While Yinchen was thinking wildly, Zhao Yu took three other friends to step out of the threshold of the "Good Luck Lai" restaurant, and passed by six other sturdy men in black robes. Zhao Yu's brows moved slightly, but he didn't stop or look back, and the six people didn't have the slightest intention of finding fault with him, and walked straight into the restaurant.

"Black Feather Army?" Zhao Yu frowned and walked to the Kangzhuang Road in the north of Pan Yang City, and the other three companions had already walked far away without noticing: "How could the people of the Black Feather Army enter a restaurant of this grade?" Zhao Yu felt more and more strange the more he thought about it, but when he looked up and saw the archers lined up neatly at the end of the Kangzhuang Road, he couldn't help but change his face.

He hurriedly transported the power. Intense band of blue-purple light like electricity erupted from the pores around him, forming a scorching and majestic aura of Gangfeng, and with a light tap under his feet, the whole person turned into a faint afterimage, and appeared in front of the three friends in an instant.

"Let's go!" he whispered, and the other three changed color, urging the wind to rush towards the end of the street that had not yet been cordoned off. The roar of "Officials and soldiers do business! Idle people and others disperse!" only then came from the group of archers: "Good people, stay at home, don't walk around, the officers and soldiers will do things! You won't accidentally hurt the good people!" Another roar came, but it had already fallen behind Zhao Yu and them.

At the same moment when Yinchen was thinking wildly and Zhao Yu crossed the threshold, a leather whip and an eleven-year-old boy's screams rang out almost in no particular order. The smile on Yinchen's face vanished, and he remembered what happened a year ago. As the keeper of the book, no one will punish him if the accounts are not wrong, so Yinchen has not been whipped for a year, which cannot be said to be uncelebrated. It's just that every time he hears the whip, Silver Dust reflexively reflexively lifts his face and recalls what happened to him.

At this time, the scene in the hall is simply a reproduction of what happened to me a year ago: the foreman's junior second was whipped to the ground by the younger one in the watchroom. The skin and flesh shrank into a ball like a stream of blood, but he didn't dare to make any sound anymore; the errant Runtang Xiaoer who made a mistake was whipped one whip after another by the Guantang Xiaoer, and every whip of the Guantang Xiaoer who was determined by the breeze could leave a deep wound on the body of the Runtang Xiaoer, who had almost no cultivation. This situation is almost exactly the same as today a year ago, the only difference is that at that time, the restaurant had not had time to recruit the second child, and it was just the shopkeeper's own hands.

Shopkeeper Xue is the fattest and most horizontal of the three little shopkeepers, and he is also the one who likes to bully the little two the most, a year ago, he picked up the whip and whipped the silver dust, and now, a similar scene is staged in front of his eyes. Shopkeeper Xue couldn't help but secretly raise his eyes to look at the counter, just when he saw Yinchen look away in disgust. Shopkeeper Xue laughed secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything, he couldn't afford to offend Yinchen who was a "god accounting room" now, otherwise his aunt and grandmother Zhang Yating would have to put him in the oil pot.

"Xiao Leng (the name of the second child in the hall), why didn't you kid eat today?!How do you teach people to lie on their stomachs? Where do the guests look? Do you want to cover up others under the noses of the guests?" The shopkeeper Xue howled in his gong-like voice, not noticing that several women at the tables around him frowned. Xiao Leng of the watchhall, who was reprimanded by him, first suddenly shuddered, and then his cheeks bulged, his eyes kicked, and the whip in his hand swung down with all his strength, and the blue and blue winds visible to the naked eye whistled and chased after the leather whip that turned into a remnant in the sky, and the steel knife fell down, cutting the fine copper wooden floor to shreds.

Inhuman screams echoed through the hall one after another, each screaming enough to tear the eardrums and liverwurps of any person of conscience. The second child is a child no matter what, a child who is only eleven years old.

Xiao Er's hands and feet were forcibly pulled off his body by the leather whip, there was no skin and flesh connected, the pelvis was completely shattered, and a lot of bone slag showed through the flesh and skin. A faint wind swirled around the guests at the nearby tables, blocking these "filth". The guests in the entire dining room put down their chopsticks and turned their heads to look at all this, and even some of the good people left their places and watched up close. Silver Dust returned to the high stool bored and disgusted, and a pair of eyes with delicate magic patterns swept through the dining room like cold lightning. He saw the faces of many people, there was not a trace of pity on these faces, it was all insensitivity and schadenfreude in the face of the suffering of the weak, as if every whip on poor Xiao Er's body could make these "distinguished guests" feel comfortable, and looking at Xiao Er's tragic death, it seemed that they could slightly satisfy the most primitive and savage ** in their hearts. At this time, Yinchen suddenly remembered Gabrieul 100,000 years ago recorded in the history books, where there used to be a place called Roman Dia, those so-called nobles liked to watch gladiatorial fights, watch slaves fight each other, and watch the pomp and circumstance of flesh and blood flowing all over the ground, one of them was named Sula, who especially liked to watch gladiatorial fights during meals, and watched how a strong man cut off the head of another.

"Aren't these people in front of you the same as those people?" said to Yinchen to himself, and before he knew it, the voice of the running hall had disappeared, forever.

Shopkeeper Xue looked at the soft meat on the ground with satisfaction that he couldn't tell what shape it was, looked at the little second in the hall who was so tired that his face turned pale, and looked at the foreman Xiao Er who had fallen to the ground and had fallen into a coma. He nodded with satisfaction, and then without hesitation, he stepped on the foreman on the ground.

"Ahh

Yinchen used to be the foreman Xiaoer, and he was once whipped by the shopkeeper Xue, and at this time, the shopkeeper Xue did this, the meaning is self-evident.

Yinchen didn't say anything about Shopkeeper Xue's behavior, and at this time his entire attention was focused on the table of guests closest to the door. It was six people, six men in the prime of life in black cloth robes. Yinchen watched the six of them nod to each other, watched them stand up at the same time, and watched them neatly aligned, which was exactly the rigid and rigid movements that only soldiers would have, and his pupils shrank sharply.

In the realm of silver dust, the killing intent on those six people was not hidden at all.

"Bang bang!" three rapid slaps caught everyone's attention. The young master who kicked over the table, that is, the guest who caused the whole whipping of Xiao Er, stood up slowly, he had a face as soft as a girl like silver dust, white face without beard, black hair combed into a straight bun, symbolizing official position, wearing a medium and luxurious silk robe, purple wide sleeves turned up a pure white bright edge, his hands were also white and slender. The handsome young man put down his hand, gently grabbed a white paper folding fan handed over by his servant, and shook it gracefully.

"Majestic, what a breeze. The man in the Chinese costume shook the paper fan while admiring in a strange manner: "Your Zhang family has been so gentle since it started a hundred years ago, and now even if it rolls out of the royal city and settles here, it is still so majestic...... Hey!" he chuckled.

"This guest officer, this young master, the ...... of the shop" The shopkeeper Xue's facial expression became faster than turning the book, and it didn't take half a second to change to a flattering face, and he smiled at the man in Chinese clothes in a low voice, but he didn't have time to finish his words.

"Tell Zhang Yun to get out!" The Washington man's face changed, and purple electric light rose from the paper fan in his hand, and a scorching wind swept to the face of the shopkeeper Xue with the fluttering paper fan, and with a sound that seemed to be a locomotive crashing into the air, the round body of the shopkeeper Xue rose into the air, and flew straight towards the counter, to be precise, towards the silver dust.

There was a crackling sound, and the body of the shopkeeper Xue knocked over seven or eight tables in a row, and the strong wind brought up knocked down more than a dozen guests in a row, making the floor of the small half of the dining room full of broken porcelain pieces of soup. Someone in the room filled the room with a scream, followed by the chilly sound of various weapons unsheathed.

Within seconds, the guests who had been knocked over and drenched in soup jumped up in annoyance, and three or five shiny swords were pointed at the Washington man and his two subordinates. The two loyal and uncultivated subordinates stood in front of the master without hesitation, and the man just shook the paper fan and sneered. The paper fan in his hand was still intact at this time.

"What are you doing? You don't want to eat a meal, you can go out, uncle, I still want to eat!" A rough voice overshadowed the chaotic sound in the dining room, and a middle-aged man covered in soup and extremely embarrassed slowly got up from the ground, bent down and picked up a large dark red axe that was also soaked in the soup residue, and the weight of that axe was estimated to have long exceeded the weight of Silver Dust.

"The officers and soldiers do things, and the idle people retreat, otherwise there will be no forgiveness. At this time, a majestic voice came from outside the door, and 30 indifferent men in armor and swords walked in guarding a middle-aged general wearing black chain mail and two long swords that were also pitch black at his waist, facing the dignified and majestic general. The distance taken by the general is the same in every step, not the slightest difference, and even the amplitude of the swing of his hands is exactly the same, and a resolute, capable, tough and reassuring military temperament exudes without reservation.

"Black Feather Army?" there were a few exclamations among the guests, and the black eagle feather decoration on the general's shoulder armor silently explained his identity, and he was also a captain (that is, captain) of the Black Feather Army, and the Black Feather Army, which was the most powerful army in the Northern Empire, was not one of them.

"Say it again! The officers and soldiers are doing business, and the idle people are waiting to retreat!" the general (let's call it that) made a slight voice, and before the words were finished, the guests in the room rushed to throw down their chopsticks and spoons, and squeezed towards the door.

"Rank and slow!" At this time, the man in the gorgeous costume raised a trace of vitality slightly, and his voice was clearly delivered to the ears of every guest: "Don't worry, don't crowd, line up and go out one by one!" Our Black Feather Army is here to arrest Zhang Yun and his family, who are important criminals in the imperial court, and will never embarrass the innocent and good people!" He said twice in a row before the people in the dining room quieted down, and at this time, the dining room was already controlled by thirty sword-wielding warriors and six mysterious figures in black shirts.

"Liu Dujun, you really dare to take risks this time!" At this time, a middle-aged man dressed as a general walked up to the man in a fancy costume and reached out and patted him on the shoulder very boldly: "That cloud ......"

"It's just a matter of ten times, don't worry about it, but General Nie, you have done a great favor this time, otherwise with the three or two kittens of our 'guard', you really can't surround such a long street! If you let people run away again this time, then the little brother can only sacrifice his own head!" said the man in Chinese clothes and bowed his hand slightly to General Nie.

"It's okay!" General Nie laughed, then turned around, his face became gloomy at once, and he shouted coldly: "Zhang Yunke?