This Xiangyang prefect is a Han official, Bai Lang settled down after entering the city, and when night fell, he walked to the prefect's official office. The panic caused by Bai Lang had spread in the provincial capitals of the Qing Dynasty and in the imperial court, where he had killed several magistrates along his way. Even if there was no radio or telegraph in these years, the fast horse transmission alone had already caused a headache in the provincial capital.

And the information that these officials were assassinated by the thieves was also sent to Jingshi in a short period of 800 miles, which also caused an uproar in the imperial court. How can the rebellion of killing officials be so arrogant, the county orders of several counties have been taken away, and there is also a big book: "The murderer of the Ming prince Shaobao Bailang!" Such a murderer has never been seen before, arrested! The guards in the palace have already set out to round up this fierce thief.

However, the news is still slow, at least not enough to give early warning. When Bai Lang arrived, the prefect of Xiangyang had just received the above document saying that there might be a thief under his rule. Bai Lang climbed over the wall of the backyard very easily and entered this official office—according to the custom, the front is the official office, and the back is where the officials and their families live. And Bai Lang is now in the backyard of the Xiangyang Prefect, "Sipin Huangtang can already be regarded as the overlord of the soil within hundreds of miles." ”

Bai Lang wandered leisurely in this garden, the night was still long, and he had time to kill slowly. Of course, seeing his servants, Bai Lang has always rewarded them with a flick of his finger and sent them to death for a night instead of directly taking their lives, who would go out of his way to kill these ants. As for the maid, he is also treated similarly, but these people generally can't see him, Bai Lang's current light work and solitude can be regarded as shocking in this world.

"This is the residence of the lady. Bai Lang saw a middle-aged woman in a side room, more than one. This is probably the prefect's maid and the maid who serves her, but there is another place where the girl who dresses completely different from the maid may be the prefect's daughter. "The prefect's wife—if she is, is she in her thirties? But that little girl is at most twelve or thirteen years old, wait, what do I remember in the Dream of Red Mansions, Baoyu Daiyu seems to be this age?"

Bai Lang stood quietly here at the Moon Gate, and when the innate master's breath was submerged, he could naturally form an invisible barrier, greatly reducing his sense of existence, and those maids and women would turn a blind eye to him as if he was a flower or a tree. The premise is that Bai Lang should not deliberately move forward, and deliberately highlight his own family. "The prefect should still be in the front yard and let him live a little longer. Bai Lang's divine thoughts sensed that there were still many people in the front yard, and the prefect should be among them.

Bai Lang doesn't look at qi, and this world doesn't seem to have qi, he can't see any white, red, and green qi. This tall master leaned against the side of the moon gate, and looked at the female dependents in this courtyard very casually. "This little lady doesn't look bad, she is more beautiful than Murong and Qin Lian'er, but she is really not as good as modern senior sisters. However, this figure is really not developed yet. "Bai Lang is not Lolicon, so he just thinks the little girl in front of him looks very cute.

"I don't know if it will be crooked in the future, after all, there are such examples in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad-aren't those girl stars crooked? Bai Lang thought about these things, and he had already heard the sound of someone walking here in the front yard. "Several, it should be the prefect and his long-term followers. Bai Lang leaned slightly sideways to hide himself in the shadows.

Not long after, the prefect of Xiangyang, who was wearing an official robe, came in, and the chief escorted him to the gate of the backyard and did not come in, as did the soldiers who guarded him. And there were maids in the courtyard to greet them, and they walked not far from Bai Lang's side, but they didn't find that there was a big man here. Bai Lang watched them enter, then coughed lightly and stepped out in one step. Even if he restrained his mind, the tiger-like spirit still leaked slightly, and the maid in front of him peed directly and fainted.

The momentum of the innate master is so terrifying, even if Bai Lang has no intention of releasing it, as long as there is a wisp, it will shock the entire backyard. Originally, there were frogs singing and birds chirping, but suddenly it became a dead silence. Bai Lang walked towards the house step by step, and no one dared to speak out to stop this daring maniac. And the prefect's brain suddenly brightened, isn't the so-called anti-thief right in front of his eyes, this is the arrogant anti-thief who killed the official all the way to the official in the official document.

"I'm going to die!" This is probably the most dazzling thought in the prefect's mind now, he wants to open his mouth to call someone, but he can't open his mouth and can't shout, as if a heavy thing is pressed on his body, it seems that a huge tiger claw pressed him under the claw He didn't care about looking at his wife and daughter, he clenched his wife's palm, and he just looked straight at the tall figure that was gradually approaching.

A beautiful beard and long hanging eyebrows show the heroic courage of this face, and when the prefect saw it clearly, this person had already stepped into the door. "Don't worry about the Xiangyang prefect of Tartar, it's going to be soon, it doesn't hurt hahahahaha. The madman grinned. The prefect wanted to speak, but he couldn't say it, and the thieves in front of him all shouted that the court was a Tartar, and this Huayi argument didn't need to be mentioned - no matter how you quibbled, this Jianzhou Nuzhen couldn't be justified by the fact that she was a Tartar.

Bai Lang touched his slightly longer hair, and looked at the prefect's head after taking off his official hat, "The Han family has never had such an ugly pig's tail head. With that, Bai Lang was about to reach out and take off the prefect's head. "Don't hurt my father. A soft voice sounded, and the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl stopped in front of the prefect and faced the tiger claws of the white waves. "It's a bold woman, but it's a pity. ”

Bai Lang looked at the little girl with appreciation, "Your father recognizes the thief as his father as a traitor, and he has read all the books of the sages in the belly of the dog-hum, but it's no wonder that this Kong family recognizes the thief as his father, and it's no wonder that his disciples and grandchildren are like this." He nodded, reached out and lifted the girl up and put it on the woman on the side. And the woman seemed to have come to her senses, and she rushed over directly to grab Bai Lang's arm, which seemed to be willing to take her place.

However, where is Bai Lang's fast hand, the Nandou Holy Fist was launched, and the palm of his hand was like an axe blade, and he directly cut off the head of the man in front of him, and the blood sprayed directly to the height of the beam. Bai Lang directly dipped this person's robe in blood and wrote on the outer wall, "The murderer Daming Prince Shaobao Bai Lang", and then touched the girl's head, laughed and walked away.