"How much can you kill with one person and one sword?" Wei Shu's tone also faded, lowered her eyebrows, and straightened Qingbi's skirt:

"There are not 100,000 golden dogs in this White Frost City that oppress the Song people, but there are 80,000, and the government kills the Song people even more, do you want to kill all these people? Can you kill it? ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" The boy looked at Wei Shu.

For the first time, there was an unpretentious meaning that could be called "emotion" in those eyes, which rarely changed.

That's a puzzle.

Extremely, intensely puzzled.

Wei Shu put her finger to her lips, and a smile spread on her face: "What I want to say is that killing people is not the only useful method. Sometimes, killing is even the stupidest way to do it. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly sneered: "You even know how to kill people other than that? ”

After finishing speaking, he suddenly stared at Wei Shu again, looking Wei Shu up and down, and the meteor beside him whistled like the wind: "You, you, you...... What the hell is the idea? ”

There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, as if such a calm Wei Shu was far more terrifying than Wei Shu who killed someone.

Wei Shu felt strange in her heart, but she still had a light smile on her face: "You want to know?" ”

The young man's eyes flickered quickly, and even though he fell silent, only the meteor swirled around his side, breaking through the curtain of a thousand heavy rains.

He didn't stay silent for long, and soon said, "I don't want to ......"

"Do you want to ...... Do you know the whereabouts of Hook Eight? Wei Shu interrupted him slowly, his expression indifferent and steady.

In fact, she has no confidence at all.

The scroll in the dark does not move, Aquisi has a strong resistance to the "past" and "origin", and occasionally thinks about it and makes her headache and dizzy, the enemy is current, Wei Shu does not dare to take risks.

So, she had to sacrifice the trick of intrigue with Zhong Aiqing in the past:

When a person is weaker and more uncertain, the more he needs to be upright and stride with his head held high in order to suppress his opponent from momentum, and if he is asked a question that cannot be answered, he can turn the situation around by asking a loud rhetorical question or even questioning.

Just keep asking until the other party shows a flaw, and then seize the flaw to chase after the victory, and it is unknown whether the defeat will turn into victory.

Naturally, this method does not always work, so there is no need to rush, throw the appropriate bait at the right time, and you can break the game.

At this moment, Wei Shu threw out the bait, and Hook Eight was the tempting bait.

"What should I do?" The boy swallowed the bait in one gulp.

"Just do me a few small favors." Wei Shu smiled and hooked.

Even though her palms were sweaty, her expression seemed extremely leisurely, as if a teenager should or should not, it didn't matter.

"Yes." The boy barely thought about it, and opened his mouth to bite the hook again.

Hook Eight really makes a good hook, and people are dead, but they can still catch a big fish.

Wei Shu's mind was racing, but he no longer played with the young man, and only lightly tapped the ground under his feet with his toes: "Five days later, here and now." ”

This is the time and place where the handover message is set.

The young man nodded, and then looked at Wei Shu quietly, waiting for her next arrangement.

However, Wei Shu didn't talk about this matter first, but tilted her head in the direction of the courtyard and asked with a smile: "Speaking of which, don't you need me to do you a favor first?" ”

The peacock blue stunt suddenly.

Wei Shu folded his sleeves with both hands and said with a light smile: "That old figure's head fell too simply, and an experienced puppet only needs to look at it casually to conclude that he died under the Qimen weapon, not an ordinary sword." ”

Speaking unhurriedly at this point, she brushed her skirt leisurely again: "I don't know what you came to White Frost City for, but, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to show your deeds too early, right?" ”

The boy's breath suddenly froze.

The two have been talking so far, but this sentence is the only one that has poked his sore foot.

It is indeed not advisable for him to expose his deeds too soon.

Especially at this time.

If he doesn't want to lose.

In an instant, the young man's eyebrows suddenly tingled faintly, as if the elusive spear was already approaching the door.

Gun eighty-three.

That's his opponent.

When he thought about it this way, the boy was almost a little depressed.

If Hook Hachi is still there, it doesn't hurt even if he shows his deeds early, because the seniors will point him in person or directly clean up the mess for him, but now......

The young man suddenly glanced at Wei Shu, and his eyes immediately drooped slightly, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wei Shu looked at him with a smile, her face gentle, like a white lotus blooming in the mist.

Although her memory was still vague, she vaguely remembered one thing:

Before the completion of martial arts, it is taboo to show a unique weapon that should be kept secret in front of people.

The young man did come with Hook Eight this time, and Hook Eight was the master of his trip.

In the past, it seemed to be the practice of Aqisi and Gouba's gang to bring the back, and the strong to lead the weak.

As for which rules and where the above things came from, Wei Shu couldn't remember.

But it was enough for her to deduce something else:

The young man shot to kill people, not just the so-called rules of the road of "killing intent and seeing blood", but the golden man called Lao Tu really triggered his killing intention.

The blood of young people is always hot. Angry and angry, he made a move, but forgot that if this Qimen weapon was discovered in advance, it would definitely cause trouble.

"I'll help you deal with the aftermath. In this way, we will be clear. Wei Shu said with a smile.

A soft whistling sound sounded again.

The boy stood solemnly in the corner of the wall, the rain curtain around him rose and fell, the clear arc-shaped breach was like a curved moon, and there was starlight flowing around him.

"What's going on out there?" He quickly spoke, but what he said was not the same as before, and his eyes drifted to the courtyard halfway through the wall.

A squirming movement was coming from the courtyard, mixed with the cries of children, the low drinking of adults, the hurried footsteps, and the sound of pots and spoons, as if many people were running in a panic.

"The yard will soon be empty." Wei Shu's expression did not move, and he was not surprised at all.

In the tile street next to the slave fang, this is just an ordinary thing.

The market here has always been extremely chaotic, and there are often killings in the streets, half of the Tai people kill the Song people, occasionally the Song people kill the Jin people, or several people who have a vendetta other than these two ethnic groups kill each other.

It is not the Great Song Dynasty slaves who live here, but the countless Song people who have been displaced here due to the war, or the poor Jin people who are already poor, and some other aliens who live here.

Although the White Frost City was strict with the Song people, it also allowed some of them to coexist with the local people.

The Jin court also seemed to know that the Song people were far more numerous than the Jin people, and it was not advisable to blindly slaughter them, so it was a good policy to introduce them appropriately and then give them a certain amount of protection, forcing them to serve their country in order to survive.