When Liyang Ling heard it, this kid still wanted to pick my official skin? I'm cǎo! It's really the world's bigest, and there are no surprises! Lao Tzu let you out, don't talk about the lord, don't talk about Zuo Shu Changying, it's me, and I don't have the face to mix in Liyang City, and I will be laughed to death by others when I laugh. Lao Tzu helped to help become the enemy of the ganged people, is it really his grandmother's ridiculous world? The more Liyang Ling thought about it, the more angry his heart became, so he glared at Fu Xing coldly, and laughed with a quack: "Sue me, right?" said a public case: "Although I am only a ninth-class lord, I have the right to control you, and I can punish you for your crimes and carry out your punishment!" Do you want to peel off my official skin? Do your daydreaming! "Phew!" A mouthful of phlegm spit out of Fu Xing's mouth and spit directly onto Liyang Ling's face. With this vicious phlegm, there was also Fu Xing's scolding: "Punish Lao Tzu? You're not Zongzhengfu? The six sins you convicted are all. If you commit a crime in the hands of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can do whatever he wants, and condemn you to ten or eight crimes. I'm cǎo! Li Yang Ling couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly jumped up from the seat: "Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil?" Aren't you the fucking fifth child of a big family? Lao Tzu will let you see, Lao Tzu's six sins according to the law, is it? Come! "Yes!" Two samurai arrived. Fu Xing didn't care at all, his mouth was not soft, and he said hatefully: "I'm cǎo! The hairs on my body are counted. If I lose a single hair on my body, Zongzheng Mansion will come and ask for your head! "Really?" Liyang Ling Quack laughed: "I want to see who wants whose head?" Fuxing, Lao Tzu asked again: Do you plead guilty or not? If you don't recognize it, today is the auspicious time when your head will fall to the ground. Boy, this is your last chance! ”

The assistant pavilion chief didn't care if he could speak anymore, he was afraid that if it was too late, his cousin's head would have to move. So, as soon as Liyangling's voice fell, he grabbed it: "Confess, confess!" I'll confess his sins on his father's behalf! Lord Liyang Ling, please see that he is young, dusk, and ignorant, lock him up first, and wait for me to call his father here, and then talk! Okay, huh? ”

Liyang Ling said that the head of Fuxing fell to the ground, but in fact, he rushed here in a hurry. His original intention was to scare this bastard boy who didn't know the height of the sky, as long as this bastard told him to forgive and admit his mistake in front of Zuo Shu Changying, he could take the opportunity to punish him slightly, and then let this bastard go. In this way, all three parties can make sense. I don't know what to do, I don't even give Lao Tzu face, and I still put Lao Tzu on Lao Kan. Now that someone has come out to speak, he still followed Zuo Shu Chang Yan to the people, this is not just a good step, and if you don't take this opportunity to come down, when will you wait. Liyang Ling thought of this and was about to agree.

Who knows, the mad dog of Fuxing can't recognize people clearly, so he opens his mouth and bites: "Get out!" A little pavilion chief of your grandmother, he doesn't even have the identity of a nobleman, why should he come to replace my father and help the master admit his mistake? Master, how can I admit my mistake in front of you and others? Liyang Ling, you are a dog, if you don't let my head fall to the ground today, it's not a thing? Master, if I blink in front of you, I won't be a child or grandchild of the auxiliary family? I'm cǎo you dusk! ”

"It's the other way around, it's the other way around? Lao Tzu has not seen such a thing. Cut it for me! Liyang Ling was so angry that he slapped the public security again and again, and ordered angrily. Fu Xing looked at the angry Liyang Ling, and laughed proudly. Laughing and laughing, he took another mouthful of thick phlegm to Liyang Ling, and after being dodged by Liyang Ling, who had already prepared, he hummed proudly: "Come on!" Eighteen years later, Lao Tzu will come to you again to settle accounts! The two samurai had never cut off such a noble head, and they were still hesitant, and the two of them wanted to press Fuxing to the ground and kneel, and then swing their knives and cut off their heads according to the rules. But this Fuxing has been straightening his body upright, and the two of them can't press down if they use little force; Hit hard, and be afraid.

This delay made the angry Liyang Ling furious, pulled out his sword, pounced, waved his sword, snorted, clicked, poof, the blade cut the flesh and bones three times backwards, and the high head fell to the ground with a bang after the last pop. The proud and noble head, after landing on the ground, rolled a few times before stopping. When he stopped, Fu Xing's arrogant eyes opened in surprise and surprise! The lips that had been pursed proudly and arrogantly seemed to be still scolding, trembling. Knowing that after the head fell to the ground, Fu Xing, who was held by two samurai, suddenly spurted out powerful blood like a mountain spring on his empty neck. This fountain of blood sprayed onto the roof at once, frightening the two warriors' hands to loosen, and Fu Xing's headless body fell to the ground in the direction of Gongsun Ying's seat. It didn't matter, but the blood arrows that spurted out of his blood cavity squirted onto the faces and bodies of Gongsun Martingale and the assistant pavilion chief, dyeing the entire Gongtai bright red, and a strong smell of blood suddenly filled the whole house.

When the two warriors saw that the blood in Fuxing's cavity had sprayed onto Zuo Shu's body, they were frightened, so they hurriedly bent down again and clamped Fuxing's body from the ground. It doesn't matter if you hold it, the blood in the neck cavity, although it can't spray Zuo Shu martingale, is still gurgling out, and soon the two samurai are also dyed bloody, which makes people look particularly terrifying. Gongsun Ying and Fu Pavilion Chief were both people who saw someone kill for the first time. Psychologically, only Gongsun Martingale can afford it. The chief of the auxiliary pavilion was already pale, and he couldn't see or hear anything on the seat, and the whole person was only trembling on the seat.

Gongsun Ying didn't move on the seat, and even Fuxing's blood sprayed on his face, just wiped it lightly with the sleeve of his robe, as if nothing had happened, and he looked at the people in front of him on the seat.

Liyang Ling was also like a person who was fine, kicked Fu Xing's corpse with his foot, and scolded: "Lao Tzu still thought that the braincase of the nobles was harder than the braincase of Qianshou, but it turned out that the fuck was the same, and Lao Tzu used great strength to harm him in vain." As he spoke, he waved his hand and shouted for the two samurai to drag away the corpse, calling for someone to come in and scrub the blood from the ground. Gongsun Ying really couldn't imagine that these nobles would be so stubborn? It's so easy to kill? Is it so scary? The chief of the auxiliary pavilion stood up with a pale face, and after staggering to ask for water from Liyang Ling, he drank it while looking at the murderous god, and his legs trembled. After Liyang Ling handed over the water, he smiled at Gongsun Martingale and said, "Lord Martingale! I wonder if the adults are satisfied with this matter? ”