"I don't write!"

"Don't you dare to kill me!"

Xie Tang roared, his hands desperately holding Changsun Hong's hands, those hands were wrapping around his neck at the moment, slightly loose, allowing himself to breathe reluctantly.

"You don't write?" Changsun Hong turned a blind eye to the chaotic crowd in the pavilion, and just said softly to Xie Tang: "Think about it." ”

As he spoke, he began to exert force in his hands again.

Xie Tang began to roll his eyes again.

There was no air in the lungs, and the burning sensation was so intense that it was so uncomfortable that it made people lose the will to resist.

Suffocation can also be a source of despair, especially for a pampered person.

"As long as you're willing to copy, I'll let go." Changsun Hong's voice was getting colder and colder, and the momentum in his hands was getting bigger and bigger, and his voice, listening to Xie Tang's ears, was like a Shura from hell.

Tang An shrank to the side, if it weren't for the fierce fighting in the house, she would have run out regardless of it.

It's so terrifying, this person is going to kill Xie Tang!

Life in the Qinglou is cruel, and it is not that he has never seen a dead person, but seeing a person being strangled to death in person, Tang Anan has really never seen it.

And this person who is going to die is still Xie Tang.

"You're crazy, you're crazy...... You want to kill him......" Tang Anan muttered to himself, his face was pale, and his little face was as white as if he had put on the thickest foundation, as white as a cheap dan horn on the stage of a village temple fair: "He is Xie Tang!" ”

But neither the pinching nor the pinched paid attention to her words.

They're busy.

Xie Tang was in great fear, and this was the first time in his life that he had felt like he was on the verge of death.

He couldn't believe that in this Lin'an City, someone dared to kill him.

I am Empress Xie's younger brother! He wanted to shout out loud.

But he couldn't shout, the murderous intent in the eyes of the grim-faced young man in front of him was monstrous, and a pair of powerful hands pinched his neck like an iron clamp, and the air couldn't enter his throat, and he was almost fainting.

"Copy it, copy it and let you go."

The voice of temptation sounded again, as if to say something very simple.

Paper, pen and ink are placed on the ground, within reach.

But Xie Tang didn't dare, he was different from Yan Biao, he was a person who had read books.

It was an anti-poem, copied from a man who was going to die.

Yan Biao copied it stupidly, but Xie Tang didn't dare.

He saw it when Changsun Hong took out the sample and spread it out in front of his eyes for him to copy.

This is anti-poetry.

These people want to pinch his handle, how can Xie Tang be fooled!

While desperately resisting the huge force surging from his neck, Xie Tang desperately glanced at the side, he brought more than 20 people, what the hell are you doing if you don't come to save him at this time?

Since he is here to find fault, Xie Tang, a veteran who shuttles through the night scene to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, is of course prepared, except for a few talents, he is very capable of fighting, and a few of them are masters in the forbidden army.

What are they doing now?

Rolling his eyes, Xie Tang used a difficult posture to turn his eyes to the side, and then saw Lu Wende holding two dismantled table legs, guarding the door, beating outside one stick after another, he was tall and long, his strength was infinite, and the door was narrow, and almost no one could get by there.

And a few of the subordinates in the house were being beaten madly by Chen Yu, Xiang Shibi and Du Shu, these old soldiers in Beijing, no matter how powerful they were, they couldn't resist the generals who came down from the Lianghuai battlefield, and they were beaten to cry and cry for their mother, and they had no power to fight back.

"No one can save you." The young man who was choking him by the neck said, "Only you can save yourself." ”

He seemed to see through Xie Tang's thoughts, twitched the corner of his mouth viciously, freed up a hand, and raised the paper in his hand again: "If you copy it, I'll let you go." ”

Does this man really dare to kill me?

Xie Tang couldn't believe that in Lin'an, someone dared to kill someone in a prosperous place like Sanyuanlou?

It's hard to believe, but the pain in his neck clearly tells him that it's true, and after a few moments, he will be ironclad.

"I ...... Write ..... you...... And Song...... Let go ......"

Xie Tang finally popped out a few weak words from the crack in his throat.

At this time, Changsun Hong's forehead had already begun to sweat.

He really didn't dare to kill Xie Tang, and if he killed him, he had no second way except to immediately run back to Sichuan overnight to rebel.

Making a pretending to be arrogant is nothing more than imitating Yan Biao's means of using anti-poetry to protect himself.

Unexpectedly, Xie Tang's bones are really hard, and he has already put in his strength, and if he is one more point heavier, this guy's neck is about to break, and he is still carrying it without yielding.

If you want to be a privy envoy in the future, you really still have some temperament, not as simple as Yan Biao.

When he let go of his arm, Changsun Hongcai realized that the cold sweat on his back had soaked his clothes.

Xie Tang gasped, grabbed the pen on the ground, and began to copy, the poem was not long, just a few sentences, and it was written in a moment.

"Your means are useless." Xie Tang stared at Changsun Hong resentfully, folded the piece of paper with anti-poems written and pressed his own handprints, and put it in his pocket: "I have many ways to prove that this poem was written under your compulsion, and it was not my intention." ”

"I know." Changsun Hong moved his wrist and shook his head, the nervousness just now was actually to the limit of what he could bear: "But if you want to seek revenge from us, if this manuscript is passed on, such as to your enemy, you will also be in trouble." ”

He exhaled, and then smiled lightly: "Xie Lang will also weigh whether it is worth it to do this." ”

"Who the are you? Why? Xie Tang was almost roaring, but when he saw Changsun Hong's gaze becoming cold, he subconsciously protected his neck and stood against the wall: "You and I have no grudges in the past and no grudges in the near future, why bother?" ”

"This is a question that you may be able to avoid every time you ask yourself before you find someone to fight." Changsun Hong patted his face, and then said coldly: "Tell your men to get out, tonight, it's almost over." ”

Xie Tang was slapped by him, his eyes turned blue, almost angry to the extreme, Changsun Hong observed him very interestingly, admiring this obviously angry but helpless demeanor.

Gritting his teeth, Xie Tang rubbed his neck and turned around, slowly walking along the wall towards the door, shouting as he walked: "Stop!" Stop it! ”

No one pays attention to him, the fight is in full swing, who will listen to the voices of the side.

"Stop!"

The thunderous roar of the eldest grandson Hong sounded in the pavilion, full of energy, like a bell, and suppressed all the sounds in an instant.

All the people stopped moving, Lu Wende and the others retreated, and the mermaids outside the house rushed in.

"Xie Ye, are you okay?" The people who poured in picked up Xie Tang and asked in fear.

Xie Lang was embarrassed, kicked the person who came up to help him, turned his head to look at Changsun Hong for the last time with his red eyes, stomped his feet, and shouted: "Go!" ”

Pedal and pedal, go downstairs, the movements are smooth and fast, leaving a room of people behind.

His subordinates, you look at me, I look at you, and looked at the eldest Sun Hong and the others in the house, and they were a little hesitant to continue fighting.

Xie Tang's angry scolding came from downstairs: "Come with me!" Isn't there a shame? Go back and peel off your skin! ”

All the big men trembled and dispersed in a hurry.

"Hmph, thief!" Lu Wende threw the bloody table leg in his hand on the ground and let out a sigh: "We have to go." ”

"This person is Xie Tang, he may come back to seek revenge if he suffers a loss, and it is harmful to stay here." Chen Yu also said that his hand was a little injured and bleeding, and he casually wrapped it with a torn off placket: "We can't stay for a long time." ”

Changsun Hong looked at the mess all over the ground and invited everyone to the next pavilion, which was the place where Tang An'an sang at the beginning, and the damage was not so serious.

Taking out the paper in his arms, Changsun Hong briefly said his disposal.

When everyone heard this, they were surprised and nervous, and they looked at each other, and they all saw the anxiety in their eyes.

"Don't worry, I asked him to write the poem, if there is anything, he will come to me, and it has nothing to do with you." The eldest grandson Hong said firmly, dispelling everyone's worries: "As long as I don't die for a day, you will be safe." ”

"That's what I'm worried about." Xiang Shibi frowned, worried: "Anti-poetry is going to kill the head, Xie Tang is vicious, he will definitely try his best to take it back, and it may pose a threat to the life of the eldest grandson and little brother at that time." ”

"That's exactly what happened." Du Shu also said: "If the person is gone, the letter will be gone." ”

"Don't worry." Eldest Sun Hong laughed, confident: "The place where I live is very safe." ”

(End of chapter)