Jia Mengchao felt that his nose was full of blood, and he choked on it. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info after half a sound, he came back to his senses, and finally slowly slid off the horse.

As he was marching, a little girl suddenly came out of the busy farmers on the side of the road without warning, rushing to the road while running and jumping, and happened to crash under Jia Mengchao's horse's hooves.

At this time, the group in the torture room was loosening the reins of the horse and walking slowly, and everyone's expressions were a little relaxed. Jia Mengchao saw that Cheng Chengtian was in the lead, so he let his horse follow, but he immediately put away his divine sense and secretly cultivated his internal strength. You must know that Jia Mengchao is only thirty-six or seven this year, and he can control more than thirty kinds of secret weapons at the same time at the same time, of course, relying on his own internal strength, and his current internal strength is due to his diligent cultivation anytime and anywhere, which can reach such a state in middle age.

Thinking that the four people beside him were all top masters, enough to deal with all sudden changes, Jia Mengchao dared to settle down with peace of mind and concentrate on cultivating internal strength. Who knew that Cheng Chengtian, who was originally in front, gradually fell behind in the conversation with Xie Yixiang, and his horse fell to the front. The little girl came suddenly, how could her almost sleeping self have time to react?

Xie Yixiang also felt a slight pain in her heart, if she hadn't mentioned that person in conversation with Cheng Qitian and Zhuang Haoming, which made her a little uneasy, she should have been able to prevent this accident.

At that moment, Xie, Cheng, and Zhuang hurriedly dismounted and stepped forward to Jia Mengchao's side. But seeing that the little girl on the ground was motionless, she was lying in a pool of blood with her eyes wide open, and she was no longer breathing between her mouth and nose.

Xue Zhiyan had been thinking about the broken palm, and he was far behind, and when he heard the screams in front of him, he knew that something was wrong, and hurried forward. I only heard the continuous shouting and shouting everywhere, and the surrounding farmers cursed loudly, and they rushed to surround Jia Mengchao. Those peasants stretched out their fingers and pointed, and some even scolded, blaming Jia Mengchao for trampling people to death.

But when he saw a middle-aged man crash through the crowd, he rushed to Jia Mengchao's horse's hooves and lifted the little girl's body up, hugged it tightly in his arms, and then cried loudly.

Unexpectedly, such an accident would occur, Zhuang Haoming sighed secretly. He is a decades-old Jianghu, and he immediately said in a deep voice: "Please listen to me." ”

His words carried an internal force, and immediately suppressed the voices of the surrounding peasants. Seeing that everyone was a little quiet, he said slowly: "We were originally travelers, but we didn't see this girl in a hurry, so that we made a big mistake, and my heart was full of sadness. If you want to punish us, please tell us, and you will obey your orders. If you are still not satisfied, then we can also go to the local government and ask the government to deal with the matter. ”

When he said this, he heard the peasants present look at each other, and gradually scolded again. Someone said: "What kind of government are you looking for? Where is there any government in Yueyang in the past ten years?" Some people even shouted: "Where are you reckless men who dare to commit murder and murder in our place, and don't even think about leaving today!" The more the crowd scolded, the louder it became, and a few people swung their fists at Jia Mengchao's head. Jia Mengchao felt ashamed, but stood still, letting the peasants' fists and feet greet him.

Seeing this situation, the trace of guilt in Cheng Xitian's heart was suddenly suppressed by anger. He took two steps, stretched out his hand to push away several peasants who were beating Jia Mengchao, and shouted, "Shut up all of them." ”

These peasants clearly don't know martial arts, and his drink made everyone's brains buzz, and they were too frightened to speak. I only heard Cheng Chengtian raise his voice and say: "No one is happy when such an accident happens, what are you doing here? Besides, our horse is already walking slowly, but this girl suddenly appeared and crashed under the horse's hooves, what does it have to do with us? If you want to blame it, blame his parents for not having a good life to take care of, so he recklessly took care of his life." ”

You must know that Cheng Chengtian originally had a very poor relationship with Jia Mengchao, but when he was away from home, he was in this situation, and he didn't care about any personal grudges for a while. At that moment, he stopped in front of Jia Mengchao, paused, and said: "Now that my master has said, how do you want to solve this matter, even if you say it, he will give you justice, what is the quarrel? If you want to do it, then come and do it with me." ”

When the peasants saw that he was fierce, they were a little frightened, and they did not know what to do for a while. The middle-aged man holding the girl's body in a pool of blood just kept crying and didn't speak. Suddenly, a slightly chubby sister-in-law in the crowd squeezed out, stood in front of Cheng Chengtian fearlessly, stretched out a carrot-like hand and pointed it directly at Cheng Chengtian's nose, and scolded sharply: "Who do you want to scare?

As soon as these words came out, the peasants boiled again, but this time they pushed towards Cheng Chengtian. Some people shouted: "This is Lao Tzu's territory, even if Lao Tzu sleeps on the road, it won't be your turn to take care of it, you can ride a horse and try it!"

Although Cheng Chengtian was furious, he didn't dare to make a move on these rural farmers after all. Zhuang Haoming next to him sighed, pulled Cheng Chengtian back from the crowd, waved his sleeves, and said lightly: "Xiao Cheng, it's us who are wrong, what's the big deal if you are scolded a few times." ”

With this flick of his sleeves, the dozen or so villagers in front of him only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and at the same time they retreated several steps before they could barely stand up. Zhuang Haoming gave Xue Zhiyan another look, Xue Zhiyan immediately understood, took out a silver ticket from his arms, trotted forward, bowed down to the man holding the little girl's body, and said softly: "This brother, if there is an accident, please mourn and change." We're not mean either, and there are some silver tickets here, which are a little compensation, and please accept them. ”

The man ignored it, still holding the girl's corpse and howling in a low voice. Xue Zhiyan sighed, and had to gently put the silver ticket in front of him. Zhuang Haoming saw that the man ignored it, and said: "If this brother has any requirements, please just ask, and I will do my best to do it for you." ”

A cadre of peasants could see that Zhuang Haoming was the leader of this group, and at this moment the arrow lowered his voice, and the crying man did not speak, and his courage grew again. A few people rushed forward, picked up the man in the pool of blood, and whispered in his ear. Seeing that the man was helped up, Xue Zhiyan hurriedly picked up the silver ticket and repeated what he had just said. Unexpectedly, the man suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the silver ticket and tore it to pieces, shouting: "Murder pays for life!"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding peasants were suddenly full of enthusiasm and pride, and shouted in unison: "Kill people for your life! Kill people for your life!" shouted while walking towards Jia Mengchao.

Najia Mengchao has always been above the top, but it is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing, and his heart has already been in a mess. At this time, he saw twenty or thirty peasants shouting loudly, approaching him step by step, all with a fierce light on their faces, and he felt a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and his hands were retracted into his sleeves.

When a conflict is on the verge of breaking out, it will turn into a massacre in the blink of an eye. Xie Yixiang sighed secretly, and immediately took a step sideways and stopped in front of Jia Mengchao.

The peasants were stunned when they saw the petite woman in red suddenly stop in front. Xie Yixiang had already reached out and pulled out the chaos around his waist, and said lightly: "Since you want to pay for your life with your life, I will accompany you with a life." ”

As she spoke, a crimson sword light suddenly slashed out, breaking through the air silently. Before the peasants could see clearly, they heard a soft sound, but it was the sound of her sheathing the chaos.

Then something fell heavily to the ground, but it was the horse that Jia Mengchao was riding, which had been cut off by Xie Yixiang's knife. But the blood from the broken neck of the horse spurted straight out, and the surrounding fields were red, and the horse's body struggled endlessly, and there was a loud "bang", and the horse's body finally fell to the ground and rolled down to the side of the road.

Seeing that this young woman was so vicious, the face of the farmer changed greatly, as if he had seen a ghost, and hurriedly dodged back, and several women even vomited on the spot. Xie Yixiang asked expressionlessly, "Life is already with us, can we go?"

When had the peasants seen such a ferocious scene? Immediately their faces turned pale with fright, and they did not dare to say anything more. Only the man holding the girl's body mustered up his courage and said in a trembling voice, "You...... You hit and killed one of our people, just kill a horse...... You ......" Frightened, he didn't dare to continue.

Hearing that a few more people in the crowd whispered, Xie Yixiang's face turned cold, and he pulled out his knife again. The crimson sword light was fleeting, how could these peasants see her move?

As the sword light faded, Jia Mengchao beside him had changed his face greatly, and he covered his neck with both hands. But seeing that the fingers he covered his neck were dripping with blood, accompanied by bubbles constantly gushing out, but his face was a look of disbelief, his body was crooked, and he finally fell to the ground.

Xie Yixiang gently shook off the blood beads on the mess and received the back sheath. He slowly glanced at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "You think I don't dare to kill?"

This change was even more shocking than her killing of horses just now, I couldn't imagine that this pretty woman would actually kill people when she said that she would kill people, and she killed her own people with a knife. For a while, the exclamations of the peasants came and went, and then most of the people turned around and ran wildly, rolling and crawling on the ground and scattering in all directions.

Xie Yixiang just snorted coldly, immediately turned over on the horse, and said, "We can go." ”

Of course, no one dares to provoke this "female devil" anymore. The remaining dozen or so peasants hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly stepped aside to the sides and left the road. Xie Yixiang rode through a group of farmers first, and Cheng Chengtian and Zhuang Haoming also turned over and rode forward without saying a word.

Xue Zhiyan sighed, took out another silver ticket, stuffed it into the hand of the man holding the girl's body, and said "Mourning and change". Then he turned on his horse, pointed to the corpse of Na Jia Mengchao and asked, "Are you still the corpse of this person?"

However, where did the remaining dozen or so peasants dare to answer? Xue Zhiyan sighed again, and said, "Then I will take his body to the front to be cremated, so that the ashes can be returned to his family." ”

With that, he leaned over and picked up Jia Mengchao's corpse, placed it horizontally behind the saddle, and immediately whipped away.