Before the arrogant laughter could reach the ground, several samurai in armor and swords surrounded a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, who was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, but the loose brocade robe was about to burst open by the overly fat body, and at first glance, it looked like a moving mountain of meat.

As soon as the old shopkeeper saw this man, his expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly greeted him, but as soon as he left the counter, he was twisted up by a samurai. The warrior held his right hand high, and the old shopkeeper struggled under his hand like a thin chicken, his face turning purple.

Roshan sat behind the counter, shaking his face full of fat, and ordered the samurai: "Let him down, let him down, strangle him, who will pour me wine?" ”

The samurai threw the old shopkeeper to the ground.

"Yes, yes, the old man has come to pour wine for the lord."

Before the old shopkeeper could catch his breath, he got up from the ground with a grunt, and while pouring wine for the old shopkeeper, he quietly glanced at the dodging little two Lianlian.

Xiao Er hesitated for a moment, sneakily towards the backyard, but their actions had already been clearly seen by those samurai, and as soon as Xiao Er mentioned it on his front foot, a burly samurai took the first step to block him. The warrior didn't say a word, raised his fist, and slammed it over, smashing the little two into a nosebleed. Xiao Er's eyes widened and he was about to exhale pain, but the warrior drew his sword again, put it on his neck, and looked at him coldly. So, Xiao Er covered his mouth and swallowed the scream into his stomach again.

This move came too quickly, and by the time the drinkers reacted, the samurai had already kicked Xiao Er into the air, and the body that flew out horizontally knocked down the low table, the wine jar, and the cup, and in an instant, the crackling sound was endless. The old shopkeeper hugged the wine jar, his eyes were red, his chest rose and fell sharply, but he couldn't speak.

But the Roshan sat down in all directions, waving the wide sleeves: "Old Que, the wine is spilled, don't you have long eyes?" If you can't see clearly with long eyes, then what do you want it for? ”

The old shopkeeper's face changed drastically, and he trembled endlessly. The warrior who twisted him just now deceived him, dragged him up, lifted him up again, smiled fiercely, pulled out the sword in the sword bag, pointed at the old shopkeeper's eyes, and did not move, waiting for the Roshan to nod.

"How can it be!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but shout.

The Roshan was drinking slowly, as soon as he heard someone come out, his face suddenly turned cold, and he hammered his fist on the wine bowl, and the wine bowl made of clay was suddenly hammered and flew around, he raised his head, wiped his hands, looked at the angry scholar, and asked lightly: "Since you say that I am unreasonable, then, you must be a reasonable, you say, how unreasonable am I?" ”

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then raised a face flushed with anger, and said loudly: "Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, the guest of the land, and the king's minister." There is the gift of the monarch and the courtier, and the law of the courtier. Let me ask you, what's wrong with this restaurant? What is the sin? Where did you violate the royal law? But you, as a noble courtier, don't know self-cultivation, but you know that in the fish and meat country, bullying the weak is definitely not tolerated by the sky! ”

"Heavens? Wang Fa? Ha ha. It's really a group of pedantic readers, this is the world of Da Chu, and there is no so-called royal law. Even if there is, it is my law, and every plant and tree here belongs to me, and I snatched it with a knife and a gun, well, it was snatched from your hands, and you are a soldier of that country? ”

Roshan said slowly, as he spoke, he grabbed the meat from the plate on the table, kept stuffing it into his mouth, he didn't chew the meat when he ate it, his cheeks kept agitating, and he swallowed one piece of meat after another into his stomach.

"Let go of my grandpa!"

At this time, a petite figure rushed into the wine hall, it was the young girl Que'er, she was still holding a wooden plate in her arms, the water fowl meat on the plate was steaming, and the strong smell of meat was overflowing. However, at this time, her beautiful little face was so white with anger that her big black eyes were full of tears, she rushed to the side of the warrior, looked left and right, and could not find anything to take advantage of, picked up the wooden plate in her arms and threw it at the warrior.

The bird meat and bird oil on the plate were just out of the pot, hot as boiling, the samurai was careless for a while, was smashed squarely, suddenly, the face was splashed with a layer of rot, under the pain, the bottom of the hand was loosened, the old shopkeeper took advantage of the situation to struggle to the ground.

"Ahh The samurai held his face and howled like a ghost, his eyes seemed to be burned, and thick oil and water flowed from under the rotten eyelids.

The old shopkeeper was shocked, his mouth trembled, but he couldn't speak. Que Er was also scared in her heart, so she rushed to the old shopkeeper's side, hugged her grandfather and cried.

That Roshan didn't expect this to be such a scene, he didn't come back to his senses for a while, his fat hand grabbed the meat and put it in his mouth, his mung bean's big eyes turned around, and suddenly shouted: "Okay, dare to hurt my retainers!" Someone's coming, take it all with me! ”

"No." Several samurai, who had been impatient for a long time, rushed up, pulling and pulling, separating the old shopkeeper from Que'er, two of them holding the old shopkeeper and one carrying Que'er. Que Er dangled two little feet on the man's shoulders and kept shouting, "Grandpa, grandpa." ”

"Wait!"

At this moment, several soldiers eating wine in the corner got up, and one of the leaders walked quickly to the wine hall, hugged his fists towards Na Roshan and said: "In the past, Brother Que treated Mo Duwei well, and asked Mo Duwei's subordinates to be merciful. ”

"Love?"

Roshan smiled: "Haha, Que Meng's life is not good, and he died early." But if he doesn't die, how can I earn this captain? In this way, I have to miss the old feelings, well, don't worry, I am a nobleman now, how can a nobleman careless of human life? Tonight, I will marry his daughter. In this way, it can be regarded as helping the orphan and the weak for him. ”

"Captain Modu!" The leader of the soldiers turned cold and stepped forward.

"Get out of here!!"

Although Roshan was fat, his voice was very loud, and a loud shout shook people's ears and numb, and at this moment, his body burst out with a fierce momentum, which shocked the leader of the soldiers to retreat several steps, but he was unforgiving, snatched the sword from the hand of a warrior, took a few steps forward, and plunged a sword into the chest of the leader of the soldiers.

"In Chuiyundu, I am the king."

Blood spilled from the chest and mouth of the leader of the soldiers, dripping down the blade of the sword, staining the clean floor red. The leader of the soldiers pressed his chest and fell straight back, staring at him with dead eyes.

There was silence in the wine shop, and the soldier who was about to stride out sat down softly, and the rest of the people bowed their heads, while the remaining soldiers looked angry, but they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and even the snoring of the rough drinker was weakened.

"Poof."

At the same time, the bowl in the hand of the young nobleman who had been drinking with his head down cracked, and the wine leaked from between his fingers, and he raised his dark yellow face and looked faintly at Roshan, who was struggling out with a big sword, and Que'er, who was struggling on the samurai's shoulders.

Que Er stopped crying, biting her lip and desperately hammering the samurai's head with her fist, but her strength was too small to hurt others at all, and her big tearful eyes were full of sadness and despair.

"Hou Zi, a newly promoted baron of the seventh rank." The knight beside him said coldly.

"Well, kill it." The young nobleman looked at Que Er's eyes and said softly, his voice was actually very gentle.

"No!"

More than a dozen knights burst into flames in an instant, they seemed to be a group of beasts out of the cage, and like a strong hurricane, everything was crushed along the way, and the samurai who rushed to meet were their opponents, but in a few breaths, a few human heads fell and rolled on the ground.

Roshan had a brute force, wielding an iron sword and slashing indiscriminately, but he could not escape the fate of death, he was stabbed a sword from behind by a majestic knight, and the sword was directly inserted into his stomach from the neck, and the blood gushed out, because it was too hasty, when the knight drew his sword, it brought up a tide of blood, and made the knight's face as hideous as a ghost.

Maybe it was because he was too fat, but Roshan was not dead for a while, like a meat worm spasmodizing on the ground, staring at the young nobleman in the corner, and the blood in his mouth was spraying like bubbles.

"Bring it here."

"No."

The majestic knight dragged Roshan towards the young nobleman, leaving a terrifying trail of blood on the ground, like soaking a broom in blood and then using it to sweep the floor.

Everyone was stunned, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

The young nobleman looked at Roshan coldly, and slowly shook his head: "Da Chu, there is a royal law, Da Chu, not a barbarian." You are murderous and reckless, and you deserve this reward. As he spoke, he glanced over in disgust to the flowerbed outside the canopy.

Violet orchids in the sun, soft and small.

"Crunch." With a slight crunch, the majestic knight broke Roshan's broken neck. Murderers are always killed, perhaps, before they kill, they never imagined that they would also die, and the scene at that time, whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, could only curl up in a pool of blood like a dead dog.

"Shhh

Roshan just fell, no, to be precise, it should be the majestic knight who just broke his neck, and the rough drinker who had been lying on the desk and was sleeping moved, and when he moved, the cold light shot out, forcing people to open their eyes, and when the cold light appeared, the rough drinker stepped on the low case and held the sword, and crashed towards the young nobleman.

The tip of the sword, pointing directly at the vest of the young nobleman.

"Boom, sss

Seeing that the young nobleman was about to die under this sword, a strange change protruded, and a thin knight came first, and when he and Qianjun made a shot, he raised his sword to hold the sword of the rough drinker, and the two swords were handed over, pulling up a burst of sparks, and the drinker was crooked, and at the same time, the majestic knight backhanded a sword and inserted it into the throat of the rough drinker.

"Smack."

The rough drinker fell on Roshan's body.

The young nobleman turned his head slowly, and looked indifferently at the unwilling eyes of the rough drinker: "I really want to ask, who sent you, you are so stupid, how can someone spit on the ground while drinking?" He pointed to the liquor case not far away, and the wet puddle under it.

"Ugh."

The gruff drinker turned his bloody neck as if to look at the ground where he was exposed, but the reality was cruel, and his neck was only halfway turned before hanging limply on Roshan's back.

The two murderers, who intended to kill, are dead.

The blood stained the humble wine shop, the drinkers got up quietly and left quietly, the old shopkeeper sat on the ground, looking at the blood all over the ground in extreme fear, Que Er's clothes were disheveled, her hair was scattered on her face, and she looked at the young nobleman in horror, she was trembling all over, but there was an inexplicable feeling in her heart, she couldn't tell what it was, faintly, there was a bouquet of flowers blooming in an instant.

"Chu Wu." The young nobleman walked towards Que'er, and he kept looking her in the eye without blinking.

"Que, Que'er."

Que Er was like a frightened little white rabbit, she looked at his outstretched hand in a daze, hesitating. After a while, she bit her lip and held out her hand tremblingly.

Chu Wu pulled her up with a slight force.

"Hoof it, hoof it."

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from afar, and a group of fierce knights rode towards the wine shop on their sturdy horses, and the leading knight held a large banner embroidered with a fiery phoenix soaring in lightning.

Thundercloud Blood Phoenix Banner.