The man on the horse, with a soldier's bun on his head, wearing soft scale armor, black sheathed boots on his feet, a green belt around his waist, and a black silver-tipped spear on the side of the horse.

The street was already crowded, and when the group of people rushed in, there was chaos.

It's like the ridiculous unspoken rules of the road, people let the bike, the bicycle let the car, the car let the big truck, and the big truck let the brand-name car. Obviously, human life is the heaviest, but somehow it is regarded as the lightest. Let's see, the poor man let the horse, and the man on the horse was still fierce, and felt that it was too slow, so he shouted on the spot.

"Those who stand in the way seek their own death!" After that, several long whips were waved indiscriminately, causing the people on both sides of the horse to scream miserably, and thus split a straight road to the Ping Medical Center.

Lan Sheng wanted to shout for the checkout hand to put down.

The people who stood in the way were all covered in blood, but they didn't dare to say a word. This is the imperial capital, and the king protects the nobles. If you want to survive, it's best to shut up and consider yourself unlucky.

When the group arrived at the gate of the Ping Medical Center, they did not dismount or enter the door, and one of them shouted, "I am the vanguard of the Black Panther Battalion, and I have come to ask the saint to move and see a doctor for the general." ”

"It's arrogant." Fruitless couldn't help but speak.

"The Black Panther Battalion is the second largest battalion of the Imperial Capital Shenlong Army, and it is still a sharp front team with strong troops and strong horses to kill the enemy without blinking, and it has the qualifications to be arrogant." "Holy Lady Iron Fan" replied.

"I don't think it's about killing the enemy without blinking, it's about bullying the weak." Lan Sheng smiled and looked back at the man. I didn't care about it just now, but at this time, I saw that the man was wearing a scholar's scarf, with a handful of dignified black beards, and a feather fan in his hand, a middle-aged and young uncle in his thirties.

Uncle Zhongqing and Lan Sheng looked at each other, and their eyes were not allowed, "Miss didn't hear it too." The other party is in a hurry to save people. The general of an army is as heavy as a mountain. If those weak people delay the time for treatment, who can afford it? ”

Lan Sheng's smile became more and more bewitching as the pair of mean phoenix eyes flickered. "If the general of an army does not have weak and small people to serve as soldiers, his life will be as light as a feather."

There are many reasonable people in the tea shop, and when they hear this, they secretly praise it in their hearts, and at the same time they sweat for Lan Sheng, and they all want middle-aged people to help those domineering knights speak, which is somewhat related.

But the middle-aged and young uncle didn't make any difficulty, his expression was calm, and he pursed his mouth tightly, unable to see what he was thinking.

Lan Sheng disagreed. Turn your head and continue to look at the other side.

After a while, there were many people in the door, three or four sword guards opened the way, and Yurui walked out behind.

Someone knelt on the ground with a trembling voice, "Holy Maiden, God bless all people." ”

One knelt, everyone followed, shouting one after another. In the blink of an eye, under the three-story human wall, the crow and crow knelt without leaking. Stretch your hands forward to the ground, palms facing up, don't dare to raise your head, don't dare to look at your eyes.

Lan Sheng also opened his eyes. I only felt that the little white flower sister who knelt with her that night was glorious at this time, holy and pure, and her smile was more beautiful than Guanyin Bodhisattva. Is this the effect of the undesecrated from a distance?

"Today there is a reason for what happened. Yurui can't see a doctor for everyone anymore, so let's go home. ”

Although separated by a street wide. Lan Sheng said Yurui so clearly that he could hear every word. It's not that she's loud, it's that it's too quiet. A sense of divine solemnity. What's even more convincing is that as soon as she said that everyone should go home, the people on the third floor and the outer three floors began to disperse, no one complained, not even a disappointed face, and soon there were many birds in front of the Ping Medical Center, only the arrogant team of arrogant horses.

"Holy Maiden of Mercy, come with us." The leader turned his back to Lan Sheng, but was very arrogant and rude.

Lan Sheng had already seen the attitude of the "uniformed" people in the imperial capital, but he didn't expect that the holy sister was actually treated similarly to her, so he couldn't help blurting out, "What is the origin of the general of the Black Panther Battalion, who dares to put on a stand against the holy woman?" ”

She seems to be asking herself, but in fact, she is talking to the young uncle, thinking that he will definitely answer all questions. But after waiting for a while, no one answered her. She looked sideways, but saw that the uncle's eyes were fixed on the door of the Ping Medical Center, not that he refused to answer, but that he didn't listen to her at all.

His eyes were so cold, Lan Sheng was stunned for a moment, so he only put half of his mind back to Yurui.

Although the invitation was not good, Yurui was kind, her smile was clear and sweet, and she said, "You don't have to pretend to be a member of the Black Panther Battalion, if someone is really sick, I will go with you." ”

What the?! Impersonated?! Lan Sheng stood up.

At the same time, the swordsman in front of Yurui drew his sword. They were only necessary protection, but immediately those knights immediately sharpened their spears in their hands, and every move was a killing move, wanting to take the other party's life.

The swordsmen's kung fu is not necessarily weak, but when good and evil collide suddenly, the evil spirit will generally be strong, and the enemy has an advantage in numbers, so they were beaten to pieces all at once, and they couldn't take care of Yurui's side.

Although there were a few girls behind Yurui, they would only pull her back to the door, screaming non-stop. So, a few young doctors in green robes rushed out, looking frightened, looking at the weak students, but they dared to stand up and protect Yurui.

The man who had just spoken for the leader jumped down, picked up a gun, and walked towards Yurui with murderous energy. He was very sure that he was bound to win, so after picking a young doctor, he slowed down the killing speed.

The Ping Medical Institute is not located in a downtown area, and Yurui sent all the people away, and no one can meddle in their affairs at this time. In the tea shop, I don't know when only Lan Sheng was left, and there was no fruit and the middle-aged and young uncle.

"To no avail, go." Lan Sheng squinted.

To no avail.

"If something happens to her in front of you and me, we will really eat rice." Let no fruit shoot, trying to eat three full meals a day. I'm afraid she won't be able to grow, right?

Wuguo immediately thought that he still had to grow his body, and his body turned around with his thoughts, and he went out of the body for a few feet, and after a few ups and downs, he reached the head of the knight, and his right hand turned out an orange light and stabbed at his vest. The man was not a mediocre martial artist, and he felt that there was someone behind him, so he turned around and raised his spear to block it.

The orange light froze, revealing a sword three fingers wide with an arm length, and a dazzling gold thread on the sword, which was not strange.

The man didn't care, he just felt that he was young and was looking for death, but he sneered, "The kid hasn't been weaned yet, and he dares to compete with his grandfather." Grandpa, when I used to grill people as meat skewers, you probably weren't born. ”

The sharp spear was shocked, and when he saw the fruitless orange sword being recovered, the man grinned with joy, and his hands made another move to kill the soul, and the head of the spear drilled through the autumn wind and pierced the fruitless throat.

Nothing happened, and the orange sword stood in front of the throat, and the tip of the spear was actually arrested.

The man was stunned. Only then did I realize that the gold thread on the kid's sword was actually composed of gold discs, which would flip when strung on the filament. The tip of his gun was just right for the spinning semicircular hole to snap tight.

He scolded, "Little bastard. I thought that I could scare the master with a strange sword-" Before he finished speaking, he saw the hand holding the sword flick down, and the sword whirled on the tip of his spear.

He looked at the orange wheel, and was secretly laughing at the other party's blindness, glaring to find that the young man who was facing him on the other side of the sword was gone, and then a hand stretched out from below, and the orange wheel turned vertically into a horizontal rotation, and his left leg hurt so much, and the whole person lost his balance. Look up to the sky and fall down.

Strange, he could see the killing move, but he didn't know how to avoid it. After falling to the ground, he stretched out his arms, and saw that he was still standing there on one leg, gurgling blood, and his eyes immediately bulged out, and he let out a scream like killing a pig, and rolled on the spot.

Ignore the man. Walked straight to Yurui to protect it, the tip of the sword slanted down, and a bitter face turned into a demon face, rolling his eyes to look at the enemy. Chilly air.

When the knights saw that the head had been cut off by the bitter gourd-faced young man's leg in one move, they began to panic, but they all glanced in a certain direction. The spearhead regained its steady, still concentrating on the swordsman. Their guns made them no worse than the man with the broken leg. It's just that he encountered the fruitless result of his first sword, and he didn't know how to rise and fall in his hands.

Yurui's face was anxious. Said a word to the fruitless.

"What does the young lady think the saint is talking about?" The young uncle in the tea shop still didn't scare away.

Lan Sheng hung his sleeves at his side and didn't look back, as if he was only focusing on the chaos on the other side, and replied, "She's talking about not hurting people's lives." ”

"Mademoiselle and the saint are friends, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent his own sword guard, and he wouldn't have known her so well. The voice seemed to be separated by several tables.

"No, she and I are definitely not friends, and we have only met twice today." Lan Sheng's posture of watching the battle did not change.

The steps were silent, the woman was already approaching, the young uncle held a dagger in his right hand, and his voice remained slightly farther away, "Since I am not familiar, the young lady is kind and helpful to others-" The tone turned sharply, looking at the three needles on her chest in disbelief, her body was shaky, "...... You ......"

He wanted to use this woman to blackmail the merciful one, and exchange herself for the peace of the innocent.

Lan Sheng, who took a step to make a move, raised his eyes, his delicate but not gorgeous face was engraved with cold compress, and a smile was bright. Take two steps back, hold a small mirror, and fix your hair at it. She is the only one left in the world, and she can live well, this is her own law of survival.

The middle-aged and young uncle, who was getting darker and darker in front of him, felt that his posture was very charming, and secretly scolded himself for being useless, and a wave of anger forced him to pinch her neck. He thought, it's just a woman—

A foot kicked him head-on, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and his eyes were almost white, but her smiling face was very bright in his blurred vision.

"Take a break." She stomped on him with that foot and slapped him twice, "If you don't die, remember not to bully women in the future." ”

It's a pity that there are flowers not there, otherwise she doesn't have to do it herself, she is a civilized person.

He didn't feel any pain anymore, only that he was suffering the greatest humiliation of his life, and he almost gritted a bite of steel teeth, "If I don't die, you-" fainted.

Lan Sheng moved the man to the railing and hung it, took a large tea bowl, smashed it and aimed it at his neck with a crack, and shouted to the opposite side, "Riders, all put down their weapons, raise their hands above their heads and lie on the ground, otherwise I want his life." ”

This person did not leave in the chaos, and kept keeping an eye on the battle situation, no matter how dull she was, she felt strange. Looking at him through the mirror, the action of pulling out the dagger and approaching quietly fell into his eyes. She doesn't know martial arts, but she is an orphan who is not easy to mess with, and her physical fitness has begun to become sensitive under the planned exercise. And I was forced to sing that night, and I was even more determined to learn from Youhua and carry a "sewing kit" with me in case of emergency, but I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

When those who pretended to be soldiers saw this, they almost shouted in unison, full of righteousness.

Lan Sheng thought that they would surrender obediently, but he didn't expect that the weapon was not released and he didn't lie down, so he got on the horse at once, took the guy with the little legs, and ran away-

Pink is full of 45 votes, so it's a double change today.

This is the first update, and the three thousand words begin.

The second watch will be late, around 10 o'clock in the evening-

Recommend my friend Linglongxiu's work "Yutang Golden Gate", ISBN 3093429, a modern woman who does her own thing, and the life story of the most disciplined scholarly family in ancient times.

Well-how to live? If you're curious, let's take a look. (To be continued......)