, will there be a second Wang Fugui in the world?" ”

Zhao Jia looked at the shoe prints on the other party's face, and said with a smile: "I know that there is a village where there is a cook named Wang Fugui, a village chief named Wang Fugui, and a blacksmith named Wang Fugui. ”

"All in all, everyone in that village is called Wang Fugui."

Zhao Jia's words made everyone stunned in place, and Wang Fugui's face with shoe prints turned even redder.

He yelled: "Which village in the hell dares to share the same name as me!" ”

At this time, Wang Fugui's hatred seemed to be transferred, as if he had forgotten that someone had just thrown his shoes away.

Zhao Jia said: "That village." ”

Everyone's eyes showed a look of confusion, and Wang Fugui continued to ask, "Which village is it?" ”

Zhao Jia replied: "That village." ”

Wang Fugui roared a little frantically: "Which village is that village!" ”

Zhao Jia also replied a little frantically: "That village is that village!" ”

The conversation between the two made everyone look confused, and even Mifu, who fell into grief because of Lan'er's death, seemed to be in a better mood.

She opened her big angry and sad eyes and looked at Zhao Jia very curiously.

She also wanted to know which village it was.

Zhao Jia glanced at Qi Fu's current state, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why he mentioned this stalk in later generations was not only to tease Wang Fugui, but also to ease Qi Fu's emotions.

Even Zhao Jia didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen when he came to Reflection Lake today.

In the final analysis, Zhao Jia is also responsible for Lan'er's death.

"Tell me which village it is!"

Wang Fugui was a little crazy at this time, picked up the shoes that he threw on the ground, and prepared to return to Zhao Jia.

The border city hurriedly dodged and blocked in front of Zhao Jia.

"No, why should I ask that fool about this, which bastard threw me with his shoes!"

Wang Fugui picked up the broken shoes on the ground, and then remembered what he had just done, and immediately began to yell again.

The guards who ran over to protect Mifu all stared at Wang Fugui murderously when they saw this.

"Smack!"

It's a pity that just when Wang Fugui was angry, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and the dust on the soles of his shoes left a shoe print on Wang Fugui's head.

"Smack!"

The shoes were once again ruthlessly pumped on Wang Fugui's head, no matter how Wang Fugui dodged, he couldn't escape the tracking of the broken shoes.

He held the hilt of his sword in his hand, and in a fit of rage he wanted to draw his sword and kill those who had humiliated him.

It's a pity that when Wang Fugui turned his head and saw the white-haired old man, an ugly smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Say who is the turtle grandson!"

The old man waved the broken shoe in his hand and slammed it mercilessly at Wang Fugui's head.

Wang Fugui didn't dare to dodge at all, so he could only be whipped by the broken shoes, and then said with a bitter face: "I'm a turtle grandson!" ”

"Smack!"

"Who's the bastard!"

The old man continued to wave his broken shoes and smoke Wang Fugui, questioning again.

"I'm a bastard!"

Although Wang Fugui felt ashamed and aggrieved, he didn't dare to disobey the old man no matter what, so he could only admit his mistake with a bitter face, trying to calm the anger in the old man's heart.

"Knowing that I am a turtle grandson, knowing that I am a bastard, I dare to steal my sword and show off!"

Unexpectedly, the old man was even more angry when he heard this, and continued to wave the broken shoes in his hand, twitching without leaving the young man with face.

"Haven't you been crisscrossing Kyushu for more than 30 years, killing all the enemies and traitors, and defeating all the heroes?"

"Aren't you lonely and embarrassed, but you want to lose in this life?"

"Your grandson is drawing his sword, see if you can kill the old man!"

Broken shoes pumped and pumped, and the heart and liver were pulled and pulled.

At the beginning, Wang Fugui didn't dodge yet, but when he saw that the old man was pumping more and more, as if he was ready to smoke endlessly, Wang Fugui was finally afraid.

"Master, Fugui knows it's wrong!"

Wang Fugui begged for mercy, but the old man was unrelenting, still holding the broken shoes in his hand, and greeted Wang Fugui with all his might.

Wang Fugui's face was already swollen, and seeing that it was useless to beg for mercy, he could only hide everywhere.

However, although the old man is not young, he has a childish face and a vigorous body, and he can always chase after Wang Fugui and whip him with broken shoes.

"Stop!"

Seeing that the two of them were fleeing and chasing, they were about to break away from the encirclement of the guards, but Qi Fu was staring at him with apricot eyes and shouted loudly.

Today, someone assassinated Mifu and Zhao Jia, the stakes are very high, and Lan'er's death made Mifu hold back a wave of anger in her heart.

The young man and the old man were strange, and Mifu didn't want to let go of the suspicious person.

Anyone involved in this assassination, Mifu will be dealt with quickly.

"Hah!"

Many heavily armed guards, all waving their weapons when they heard this, surrounded the old man and the youth group.

Seeing this, Zhao Jia frowned slightly.

He could faintly feel that the old man and the young man were very extraordinary, but looking at the performance of the two, they were a little crazy, not like some masters.

It's just that Zhao Jia can be sure that these two people definitely have nothing to do with the assassins.

At this moment, Zhao Jia felt that someone was pulling his sleeve, turned his head to look, and happened to see the border city with a solemn face.

Bian Cheng's mouth leaned into Zhao Jia's ear, and he said softly: "If it is not necessary, don't let the princess provoke these two." ”

When Zhao Jia heard this, he was shocked in his heart.

Zhao Jia knew the skills of the border city very well, otherwise it would not have been possible to see more than a dozen assassins come forward, and he would still not be surprised.

But now, Zhao Jia actually saw such a solemn expression on the face of the border city, how could he not be surprised?