The sound of smashing the cup suddenly sounded, and in the midst of a few violent sounds, some people hugged their heads and scurried, and the screams were endless. With the smoke and dust, more than a dozen figures jumped out, holding long knives in their hands to surround the three officials in the middle.

Blades are heading, and chaos is stacked.

In the teahouse, Wang Ning retracted his mind, and looked outside from time to time, the momentum of several people drinking tea around him changed, and a murderous aura spread in the hall.

The blade outside suddenly rose, and someone in the store took out a long knife from under the table, and sat down opposite Wang Ning.

The person who came had a face full of meat, wrapped in thick clothes, his eyebrows and eyes were full of anger, and his tone was a little weak, but the meaning of the words was unclear, and there was a faint warning: "Your Excellency will not mix!" ”

Wang Ning held the tea bowl, looked over, pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm more interested in this tea." ”

Everyone was happy, and the topic of the two of them also took the opportunity to talk about the tea in front of them, and they seemed to be completely indifferent to the noise of the outside world.

The rest of the people in the teahouse had already rushed out and joined the melee, and the three officials were beheaded in an instant, and their steaming heads rolled out of the long street for a bloody time, and their eyes were still examining this indifferent world before they could close their eyes.

Someone came to the woman with a knife, and the woman was completely quiet after the initial trance, which was more appropriate to say sluggishness. Her eyes were blank and dead.

Someone raised a knife, the blade was stained with blood, and it was no longer dazzling under the bright sun, the knife fell, poof, blood gushed out, and it was soaked in white.

The knife grew more and more red, and it emitted a sticky stench.

There were a few bangs, the closed door was slammed open from the inside, and the officers and soldiers with standard long knives came out.

Surround the group of men in black.

In the tea shop, the man's eyes were fixed, his gaze was retracted from the outside, and his face was defeated in an instant.

Wang Ning raised his eyes and looked over, and chuckled: "This is a dead end, why should Your Excellency be sad." Yu Guang seemed to inadvertently glance at the street outside, and Wang Ningfu whispered again, "Those people themselves have been arranged to die ......."

The man glared angrily, but he didn't say anything, and only after a while did he show surprise and say, "What do you know?" ”

Wang Ning shook his head: "I'm not an immortal, how can I know anything!" He sighed with a little emotion, "The tea that has been tasted is going to be poured out after all......"

The man's eyes twinkled slightly, and he lowered his head.

Blades of chaos, blood on the streets.

The men in black were crushed by the army, and the few who still had strength looked at each other, nodded firmly, and raised their knives to kill again. When several colleagues who were seriously injured on the ground were mended, none of them were intact.

Like a sieve, several streams of blood poured out, splashing dust on the ground.

This battle did not last long, and under the absolute difference in combat power between the two sides, the outcome was already doomed.

The man in the shop clenched his fists and his nails were embedded in the flesh, and he was heartbroken.

The tea in front of Wang Ning was already cold, and his mind went to other places.

The army left, taking with them a lot of corpses, but the poor three officials just gave their lives for nothing.

The world is like this, and the life and death of little people have never been seen by decision-makers who stand at the top. The so-called sympathy is nothing but the bloody stone slab that sincerely accommodates the blood of those miserable.

In other words, for the little people at the bottom, even if they die, they still can't escape being trampled on.

Wang Ning got up and left, wandering around in the past few days, he had sorted out something, and today's "assassination" should be the final result of many previous things.

All the "participants" have bowed their heads today, and this is just a play in itself.

Wang Ning has been able to convince himself to believe that the world is so dirty and filthy, and no matter how many people's blood can't wash it away, it will only make this big dye vat-like world even more foul and dirty.

"Today's grace of life, I wrote it down." Wang Ning, who left the tea shop, was caught up, and the man said.

Wang Ning raised his hand and waved, and shook his head: "Life and death are fateful, but there is also a fate." It can be regarded as its own creation...... A lot of times it doesn't have anything to do with anyone else! ”

The matter spread quickly, and the Jiangning Mansion sent people over to take care of it, and by the way, summoned people to come and clean the streets.

The diluted blood water of Qinhuai Water was finally injected into the Qinhuai River, and I don't know if it set off an undercurrent underwater!

Wang Ning pretended to be worried, as he had walked in the night, he had already seen the signs on the tragically dead people before, and those were all people from Jiangshanlou.

In fact, decades after the establishment of the new dynasty, Jiangshanlou still became a mixed faction after all, and the guidelines pursued were far from the purpose when it was first established.

The original Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Four Pavilions are now also divided into factions, like him, who wanders outside the Four Pavilions, no matter which one wants to get rid of it quickly.

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense to kill him several times. As for the "innocent" man before, I think it was bad luck and was used as a pawn.

Ironically, the Heavenly Pavilion, which was once established to kill the royal family, is now hooking up with the imperial court, and I wonder if the tablets in the ancestral hall of the Jiangshan General Building will be so angry that they vomit blood.

Wang Ning restrained his thoughts, and when he stopped, he had already arrived at a chess stall.

I think it's still early, and there are only two old people on the chess stall.

Wang Ning hesitated for a moment and walked over, stood on the side and watched, the old man was also generous, and he did not feel offended by his actions.

In the middle of the game, news came from an old man's house, the old man got up and said goodbye and left, and the rest of the old man couldn't find anyone to play against, and his eyes fell on Wang Ning on the side.

The old man asked kindly: "I have seen you come over these days, I must also be a person who knows chess, I don't know if you are interested in playing a game with the old man?" ”

Wang Ning paused, but he didn't shirk, he arched his hand to the old man a little casually, and sat down opposite: "It's good that the old man doesn't dislike my stinky chess basket......"

The old man was stunned for a moment, laughed, and cleaned up the black and white pieces on the chessboard.

After guessing first, Wang Ning fell first, the old man's eyes froze, and his tone changed slightly: "This chess ......"

"It stinks?" Wang Ning asked rhetorically, but he didn't care much.

The old man shook his head and fell: "It's not stinky, I've never seen this kind of trick before, and I feel a little novel for a while." ”

In this way, the two of them fell like flies, but the old man's brows furrowed more and more tightly when they arrived, and the topic also changed from polite words such as "who is the son".

"This is ......," the old man pondered his words, as if it was difficult to express.

Wang Ning dropped down and said with a smile: "The old man thinks this is not the way of a gentleman? ”