Volume 1 Reminiscences of a Boy's Heart Chapter 47 Without Your Sword

"Alas!"

Looking at his back, Nie Donglai didn't say anything in the end, just sighed inexplicably.

Even he himself didn't know what he was sighing for? What was he sighing? It seemed that he was sympathizing with Liu Hao, and he would eventually compromise under the arrangement of fate, and he seemed to be lamenting Mu Guitian, the stubbornness and unyielding under the graceful appearance, and it seemed that he was regretting himself, being manipulated by the years like a walking corpse.

Liu Hao stared at Mu Guitian's footsteps, he took a step forward, his heart trembled involuntarily, his face turned pale, and his sense of fear from the bone marrow became stronger and stronger.

Until Mu Guitian walked in front of him again and stood still.

His face was as dead as ashes.

He even saw the aftermath of his own death, his soul turning into a blurred figure, floating in that eerie world.

Suddenly, a pungent smell came, everyone looked at Liu Hao with disgust, and even many people couldn't help but reach out and cover their mouths and noses, even Nie Donglai couldn't help frowning, he looked up and found that Liu Hao was actually scared to pee his pants.

There were only two people at the scene with the same expressions, as if they didn't smell the smell at all, one was Liu Hao himself, and the other was Mu Guitian.

Liu Hao still looked like he had lost his soul, and his eyes were dull.

Mu Guitian stood in front of him, but he preferred to act as if he hadn't smelled anything, his face expressionless.

Glancing at Liu Hao casually, Mu Guitian suddenly raised his foot and kicked Liu Hao, who was sitting on the ground, out, coincidentally, he kicked Liu Hao to the side of a guard holding a steel knife, and Liu Hao's right arm just brushed the steel knife in the guard's hand.

Listening to the sound of "swish", a wisp of blood suddenly shot out from Liu Hao's right arm, soared into the air and then sprinkled on the ground, and at a glance there was a little red blood, as dazzling as plum blossoms in the snow in winter.

"Ahh

"Click!"

At the same time, Liu Hao also happened to fall beside the guard, howling in pain, and then his neck was crooked and he fainted.

Along with his body fell, there was also a palm - a right-hand palm with a neat and smooth incision.

Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly took a look, only to see that the palm of Liu Hao's right hand disappeared from the wrist, his right arm, which was missing the palm, was weakly deaf to the ground, and blood slowly came out from the smooth incision of his right wrist.

Obviously, it was Mu Guitian's kick that abolished Liu Hao's right palm before, at this moment, everyone's eyes were full of jealousy when they looked at him, he really did what he said, and said that he wanted Liu Hao to have a hand, so he asked Liu Hao for a hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, as if doing something insignificant.

Indeed, in Mu Guitian's own mind, he did do a trivial thing, because a little Liu Hao didn't let him take it to heart.

Mu Guitian clapped his hands and said to himself: "The roots of my ears are finally much cleaner. Then he turned his head, smiled at Nie Donglai, who looked helpless, and said, "Let's go!"

Nie Donglai shrugged, took his horse by the hand, and walked towards the city.

When he walked to Mu Guitian's side, he took the reins and complained a little: "Without your sword, I wouldn't have dealt with him in the same way." ”

Nie Donglai rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't lend it to you." ”

Mu Guitian said: "But you don't want to borrow it!"

As soon as everyone saw the two of them walking side by side, they consciously made a way.

If it was before, they couldn't have been so tacit, but since they saw Mu Guitian's methods, they didn't dare at all.

Nie Donglai and Mu Guitian didn't care, and they always walked unhurriedly.

Nie Donglai smiled and said, "Which eye do you see that I don't want to borrow?"

Mu Guitian said: "Didn't you say that more is better than less?"

Nie Dong glanced at him and said, "Isn't what I said right?"

Mu Guitian smiled and said, "Yes, yes, how can it be wrong?"

He reverted to his sassy appearance.

Nie Donglai was a little unsure of what kind of person he was, when he was with him, Mu Guitian behaved like a ruffian, but just now at the city gate, he was so domineering and decisive.

After the two of them walked out of a distance, those guards finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they all gathered around Liu Hao, and they cared about Liu Hao with gossip.

"Captain!"

"Captain, are you alright?"

"Captain, wake up!"

"Quick, take the captain to treatment!"

Just now, the pressure Mu Guitian put on them was too great, and they didn't even dare to move, for fear that if they moved, they would follow in Liu Hao's footsteps.

In the end, the guards carried the unconscious Liu Hao and hurriedly left, and the crowd of onlookers also left.

The gates of the city were restored to their original peace.

......

Hakka.

Ke Zilai squatted on the steps in front of the Hakka house with his hands on his cheeks, staring at the street in front of him motionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Even the whispers of the two juniors behind him, he didn't know anything.

The two little subordinates guarding the door at the door of the Hakka couldn't help but secretly glance at the guest curiously while whispering.

Their eyes were full of bewilderment.

A person on the left said: "Pillar, you say, what is the young master today?"

The little guy on the right, known as the pillar, whispered: "Brother Qiang, you don't know, how do I know." ”

Both of them are Hakka house slaves, the boy on the right is called the pillar named Li Erzhu, and the boy on the left is named Zhu Daqiang, and the relationship between the two is very good on weekdays, because Zhu Daqiang is two years older than Li Erzhu, so Li Erzhu has always called him Brother Qiang.

They grew up in the Hakka family, and they are also very familiar with the Hakka family, because when they were young, they often played together with the Hakko, but then when they grew up, because the identity was too different, and the two of them were honest and honest, they were sent by the master to guard the door, and they were not often together.

Despite this, the relationship between Ke Zilai and them is not too rusty, because one of the biggest advantages of Ke Zilai is that he does not rely on his identity to bully his subordinates, although he sometimes teases the two of them, but they know in their hearts that the young master of his family is still quite good except for not liking to learn martial arts and occasionally being a little nervous.

Zhu Daqiang said: "This is strange, the young master is not like this on weekdays." ”

Li Erzhu nodded and said, "That's it, the young master has been here for more than two hours this afternoon, right? ”

Zhu Daqiang suddenly thought of something, and said, "Young Master shouldn't be Sichun, right?"

Li Erzhu said: "Won't it?"

"What are you two muttering?"

Suddenly, a voice came, startling them, and the two looked back, only to see that the guest had stood up again at some point, and was looking at them.

Zhu Daqiang scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Young Master, do you have something on your mind?"

Li Erzhu also smiled shyly and said, "Yes, young master, you have been at the door for a long time, and you still look preoccupied." ”

Ke Zilai nodded and said, "I'm waiting for my father." ”

Zhu Daqiang was stunned for a moment and said, "Wait for the master, didn't the master go out to do errands?"

Li Erzhu nodded and said, "Yes, the master will naturally come back after finishing his work, you see, it's almost dark this day, young master, you better go back early, otherwise it will be troublesome if you catch a cold for a while." ”

Ke Zilai shook his head and said, "This time is different, I am always a little relieved in my heart." ”

With that, he turned his gaze back to the street in the distance.

The two looked at each other and stopped persuading, because they understood the temper of the guest, and sometimes even the master could not persuade him, let alone others.