Chapter 75: The Moon is Black and the Wind is High Murderous Night

As the saying goes, the moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing.

Wu Laosi has always been unimpressed with this, the brothel of the Qinglou, isn't that just for the night? What's more, Longquan Town is just such a place, and it is very peaceful. The biggest bastard, that is, the ghost is worried. When you meet a ghost, you can take a detour.

It's just that tonight's beating broke his previous cognition.

After drinking some flower wine and getting slightly drunk, he walked to the alleyway of the main street, and was covered with a sack from behind, and then he was beaten for a while.

As soon as he was trapped, he began to prepare to shout for help. However, the strongman locked his throat.

It's strange to say, as soon as he was locked in his throat, he lost his voice in an instant.

Immediately afterward, the strongman tugged twice on his arms and legs.

The technique is very fast, accurate and ruthless.

After a while, Wu Laosi's arms and legs seemed to be no longer his own, and he couldn't use half of his strength.

He felt that he was like a chicken that had been trapped, struggling desperately, but to no avail, he could only be obediently stolen by the chicken thief and do whatever he wanted.

Can't call for help, can't resist!

It was too uncomfortable, and he was sure that it wouldn't be the hand of a bastard like the ghost. With this kind of strength and accuracy, he must be a Jianghu man who knows martial arts.

After a few slaps in the face on him, the strongman stopped.

"Woo woo......" Wu Laosi cried. Of course, he didn't want to cry, he just wanted to greet the eighteenth generation of strongman ancestors. This crying is just a natural reaction of the body after being beaten.

"Li Jinghua is also what you can ask to marry? Don't pee or look in the mirror. If you dare to ask for a kiss again, the old man and the son will beat you to death! ”

The strongman's voice sounded like that of a teenager...... Although the voice was crisp, the killing intent in the words couldn't be concealed.

"Woo woo...... "Don't dare to ask for marriage!"

He, mother, of! It's a game made by a competitor who wants to marry Li Jinghua!

Wu Laosi thought hatefully: Which turtle bastard is it!? Mother, help!

Poor and helpless Wu Laosi lay on the bluestone slab all night, unable to move, unable to shout, and could only curl up in the sack like a worm - it was too cold!

Even the old man passed by the main street, and he didn't notice him lying in the alley.

It wasn't until the next morning that people found the poor and helpless, cold and pale-faced Wu Laosi.

When Wu Laosi was carried by his family to Dr. Hu's pharmacy and was rescued and woken up, the old mother who cried tears and turned her nose back, asked with red eyes: "Fourth, who are you making a grudge with, and you want to be so ruthless!" ”

"Mother, I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again...... Wu Laosi howled, and then reacted: "Mother, did the matchmaker go to the cyclamen?" ”

"Just go."

"Stop it!" Wu Laosi thought of the feeling of lying in the alley all night, frozen by the cold wind, and couldn't help but shudder: "Zhao Quan, don't you run to stop the matchmaker for me!" ”

"Matchmaker? Why? ”

"What do you ask? Hurry up! If you delay any longer, my life will be gone, and you will not do your errands, but go home and farm!" ”

"Let's go." The family answered and immediately ran away.

"Son, why is that? In the autumn exam in the county next year, you will definitely win! After marrying Li Jinghua, the initial career was much smoother. ”

The feeling of not being able to survive and not being able to die, I can't stand it anymore! Wu Laosi turned his head to look at his old mother, and his eyes were filled with tears: "Mother, Li Jinghua can't get married." The silver that should be counted should be counted in advance. ”

The news that Wu Laosi was beaten by a competitor who asked to marry Li Jinghua quickly spread.

As a result, on this day, there were significantly fewer matchmakers in the upper cyclamen.

Naturally, more people don't care - they don't go out at night like Wu Laosi, what are they afraid of being beaten?