The two sat opposite each other, looking at each other, Mrs. Qian was a woman who came out to do business and mixed in the scene, and she was not afraid of looking at each other with men. In the sound of the rain, there seemed to be some other sound coming in, as if it were the sound of a crowd.

When there are many people in the city, all kinds of noises will appear, and everyone is used to it. There are so many refugees, and all kinds of security problems will occur, sometimes the locals bully the refugees, and sometimes the refugees bully the locals.

Those who keep to themselves are the most disadvantaged groups in this trend. Either a female dependent was humiliated, or her property was lost, and often people went to the yamen to seek justice to no avail, and then cried in the streets, and then attracted the support of many people, and then there was no follow-up.

In contrast, the news that outsiders are being oppressed by locals is more selling point and can attract more attention. In short, there is no time to stop on the street now, and Xu is asking for an explanation of who and what losses he has suffered. It's just that this time it's a bit close, and on this street, the probability of this kind of thing happening is relatively low.

After being silent for some time, Mrs. Qian seemed to want to say something, but before she could make a sound, the voice outside suddenly became louder, and even a woman's screams came in.

Mrs. Qian frowned, and wanted to tell the woman to expel the person, but at this moment, the door of the teahouse was suddenly pushed open, and the shopkeeper of the teahouse broke in from the outside, and said with a panicked face: "County ...... Madam, the big thing is not good, the disaster outside has changed, and they are smashing the store and grabbing things. Seeing that he was coming this way, he asked his wife to hide and hide, so as not to be frightened. ”

Has it finally reached the point of snatching things? Yang Chengzu had a hunch that under the premise of not controlling it, this kind of thing would definitely happen, it was just a matter of time. He pulled out his knife and stepped forward and said, "Madame, don't worry, I will protect you to kill you, and Madame will be safe and sound." ”

Out of nowhere, four sturdy men had already appeared, all with weapons in their hands, obviously all of whom were Madame Qian's guards. The mother-in-law took Mrs. Qian's hand, as a personal attendant, and the group of six people was not surprised, and when they got out of this elegant room, they walked downstairs.

But as soon as they reached the entrance of the building, the door of another private room was suddenly pushed open, and several large men rushed out of the room. The person at the head is forty years away, and he is polite and polite, as if he is a scholar who has fallen to the ground. It's just a scholar who has landed on the ground, and he definitely doesn't hold a slave bow in his hand.

With a muffled sound, a crossbow arrow had been shot at Mrs. Qian, and a man who saw the danger did not think much about it, and stepped forward to protect Mrs. Qian, and then the guard was like being hit by a crazy bull, and the person fell backwards and fell to the ground weakly.

At the same time, the few people who had been killed after the scholar had already drawn their weapons and rushed towards Mrs. Qian's side, colliding with Mrs. Qian's guards, and the clean tea room suddenly became a Shura slaughterhouse!

The people brought by Mrs. Qian were not mediocre, and after they began to be attacked, the others immediately reacted. The woman raised her hand, and the scholar with the slave bow fell to the ground screaming before the second crossbow arrow could be wound. Several men behind him rushed up with weapons in hand, two guards on this side met them, and the others rushed downstairs.

"Don't let her run!" I don't know who shouted, in the direction of the hall on the first floor, a few people were also killed, two of them still had bows in their hands, shooting arrows at it, the only remaining guard was hit by an arrow, but he jumped down the stairs with a roar, and pounced directly in front of an archer, and killed the archer with a knife.

Now the rest of Mrs. Qian's side is Yang Chengzu, the mother-in-law, and the shopkeeper here. The shopkeeper is not a martial artist, and there is nothing he can do about this kind of scene, so he can only call people loudly. Yang Chengzu grabbed Mrs. Qian's hand and pulled her forward.

The woman seemed to know his intentions, and did not scold him, but guarded closely behind, and no one cared about the safety of the shopkeeper.

A big man like an iron tower, holding a big stick in his hand, stood guard at the door, and when he saw them rushing over, he raised the stick horizontally, as if he wanted to say something, but then he saw the muzzle of a black hole. He subconsciously flashed to the side, but felt a huge pain in his eyes, the big stick couldn't hold it and fell to the ground, and the person covered his eyes and fell to the ground wailing.

"Stupid, I don't have time to reload my gun now." Yang Chengzu muttered, he had already come to the door, and he didn't remove the latch, but just slashed down with a knife, and the latch was cut off, and the door opened. The mother-in-law took Mrs. Qian and rushed out of the door quickly, but saw a large number of people on the opposite side.

These people are ragged, covered in mud and water, and they look so dirty, but when they form a scale, they give people the feeling that they are terrible. There were hundreds of these people, most of them young and strong, some of them still had all kinds of things in their hands, and some of them had blood stains on their bodies, and you can think about what they were here for.

A few people who were about to smash the door were stunned by the changes here, and they didn't know what the situation was. Others smelled the smell of fat powder on Mrs. Qian's body, and their eyes began to look at her chest, waist, and legs......

The killers behind him had already chased after him with weapons, and all kinds of murder weapons emitted vicious killing intent, like the sharp teeth of a poisonous snake.

"Break them up for me, and reward each of them with five taels of silver and two buckets of rice." Suddenly, a voice sounded, it was a man's voice. Refugees and killers don't know each other's purpose, but they also know that for these things, the other party will definitely attack them.

Two arrows were fired from the tearoom, and two refugees fell to the ground before they exploded, and they flocked to the store in a frenzy, shouting "Kill them all, not one left!" Those who do not believe in childless old mothers are like beasts, and it is not a sin to kill them. ”

Confusion, chaos, order and sanity are gone, and only the jade hope of killing and destruction is left to support the action. From time to time, some people were knocked out or knocked to the ground, but others were indifferent at all, and just rushed forward without hesitation, destroying and killing them.

After Yang Chengzu shouted this voice, he pulled up Mrs. Qian and rushed out, his treasure knife was sharp, the woman was clever, and the two of them protected Mrs. Qian, like a small boat in the angry sea, rising and falling, and could be swallowed up at any time. The woman's hand was originally holding Mrs. Qian's hand, but in the chaos, it was swept away by the crowd, and Mrs. Qian screamed, which was the first time she really felt panicked.