Brutal!

On the side of the street, someone was opening the door panel, trying to close the door to avoid the limelight, and when he saw this scene, his legs seemed to be nailed, trembling, and he didn't dare to move. The others also held their breath and stopped, crying that the child was covered by his mother's mouth, for fear of disturbing this group of brutal strongmen.

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When the whistle sounded, the strongmen scattered and surrounded the entire Hou Jian group, and then the horse stopped.

The bazaar of thousands of people was incredibly quiet.

The loudest sound on the street is actually the pancake shop on the east side of the street, fried dough sheets in hot oil.

The owner is a gray old man.

The age is about Mo Jiajia, I don't know if it is hot or what, his face is red, and he has long eyelids, as if he didn't see this group of strong men, he kneaded the dough into small balls, and then pressed it into a round slice and sprinkled with green onions. Fold it in half, sprinkle some sesame seeds, pick it up with tongs, and put it in the oven.

The sound of leather boots from the west along the street sounded from the west.

The man walked very slowly, and the sound of heavy footsteps seemed to step on everyone's hearts, so that people were a little breathless! Or don't dare to gasp!

The sun is shining obliquely, and the figure is stretched out.

The footsteps slowly approached, and finally stopped suddenly outside the baked cake shop.

The man looked the old man selling bread up and down, and sneered three times.

The old man who sold cakes raised his head, and the face of the person in front of him was full of pimples, like a toad reincarnated into essence.

"Uncle, do you want to buy cakes? One penny a penny. ”

As he spoke, the old man picked up a cake from the oven and put it on a white wooden board!

"Bring it!"

The man in leather boots stretched out his left hand.

"Yes."

The old man squinted his eyes and put the freshly baked baked biscuits in his palm.

The man in leather boots suddenly became angry, "It's all about it, and it's still a pastime uncle!" ”

With a flip of his palm, he threw the pancake at the old man. The old man turned around to take something, and the baked cake grazed his face, snapped, and landed beside the mud ditch.

The man in leather boots took out a double hook with his backhand, and the hook was cold: "The surname Wu, if you don't hand it over, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless." ”

The old man said slowly: "Uncle confessed his mistake, the old man's surname is Wang, the king of baked cakes is an old man, and everyone knows it." ”

"Don't quibble, you can hide for a year and a half, how can you hide for a lifetime?!"

The old man of the baked cake was stunned, and sighed: "The master of Jindao Village robbed the rich and helped the poor, and he was also known as a chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes, how could the subordinates sent out be so domineering and actually beat the old man's idea?" ”

"Wu Daotong, you will never hand over things, right?" The man in leather boots shouted angrily and waved his double hook.

Second floor.

Dongfang Yi suddenly opened his eyes: "Brother Qu, what do you think of the scene below?" ”

"This Anzhai master is a bit unworthy of the name." Qu Yang replied.

"Is that all?"

"Huh? Could it be that this matter is made by his subordinates? Qu Yang was puzzled and guessed.

It's not impossible!

After all, Jindaozhai is a mixed underworld, and most of his subordinates are unruly. The owner of the village may be upright, but if he wants to obey his subordinates, it is absolutely impossible.

Mixed with the underworld, Tude is a carefree and lawless.

is strictly controlled, and the people under him are definitely not happy.

Ordinary subordinates, no ability, can only endure, but there is no shortage of places to go, such as the man in leather boots below, is a second-rate martial artist, can live a nourishing life anywhere, arrogant, and it is normal to be disobedient.

In fact, this is not only the case with the underworld cottages, but also with their gang.

Obviously, Dongfang Yi is strong, according to Dongfang Yi's rules, practice hard every day, and the probability of survival is high. But more than half of them still choose to follow and let me go, especially in the manor, which has good qualifications.

In addition to him, the remaining eight people, Bao Dachu, Ji Wushi, You Xun, Fan Song, Zhao He, Xu Shu, and Zhang Chengyun and Zhang Chengfeng, all followed me and mixed up.

Without him!

It's cool!

This kind of thing of bloodbathing gangs to collect resources is obviously not long, and it will definitely happen, and then it will be surrounded and suppressed!

That being the case, why not make more than one day and earn one day?!

Dongfang Yi waved his fan and pointed down: "Brother Qu, I know that you are tired of killing, and you are even more tired of the bloody wind and rain on the rivers and lakes. I want to break away from the Divine Religion, I want to herd sheep, blow Xiao, and live an ordinary life. ”

"But you need to open your eyes to see clearly, what kind of life are those ordinary people living below?!"

Qu Sanyang looked at the trembling mountain people and was silent for a while, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

Dongfang Yi said: "I know that you are not convinced, after all, your martial arts are good, and you can easily deal with this situation." But don't forget, if you really use martial arts, you can't hide your identity. There are some things that you don't want to ignore, and it won't come to you. Whoever kills, people will always kill him! ”

"As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you will be a Jianghu person from now on! There is no escape! ”

Qu Sanyang clenched his fists, his face slightly pale.

"Boss, I finally have time to drink some wine and rest, look at you, what have you done to bluff the sheep herder. Come on, come on, drink, drink! "Xiang Xiong got up and played the round.

Qu Sanyang still has little knowledge and is psychologically fragile.

Dongfang Yi shook his fan: "Look at the guy in the shop just now, he was not restrained by the Divine Sect, but if he didn't say a word, he lost his life." As for you, although you are restrained, you at least have the ability and strength to deal with such unwarranted disasters. ”

"The future isn't as good as you think, but it's not as bad as you think right now."

"The most important thing is to relax your mind and live the present well."

As he spoke, he put away his fan and stood up, looking out with his hands behind his back.

Life is lived day by day, these words should not be said, but after so many years, I can't help but make an exception and talk more.

The rivers and lakes are big, but there is no confidant.

It's lonely.

……

The old man who sold the cake grabbed the iron tongs and turned into a pair of judges' pens, and fought with the man in leather boots.

This Wu Daotong is a second-rate peak martial artist, although he has been hidden for many years, and his martial arts have regressed a little, but he is not a man in leather boots who can beat him.

After a few moves, he was killed and retreated.

Swish!

The blue light flashed next to him, and a single knife slashed head-on.

Wu Daotong waved his right pen and put the single knife back.

At this time, a short gun on the left side and two knives on the right attacked at the same time.

Ahead, the man in leather boots who was forced to retreat also waved his double hook and fell fiercely.

Wu Daotong turned his pen sharply, and the tip of the judge's pen swallowed silver mangs, and it was inconceivable that he clicked five times in a row.

Each stroke hits the weak spot of the opponent's weapon.

Forced the three of them back in one go.

However, at this time, the single knife came back and slashed at the waist.

made one move after another, but Wu Daotong didn't have time to regain his breath, so he had to point out the knife face and take advantage of the situation to retreat.

Who expected that there would be a bad wind behind it.

The short and thin old man didn't know when, quietly sneaked into the baked cake shop from the back room, his five fingers were like hooks, the black light flashed, and he grabbed Wu Daotong's waist and eyes viciously.

This claw was really fast, Wu Daotong didn't have time to block at all, and only instinctively twisted his waist.

With a tear, blood rushed from his waist, and there was an extra half-foot blood mark.

The robe was also torn to shreds by the force exerted from the outside.

Revealing underwear, with a two-foot wrap tied around it.

"Bring it!"

The short and thin old man's eyes lit up, and his left hand grabbed the package.

Double hooks, single knives, and short guns also followed.

"You don't want to take away my Darkiron Order!"

Wu Daotong roared angrily, ignoring the other weapons, and the judge's pen was viciously inserted into the leather boot man.