Pretending to be a slap in the face?

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Zhao Wushuang took a slight step, and the figure of the whole person was like smoke, which was unpredictable. In just an instant, he directly crossed the distance of more than ten meters. He stood next to the restaurant steward who had been knocked to the ground and was spitting blood.

Syllable.

Dropped a pengot of gold.

"The stewards have suffered. Take this gold and go to the doctor to take a look, and leave it to me here. ”

After all, people were injured in order to prevent this Egro from disturbing his eating, so he naturally had to show something.

Zhao Wushuang stood calmly among the more than twenty strong men with bulging muscles, looking really like a white-clothed scholar who was powerless. It's very pitiful.

Egroh laughed, "You damn pariah. Dare to wear the clothes of the previous dynasty to swagger through the market? It seems that you also have a small fortune, believe it or not, I will ruin your family with a word? After all, it's my world! The Han people are all sheep, hahaha. ”

Zhao Wushuang was expressionless, and he was just about to make a move. Suddenly, a clear voice came through the door.

"Don't be so deceitful, Egro! What is the world full of people? This is the world of the Qing Dynasty and the world of China. Why do you speak the language of sheep? ”

The voice sounded quite righteous. Zhao Wushuang stopped his movements and waited to see what happened.

As soon as Egro heard this voice, his face suddenly changed, and his expression became even more hideous. Suddenly turned his head to stare at the door.

I saw a young man dressed as a Manchu nobleman walk in.

"Oh?" Zhao Wushuang was a little surprised. If you look closely, this young man who came in later is actually a little similar to Egro, but he has a little more elegant temperament.

Egro snorted coldly: "Nalan Wenchu, your heart has been completely sinicized, a person who can't speak Manchu is not worthy of being a Manchu nobleman at all!" And you are a younger brother, what qualifications do you have to teach me an older brother? Don't you know that the young and the old are orderly? ”

It turned out that this elegant young man who walked in was called Nalan Wenchu, and his name was indeed more elegant. Speaking of which, this arrogant Manchu nobleman should be called Nalan Egro.

Nalan Wenchu was not angry, but smiled faintly: "Egro, we are full of people who do not have such a thing as being orderly. Whoever is strong is the leader! You are questioning me like this, are you not using the culture of the Han people? What's more, in my heart, there is no distinction between Manchu and Han, only the distinction between the moths of the country and the heroes. We are all Chinese! ”

Hearing this, Zhao Wushuang's heart suddenly shook.

He didn't expect that in this era, a Manchu nobleman would have such an opinion!

But think about it, it has been more than 200 years since the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs. Many people may have been completely sinicized, and they can't even speak Manchu. Such a person, what do you think he should count?

What's more, in the later life before Zhao Wushuang crossed over, the Chinese nation was integrated. In fact, there is no distinction between Manchu and Han for a long time.

Over the years, whether it is the rain of bullets, or the suppression of the indigenous people of India, or the slaughter and killing of Indonesian black-skinned monkeys. Zhao Wushuang's horizons and mind have broadened a lot.

He suddenly felt even more that the Manchus and the Manchus really could not be confused.

The Manchus were indeed very evil, those nobles and royal high-ranking people who were full of brains and had no enterprising spirit. It has brought a very miserable disaster to an incomparably powerful nation and country, and has opened up two hundred years of darkness and turmoil......

Therefore, when Zhao Wushuang arrives, he will be ruthless to such a person and the culprit!

Kill them all, not one of them will be left!

But...... There are more than 10 million Manchus, should they all die? I don't see it.

For example, the Nalan Wenchu in front of him is actually a member of the Chinese nation......

"Well, it seems that there are good people among the Manchus. It seems that in some places, it is also necessary to distinguish more. Zhao Wushuang thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, Nalan Wenchu and Egro had been arguing for a while. In the end, Egro became angry and ordered: "Dorol, you come out in five people, and help Ama teach this damn guy who has become a Han from his bones!" Others, kill this Han man who dares to wear the clothes of the previous dynasty! ”

"Yes!"

More than 20 strong men in the army were divided into two teams, preparing to attack Zhao Wushuang and Nanlan Wenchu respectively.

Zhao Wushuang was calm, but Nalan Wenchu looked very nervous, subconsciously took a few steps back, and was arrogant: "Egro, what are you going to do!?" The gentleman does not move his hands. What's more, you and I are both sons of the Prime Minister's family, why did you do it to me? ”

And he didn't seem to forget Zhao Wushuang's situation, turned his head and said: "This brother, it's really a little inappropriate for you to wear the clothes of the previous dynasty, but I don't think it's anything." The Hanfu is dignified and dignified, and it is indeed much better than the traditional clothing of the Manchus. But such a swagger, once seen by people with a small amount of energy, it will inevitably ......"

"Shut up!"

Egro yelled: "Brother Changlu, give me a palm." Today is a lesson for this unfilial brother. ”

"Yes!"

A strong Eight Banner warrior raised his right hand the size of a fan and aimed it at Nalan Wenchu's face and slapped it.

He was weak, so he could only close his eyes tightly! Prepare to take this blow hard.

At this moment, the middle finger of Zhao Wushuang's right hand flexed up, clasped it with his thumb, and then flicked it suddenly!!

The tremendous force compressed the air at the fingertips, and then it was ejected in one fell swoop.

Bang.

It seems to be an invisible bullet volleying out of the air. Draw a transparent trail in the air.

In an instant, he hit the right hand of the Eight Banners warrior named Ge Changlu.

Poof.

The powerful force instantly pierced through the flesh and blood. A strange flower of blood and flesh blooms!

"Ah!! My hands, my hands. ”

Ge Changlu let out a scream of pain, quickly retracted his right hand, and squeezed his wrist tightly with his left hand. Looking at the egg-sized one in the palm of his right hand, passing through the blood hole in the palm and back of the palm, the face of this strong man known as the Eight Banners Samurai changed.

The most terrifying part is that he didn't see exactly how the enemy did it.

Seeing this, he exclaimed, "Musket! Muskets for sure. Okay, this damn Han man carries a musket privately. Kill him, kill him for me. Arrest Nalan Wenchu back to the Prime Minister's Mansion and lock him up for a day of starvation! ”

Zhao Wushuang laughed: "Fools, do I understand this by flicking my fingers?" It's not the same as a musket! Come and see what you need. (First Update.) (To be continued.) )