"Where is this, how could I be here?" Lu Qingqing was puzzled, and he couldn't figure it out even if he wanted to.

The only thing that was certain was that she was hungry and had some scraps of silver in her pocket to spend.

Lu Qingqing called the shopkeeper with a stomach full of questions, but in the end he didn't ask anything, just ordered some food to eat, the taste was light, and there was only one meat dish.

As she pondered, she looked around and noticed a man sitting at the table opposite, looking majestic and awe-inspiring, dressed in clean white clothes and equipped with a snow-white sword.

This man in white attracted Lu Qingqing at once, and it was really difficult not to pay attention.

What attracted Lu Qingqing was not only the other party's appearance, but also the other party's looks. The other party seems to be the same as her, and is also very confused.

"Doesn't he know who he is?" Lu Qingqing thought secretly.

The meals were served one after another, and Lu Qingqing began to eat, at least to fill his stomach first. During the meal, she had an inexplicable idea in her heart, and she didn't want the young man in white on the other side to leave. This kind of thought is inexplicable even to herself.

Halfway through the meal, the door of the restaurant was suddenly kicked open, and the wind outside poured in, blowing the wind and sand into the house, staining many people's food.

In the dim red twilight, a few figures were cut out and printed on the old floor of the restaurant.

The people in the restaurant were startled and looked at the door, only to feel that the person who came was not good. There were at least five people standing in front of the door, and it was not known how many there were outside.

The people who came were all with guys, with a reckless aura on their bodies, and there were many scars on the exposed skin, and they were obviously ruthless characters who had experienced a hundred battles.

The well-informed people recognized it, and the few people who came were a group of well-known gangsters, who were running around committing crimes, and they had long been wanted by the government. The leader of the rogue is nicknamed "Three Knives Don't Leave Lives", because he rarely kills more than three knives, and can often cut people under the knife within three knives.

Sandao didn't spare his life and glanced around coldly, and then said to the hoarse voice: "The shopkeeper comes here to talk!"

There was a scar on his throat, because the throat had been injured and affected his speech. The eerie emphasis is very uncomfortable and dangerously stressful.

The shopkeeper was not bad, he stepped forward hard, hugged his fists and said: "A few guest officers are invited, although the small shop is small, it is complete, and it is guaranteed to let a few people eat and drink well." ”

"Yes, your shopkeeper is sensible and understands personnel. I might as well tell you directly, the brothers came over today, not only to eat, but also to borrow a little from you, not much, one hundred taels is enough. ”

"One hundred taels?" the shopkeeper's face changed greatly, "The small shop has a small profit, but it can't afford to pay so much money." ”

"If you can't take it out, it's looking down on the brothers, but don't blame me for being rude, be careful that I burn down your restaurant with a fire and cut off your financial route!"

"The guest officer is angry, the guest officer is angry, everything is easy to discuss, I can't take out a hundred taels, it's okay to be less, just be accommodating." ”

"I can be accommodating, but the knife in my hand may not agree!"

Sandao did not spare his life and had a vicious attitude, and raised the saber on his body, but the knife was not yet unsheathed, and it was directly put on the neck of the shopkeeper with a scabbard.

The noisy restaurant has become much quieter now, and the people who eat are wise to protect themselves, which is also an understandable choice. Not everyone has the ability and courage to fight against injustice.

This area is a traffic artery, there are a lot of people coming and going, and it is more than ten miles away from the nearest town. By the time the yamen slowly sent people over, the rogues had already slipped away.

The shopkeeper just wanted to lose his wealth and avoid disasters, and begged for mercy from the rogues, but begging for mercy could not impress these rogues, and the hearts of these people were already as hard as iron stone.

Just as the shopkeeper was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, a large hand grabbed him by the shoulder from behind, stopped him from moving, and pulled him backwards.

When the shopkeeper turned around, he saw the side face of a young man in white. When did they enter the store? I can't remember. It seems that there is such a person in the store.

The young man in white had a grim expression, staring at the three knives with a sharp gaze and sparing no life.

Sandao raised his eyebrows without sparing his life, and said in a loud voice: "What, do you still want to support this store?"

"I'm just here to ask, why did you force this shop to give you a hundred taels of silver?" the young man in white asked coldly.

"With the knife in my hand!"

"Okay, then I'll kill you with the sword in my hand!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man in white suddenly made a move, as fast as lightning, and the whole person flashed from the store to the outside of the store, and pressed his palm on the hilt of the sword. The sword had already been drawn and then returned to the sheath in a very short time, and the speed was so fast that it created the illusion that the sword had never been unsheathed at all.

The three knives did not spare their lives and all the rogues standing at the door were all killed by one sword!

Several corpses fell to the ground, broken into pieces, flesh and blood mixed together. Three knives do not spare life, this time without even using a single sword, it became someone else's sword ghost.

The whole process of rabbits and falcons fell, taking place between lightning and flint, and by the time people came back to their senses, they were already full of corpses.

"Murder!"

"Mom!"

The screams were everywhere, accompanied by the sound of cups and cups overturning, and the scene was chaotic, and the shopkeeper fell to the ground in fright, crawling back.

After the young man in white finished killing, he still looked calm. He turned around and said to the store: "I killed the person, and it has nothing to do with this store. ”

How dare anyone in the store reply.

At this moment, the neighing of horses sounded outside the shop, and some of the rogues were waiting on horseback in the distance, and when they saw that their accomplices were killed, they were so frightened that they rode their horses and fled.

The young man in white refused to let go of his life, and directly drew his sword and returned to the sword, and the whole process was completed in one go.

The rogue who was ten feet away fell to the ground in response, and he whimpered for his life.

The young man in white acted decisively and ruthlessly, leaving no one alive.

If this happens, it is impossible to continue eating and drinking. The young man in white walked into the store, came to his dining table, grabbed the wine jug, and drank the remaining wine.

Meals can be wasted, wine cannot be wasted.

He put down the flask, added a piece of silver, and rode away, riding on a white horse outside the shop. Although he was confused, he was sure that the horse belonged to him.

The surrounding roads extend in all directions, where should the world go?

The young man in white didn't know that he simply believed in the reins of the horse, and pulled the reins without light or heavy, and let the horse under his crotch run, wherever he went.

"Don't go yet, wait for me!"

Lu Qingqing chased after him and shouted at the back of the young man in white.

The young man in white grabbed the reins and looked back, revealing a look of puzzlement. He didn't know Lu Qingqing, but he vaguely felt a little familiar.

The two looked at each other, but they looked at each other without saying a word. Lu Qingqing stopped the other party, and then he didn't know what to say.

It was the young man in white who spoke first, stretched out his hand and patted the horse's back, and said, "Get on the horse!"

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