Blood, ticking, ticking drops.

A huge piece of red quickly spread in his abdomen, touching a bright red hand, Shen Qian looked at Mao Jue in disbelief as if he didn't know it.

Not only Shen Qian, but the other servants of the Mao Mansion also looked at this scene in disbelief, Mao Jue was too cowardly before, and even when there were many people, he couldn't speak clearly, even if Mao Jue had a threat a few days ago, they couldn't imagine that Mao Jue dared to kill someone.

But this scene really happened!

There was green smoke from the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and the hideousness on Mao Jue's face was like a demon, he was really glad that the gun came in time today, otherwise wouldn't he have watched Su Yi being tied alive by this bastard to the pig cage and drowned by the femme fatale, in that case, even if he survived the crisis of Yuan Chonghuan, in this life, he would not be relieved of this incident.

Men, they have responsibilities on their shoulders, but sometimes, they have to be reckless!

"You wild seed, you dare to shoot in the house, don't you take it quickly!"

Later, Mrs. Shen's screams had already sounded, and the servants who had just woken up from her screams also woke up, and hurriedly wanted to come up and hold Mao Jue down, but this time, the second gunshot rang out again, and then the most ferocious family who rushed over once again screamed with his broken leg and screamed as hard as he could.

Now that the wolf has seen blood, it will not be taken lightly!

This time, no one dared to move, everyone looked at Mao Jue and his smoking muzzle in fear, no one knew how many more times his gun could go off, especially the madness of killing people without blinking was even more terrifying to everyone.

"Shen Qian! Rebel, don't stop yet! ”

Drinking can't help the domestic servant, this Mrs. Shen seems to have been beaten by the prototype, even if she opens her teeth and claws, she can only call, like an old and dying old beast. Ignoring him at all, with a cruel smile, Mao Jue stepped forward with a straight fist and slammed it on Shen Qian's temple, which was already staggering, and even the crisp sound of the butt hitting the bone could be heard from afar.

"Lao Tzu said he was going to kill you!"

After the fall, Mao Jue, whose eyes were blood-red, stepped on the chest of this bastard who had just made a big talk to him like a demon, and immediately pointed the gun down.

Bang ~ Bang ~ Bang Bang ~

Every sound seemed to hit people's hearts, and the nearby family turned their heads in shock, and after the fourth shot, they didn't know who this Shen Qian was, and she didn't care about the danger, with a crying voice, she flew over.

But Mao Jue doesn't care anymore, the real gun strength is very terrifying, a blood hole in the film and television drama on TV is nonsense at all, the rotating bullet can tear out a huge and terrifying wound, or so close, this Shen Qian is dead and can't die anymore, dragging the smoking muzzle, he wants to fall into a demon, and continues to walk forward hideously.

"Which of you wants to move the plain clothes?"

"You? You? That's right, you! ”

The bruised and bleeding face suddenly poked forward, and the housekeeper who was still holding the bamboo strip simply weakened his legs, fluttered and knelt on the ground, kowtowing and crying like garlic.

"Young master, spare your life! The small, the small one also obeys the orders of the third lady, and the little one doesn't want to! ”

"Who shot in my Mao Mansion!"

At this time, a roar like a bell rang out in the courtyard, and as if she had finally found a savior, Mrs. Shen got up from the dead ghost with a bloody body, and cried and pounced again.

"Sir! Master, you have to be the master of the concubine! That wild seed, he, he killed Shen Qian! ”

"That's right, it was Lao Tzu who killed it!"

The ruthlessness couldn't dissipate at all, looking back at Mao Wenlong's iron-blue face and the stunned expression of the bearded man behind him, Mao Jue tilted his shoulders and snorted contemptuously.

…………

Tonight's Mao Mansion is really lively, in the main hall, a stretcher is covered with white cloth, a few pieces of red are exposed, and the dyed white cloth is dotted, next to it, the unlucky dog leg who was shot in the leg also fainted, and he was shot by Migne at close range, and his leg could not be saved.

Next to her, the beaten scarred plain clothes were still tied, kneeling timidly on the ground, the hands twisted with hemp rope were pinched blue, and the eyes were timidly tilted to the side from time to time.

"Master, the hands and feet of the people in the house are not clean, and the concubine is in charge of the family rules, but this Mao Jue is ......, woo, listening to Mao Jue's words, Shen Qian just can't look at it and go up to dissuade him, Mao Jue, Mao Jue blatantly committed murder, and ...... Shen Qian, woo woo woo~"

"My uncle's family is full of loyalty, and the whole family died by the forest, so Shen Qian was left with a single seedling, and now it is like this, what face does the concubine have to see the dead uncle's family! Master, you must be the master of the concubine! ”

One cry, two troubles, and three hangings, the advantages of women were exerted to the extreme by Mrs. Shen, but just when she was holding Mao Wenlong's thigh and crying, she twitched the crack on the side of her mouth, and Mao Jue suddenly made a hehe.

"Dissuasion, hiss~ This dissuasion is gentle enough."

No matter how miserable and sincere Mrs. Shen's crying is, Mao Jue's face injury can't be covered up no matter what.

Sometimes, arguments don't have to be loud, or even to distinguish who is right and who is wrong.

Today is definitely a black day, the family is dead and crippled, his wife Ru is still on the bar with his son, restless family has always been a taboo, sitting on the chair with a blue face, listening to Mao Jue's cynicism, Mao Wenlong's old face twitched, and after a while, he slapped irritably.

"Ben Shuai knows, I will deal with this matter, you take Shen Qian down first! Let the account office have more money and bury it well! ”

"Master, but that Mao Jue!"

"Ben Shuai will deal with it!"

Mao Wenlong is not the type with soft ears, otherwise, he would not have been able to go from a small garrison, after 200 people attacked and killed Jin Zhenjiang to the current governor of Dongjiang Town, like a warlord. usually dares to be coquettish, it can be seen that his face is really gloomy, and his tone is not good, especially the triangular eye bags are tightened, even the Shen family does not dare to continue to make trouble, his eyes glared at Mao Jue hatefully, and with a few close people of the Shen family, he carried Shen Qian out of the hall in a muffled voice.

As for the unlucky guy who broke his leg, he was not a cronie of the Shen family, the Shen family left, he was left aside, and in the end, several other subordinates reluctantly carried him down. After walking far, you can still hear his miserable screams.

At this moment, with the medical methods of this era, this person is considered a waste, but he knelt and straightened his waist, Mao Jue did not regret shooting at him at all, and even killed Shen Qian just now, which did not make him feel the pain at the top, and even made him feel a little relaxed.

Unlike that society with strict rules and regulations, the extremely cruel law of the jungle practiced in this era, if you don't kill him just now, Su Yi will die, and this time after the Shen family gave herself a ruthless blow, who knows what means she will use to get rid of herself more recklessly next time? The big family has never had so much warmth.

Maybe he really has a little perverted desire to kill in his bones, anyway, killing Shen Qian, what Mao Jue feels is only happiness.

However, as soon as these people left, before Mao Jue woke up from his secret thoughts, Mao Wenlong, who suddenly stood up, quickly came to him and threw him with a slap.

"Evil beast!"

It's really a report and a report, Shen Qian, who was just slapped and smoked, was very cool, this slap, Mao Jue himself was thrown out, there was a black and red slap mark on his face, and the wound in his mouth that was not good broke again, and he finally got up, and Mao Jue spit out a mouthful of blood again.

"Young Master!"

screamed, Su Yi, who had little hands tied on his back, screamed and staggered over on his knees, squeezing his head into Mao Jue's arms, trying to prop him up. But after the trance passed, Mao Jue suddenly pushed her away, still kneeling on the ground so straight, looking at Mao Wenlong's gloomy face with gloomy eyes.

"You're a fucking boy! If you can't write it, you can't do it! It's lazy to eat, it's too frolicking, before Lao Tzu sent you to study, and you couldn't even take a township test, but now it's even more promising, and a group of fox friends and dog friends hook up all day long, not to mention, for such a woman, you dare to shoot and kill! ”

"My Mao family's face has been lost by you!"

Furious, Mao Wenlong raised his slap and wanted to pull it down, but this time, his hand was frozen. Still holding his face so upright, Mao Jue snorted coldly and stubbornly.

"The kid is not filial, at least he knows that he is just a man, if he can't even protect his own woman, then what kind of man is it, and what face is carrying these two hammers in the crotch of his pants?"

In an instant, Mao Jue suddenly had a feeling of being targeted by a wolf, and raised his head in amazement, Mao Wenlong's face was distorted into a strange expression, and his eyes were full of femininity, murderousness, and blood, however, he could still feel a sense of sadness.

In a trance, Mao Jue suddenly woke up, and this unintentional sentence hit the sore spot in Mao Wenlong's heart.

The rise of the Later Jin, the entire Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty was dripping blood, the battle of Liaoyang, more than 200 people of the Mao family, and the huge family was almost destroyed.

The cold hairs on Mao Jue's back stood up, the air seemed to be frozen, and the depression made people feel suffocated, and it was extremely tormented for a few minutes, and then Mao Wenlong waved his sleeves violently, roaring like an enraged lion

"Mao Youde!"

"The last general!"

"Murder is a crime! This kid will let him go to the army, starting tomorrow, Lao Tzu will hand him over to you, what digging pits and picking dung, carrying grain and building roads, all handed over to this bastard, let Lao Tzu see this guy, and if he dares to violate military law, he will cut it down on the spot! ”

It was really called blowing his beard and glaring, and roared, Mao Wenlong brushed his sleeves away, and also left this hall, but he had been following him, the face was full of dark and thick beard, burly, and the Ming army general who looked particularly strong showed a bitterness on his face, and hugged his fist at Mao Jue sadly.

"Brother, offended!"

"Where, Mao Jue is in trouble with big brother!"

There is no need to kneel on the ground anymore, get up on your knees, and hug your fist at the bearded man, Mao Jue's face inadvertently showed a slight sense of relief.

Suddenly, for the first time, he felt clearly integrated into the era.