"Since it is a divine grace, I can't allow you and a mortal woman to fight!" Qin Hao's eyes were cold, and the evil beast behind him swallowed flames, so that it was not scary, forcing the body of the woman below to tremble fiercely, as if she was extremely afraid, but she did not retreat.

The beggar snorted, compared to the woman's brave resistance, he was more direct and rude, in the cold wind, the body under the ragged clothes was as thin as wood, and sometimes there was a hungry sound of empty stomachs, but at this moment he forgot about hunger and cold, and the humble beggar spat at the noble prince, and scolded angrily: "Dog thing!"

At this moment, everyone's faces changed.

With such a miraculous figure, how can there be such a stupid person who dares to insult him?

Qin Hao's eyes suddenly froze!

The beggar continued to scold: "I don't know which pickled goods that came out of the inner courtyard of the deep palace, they will only pick up ready-made cheap ones and punish demons and evil spirits? Who do you say is the demon and evil? Your Royal Highness the prince of the world?

Qin Hao said coldly: "Are you going to defy the imperial power?!"

"Uncle, I don't recognize any imperial power, I only know that now I can continue to beg in this imperial city safely, endure hunger and cold, all of this is given by His Royal Highness the Prince, if there is no him, the plague is rampant, the country is not the country, the family is not the family, I don't even have a begging life anymore. ”

Under the attention of everyone, under the continuous infusion of faith, Qin Hao seemed extremely patient, and said lightly: "If you want me to surrender, you can be a prince and no longer beg." ”

The beggar snorted and laughed: "Uncle, I was born to beg, and I would rather continue to crawl on the ground with my crippled body than your high position." ”

"It's a pity, disobey me, you don't even have the qualifications to climb. Qin Hao didn't intend to give him a chance to continue talking, the golden scepter in his hand flashed, his head rolled down, and the beggar couldn't speak anymore.

However, the Qinglou woman behind him, the old man blacksmith, and some ordinary people standing in Lala, seeing the head rolling off the ground, the arrogant smile belonging to the beggar at the corner of his mouth did not disappear, and the body standing in the tuyere was still rickety, but it was also straight!

Today, the imperial city ushered in the first blood.

But everyone knows in their hearts that there will be blood shed next, because there are many stupid people in this world.

The old woman sharpened the kitchen knife in her hand on her thigh, then made a meaningless move, raised her hand towards the eleventh prince, and finally threw it.

The kitchen knife silently turned into iron dust in the air, a beam of golden light ran through the old woman's neck, blood flowed out, she plopped, fell heavily to the ground, from beginning to end, she did not say a word, nor did she say why she stood up.

Someone in the crowd couldn't bear it, and sighed carefully: "Why bother." It seems to be compassionate, it seems to be sympathetic, and it seems that he wants to express his feelings, in order to show that his conscience is not clear, and he is deeply sympathetic and sad, but when he sighs, his kneeling posture is still reverent, and his piety is a little ridiculous.

Qin Hao said coldly: "Who else wants to die." ”

The old man raised his hand and also raised the firewood knife, and he said: "Today's little old man's knife can't wipe the head of your little thief, but I believe that there must be someone in this world to ......."

Before he finished speaking, a wave of qi pierced his chest, and a huge blood hole appeared in his chest, and half of his heart could be vaguely seen beating weakly.

The firewood knife in his hand slipped weakly, he grinned, and said the last sentence with difficulty: "You can't burn His Royal Highness the Prince, he is our real hero......"

This time, without waiting for Qin Hao to speak, let alone for the old man to breathe, the burly blacksmith strong man rounded his shoulders and threw the hammer in his hand into the air.

Obviously, he had cultivated Yuan Li, and at such a long distance, he roared away loudly, and the momentum was terrifying.

But someone knows that this is a meaningless act, and he can't kill Qin Hao.

But it was not meaningless to these people who were standing, and they all knew that the blacksmith did this to let the old man who had not yet breathed his last breath see and know.

Even if you die, what you want to do but don't finish, someone will continue to do it until it's done.

With a loud bang, the hammer was rebounded and shot back by an invisible force, and the strong body of the blacksmith instantly lost most of his flesh and blood.

The women in the green building were all frightened, their faces were extremely pale, and their bodies were shaking.

But they didn't stop.

Because at this moment, the princes and grandchildren who had made them grovel and flattering were kneeling in front of them, and they were still standing on this sky continent.

What could be more proud?

Beneath the exposed clothes were a pair of white, beautiful and seductive thighs, their faces were pale, and their humble and delicate faces, accustomed to smiling and smiling, looked terrified at the sight of blood, but they were laughing, hoarse but laughing freely.

It is not like the soft and hypocritical smirk when dressing up in the mirror on weekdays, the eye waves are flowing, they are born bitter, and the eye waves can be dedicated without hesitation to the officials and benefactors who have whipped themselves and humiliated themselves.

They are the lowly seeds in the sludge, whether they are facing benefactors who are full of fat brains or sweaty benefactors, they can smile like flowers.

But at the moment, they are admittedly still smiling, a little less charming and a little more bright and clear.

When people survive the fear of death, they will be invincible.

A girl took out a red flower from her sleeve, pulled a petal with her slender fingers, twisted out a touch of flower juice, and smeared it on the lips at the end of her eyes, making a few more touches of enchantment in the charm, the red flower juice covered up the pale lip color, and the daisy color at the end of the eyes hooked the serious fear out of a piece of spring.

The soft and touching smiles are indescribably sad and pitiful.

Qin Hao killed the beggar, the old woman, the old man, and the blacksmith, and his heart was very calm and unwavering, until he saw these women, his body trembled but he still wanted to continue to walk towards him, and then pulled out the hairpin on his head one after another, making meaningless moves.

Why?

Clearly, they don't even have the qualifications to come here and touch him?

Why?

If beggars also have arrogance, old people also have obsessions, and blacksmiths also have chivalrous hearts, then what do these lowly women who rely on the skin and meat business to live on?

For a demon, for a son who was ordered to be killed by God, for a man who could never be obtained?

What are these prostitutes doing?

The bitch is ruthless, and the drama is unrighteous.

Goolan Washer, Flower Street and Willow Lane, is the most ugly place in the world, in which women are slave and cartilage, in order to survive, they are so lowly that they can do things that beggars feel dirty and cheap.

Such humble people have the opportunity to become gods and ascend to glory, but they don't take a second look, and the bones that are usually weak on their knees should be strengthened at this time?

Under that smile, Qin Hao was inexplicably a little upset, and he said coldly: "What do you guys want to do!!"

The tone was cold, and the effort between the words, for the sake of Wei Zhen, he took the lives of three Qinglou women at the same time.

The soft body fell, quickly becoming stiff.

At last, only one woman remained, with a crimson flower on her sideburns, fluttering in the wind with her trembling and frightened body.

Qin Hao said indifferently: "Kneel, I will spare you from death and give you glory." ”

The woman didn't retreat, she picked up her own soft weapon, stiffly raised her lips and smiled, and her laughter couldn't stop the light trembling of her words: "Last night, I told my good sisters that the peach blossoms outside the Chengnan Taoist Temple have bloomed, and if we can, we want to invite His Royal Highness the Prince to see it together." ”

Qin Hao's anger between his eyebrows deepened, he waved his scepter again, and decided to teach her a good lesson, the golden light was not extinguished, and he deliberately did not take her life, but lightly took her face like a flower, and a terrible scream poured into the long wind, and half of the woman's left face was miserable, as if it had been cut by several sharp blades, and the skin and flesh were rolled up.

She covered her cheeks in pain, blood dripping, but her embroidered shoes were still rubbing the blood on the ground, and she continued to approach him.

Yes.

Approach.

The delicate body is weak and harmless, but it gives people the illusion of being particularly chilling.