Torrential rain came unexpectedly with the sound of thunder.

The rain was so heavy that I couldn't see people clearly three or five steps away. The street outside the small courtyard of the Chen family was empty at this time, and there was nothing but the sound of wind and rain like a pearl on the plate.

After a while, I saw a few men in black walking on the street with the sound of rain, rabbits falling on the rooftops, and flying eaves and walls. There are all directions, but the target is directly aimed at the Chen family's small courtyard.

The momentum is fierce and murderous.

Directly across the street from the small courtyard of the Chen family is a small shop that sells cooking cakes and breakfast.

Like everyone else, the door was already closed and locked at this time. However, the situation inside is extremely strange.

More than a dozen big men in helmets and armor were crammed into a small room. It's almost a state of people being crowded, if Chen Bodhi sees it, he will definitely reply.

"Dude, this is on Metro Line 10, and the international trade in the morning rush hour is like this at best. If you keep squeezing like this, you may be pregnant. ”

In the small room, there were more than a dozen strong men, except for breathing. There was no sound, and even the breathing was deliberately pressed, as if it were nothing.

Someone finally broke the silence.

"Commander, are we really not going to make a move? These guys are obviously not good. Look at the roof, the one that shrinks the ground into inches is called a slip. This step has to be more than ten zhang, right? Look at the guy running on the ground, stepping into a puddle, and he doesn't have any ripples. Just the two old and weak in the small courtyard, can they be opponents? Don't let people wipe their necks just by looking at their faces."

A delicate-looking soldier whispered softly in the ear of the "Commander".

"Shut up! Do you dare to question the military order? ”

The commander with "hair" on his face scolded in a low voice, thinking about the identity of the speaker, perhaps because he felt that there was something wrong with his tone. So he added.

"Let's see, if it doesn't work, we'll do it again."

After speaking, his hand unconsciously pressed the handle of the knife. The same is true for everyone else.

It seems that everyone is not very optimistic about the combat effectiveness in the yard.

……

Fujita Shinichi, fiddling with the position of his waist knife from time to time as he went. Abandon the usual narrow knife and choose the weapons of the Tang people. It was very unaccustomed to him.

This time the task was snatched by himself, and after the cowering Tang Ren proposed his intention, His Highness refused. After all, the blade of the Tang State is still very sharp, and His Highness is afraid of causing some unnecessary disputes. This was a very rational decision in Fujita's opinion. However, news came from prison today.

Murashita died.

Purely a violent death, this is the answer given by the Tang Dali Temple. The body was carried back with a white linen cloth.

The soldier and jailer who sent the corpse looked unruly, saying that this was a special reward from Lord Chen, the young secretary of Dali Temple. When a man dies and his debts are settled, you are allowed to deal with them according to your own customs.

That's it, and when he left, he also took the boss with a bag of Xie Yi.

This is very troublesome, Murakita's identity is actually not just as simple as sending Tang envoys and attendants in front of the people. Relatively speaking, it is more important than most of the envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty.

He is the younger half-brother of the Emperor, Prince Wamasa. In terms of identity alone, there is no successor to the throne, and Hatoha Tianhai is slightly inferior.

Different from the "Tang envoys" on the surface, in the Sui Dynasty, some Japanese warriors began to "abandon their families and children" and crossed the ocean to live in the land of the Tang people in a foreign land. Relying on the accumulated hard work and bribery, he even did not hesitate to kill people and sell goods. It brought back the secrets of many Tang craftsmen to the Great Japan Kingdom, and made the Great Japan Kingdom stronger and stronger.

This group of people is called the "hidden Tang envoys". His Royal Highness the Prince is the leader of the "Hidden Tang Envoy". And Fujita is the retainer of the village's guards. Therefore, in public and private, he must avenge his master, even if he is broken.

It is the duty and glory of a samurai.

However, in order to prevent accidents. Still, he left behind all signs that could prove his identity. In this way, Hatofa was extremely reluctant. bluntly said that Fujita would ruin the 10,000-year-old foundation of Great Japan. If others don't know, don't you know either? It was my Royal Highness the Prince of Japan who died.

Later, if it weren't for the certainty of killing with one blow, I'm afraid Fujita wouldn't even be able to get out of the gate of the Honglu Temple Hall.

Mixed with the killer group of the Tang people, Fujita's heart was desolate. for the Lord and for himself. In any case, the head of this surnamed Chen Xiaozi must be taken off today to pay tribute to the spirit of His Royal Highness the Prince in the sky.

Among the killers who come and go, except for Fujita. The rest are all serious Tang people. However, the composition is more messy. Some are killers of an underground organization. Some are Jiang Yang thieves who earn money to buy their lives by licking blood from the knife. Some are some city fox society rats with kung fu in their hands. They didn't know each other, but that didn't stop them from working together. After all, the amount of money in vain was enough to offset their concerns.

Isn't it just killing someone? How old it is.

Several people continued to walk, and finally marched to a position not far from the small courtyard. The maverick black door was already in sight.

It's just that in front of the door, there is an old man in a white robe carrying a white lantern and squatting in the porch. There was also a gong at hand.

It turned out to be an old man who was on the watch, sheltering from the rain in front of the door. It is no wonder that except for the small courtyard of the Chen family, the rest of the Qujiangfang residents are either rich or expensive. The wealthy Dazhai may be a vicious dog guarding the door and sheltering from the rain under the door. Maybe it will let the vicious dog bite the gutter, which is not cost-effective.

When the hour came, the old man who had sheltered from the rain walked out of the porch in the rain with a lantern and a mallet to beat the gong. Xu was in a hurry to leave, and even forgot to bring the gong.

It's really an old mallet.

After three or five steps, the old man who played the shift met Fujita, who was rushing to the front.

Rushing to the front is bound to be more dangerous than hiding behind. But Fujita did not hesitate, because he wanted to personally cut off the head of the enemy, and only in this way could he wash away everyone's "shame".

In the face of this old man who fought more, Fujita did not hesitate, and drew a knife is a slash. In his eyes, there has never been a concept of respecting the old and loving the young. At the foot of Mt. Fuji in his hometown. Ordinary old people of this age are not worthy to live in the world. Either go into the deep mountains and old forests by yourself and fend for yourself. Either the children and nephews of the family will find a "feng shui treasure land" to dig a pit, put it in, and fill it with soil and bury it. You read that right, it's buried alive. The weather is right, and a few more rains. Maybe the grass at the grave next year will be more than three feet high. This is a very auspicious thing in the eyes of the locals.

In short, people who have no use value are also a waste of food to live!

"Let me reluctantly give you a ride."

A bolt of lightning illuminated Fujita's flying blade and hideous face.

I have to say, it's fucking ugly!