The old owner laughed inexplicably, "That's really a great thing, it's really thanks to the castle owner, the old man thanked the castle owner on behalf of everyone in Liangzhou City." ”

The old owner saluted Wantong Hui as he spoke, and when everyone saw him like this, they all saluted Wantong Hui with vision, and even Yang Shaoyan, who had a stinky face, reluctantly thanked him.

But the people of Wanjiabao did not see any joy on their faces.

Wan Tonghui's eyes swept over the old owner's family, all of them were brightly dressed, without the slightest scar on their bodies, clean and full of energy, and inadvertently met the eyes of a little girl, and the ignorant eyes revealed the fear of her, and shrank the little head into the woman's arms.

The old farmer's eyes were timid, cautious, and defensively aimed at Wan Tonghui, and when he saw the other party bowing his head and playing with the tea lid, he suddenly said, "Are the family all safe?"

The old farmer, who was suddenly concerned, looked slightly stunned, but soon as usual, he couldn't help nodding and responding: "Peace, peace, Lord Laobao is worried." ”

There was no word for a while, only the crisp sound of the tea lid, which seemed to knock on people's hearts.

The old farmer's nervous forehead was sweaty, and the little baby couldn't stand it and began to make noise, and the woman's eyes were also complaining, and the young juniors exchanged glances, as for the slaves who lowered their heads to show humility, and the cultivators who raised them were many of them looking at the people of Wanjiabao.

When the little doll's cry reached its noisteries, Wan Tonghui put down the teacup in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the old owner.

"You said that you want to thank me on behalf of the people in Liangzhou City. ”

The old farmer panicked and echoed continuously.

"Good, good. Wan Tonghui said with a hint of a smile, "Who did the errand of informing the residents of Liangzhou City to dig a pit?"

Lao Zhuang asserted that he was about to answer, but his expression changed suddenly at the moment of speaking, cold sweat was dripping, and his cloudy eyes were staring at Wan Tonghui, and his rusty intuition finally sensed the crisis and understood why the people of Wanjiabao looked so much.

He subconsciously wanted to turn his head and teach that unscrupulous descendant a hard lesson!

But he can't, he can't expose his grandson, the other party has already come to ask the guilt, and he can turn around with his little Yangjiazhuang's human face.

Someone needs to take care of it.

The old farmer's mind was racing, and he had already guessed the beginning and the end and made a decision.

Just as she was about to speak, the little girl said coquettishly: "Mother, it stinks~"

The woman holding the little girl frowned and sniffed, and said with some doubts: "Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"

With this interruption, things have changed.

"What did I do, what's wrong?" Hang'erlang's tone was full of untamed momentum.

The old owner turned his head angrily, looked at his favorite grandson, and almost suffocated to death, Yang Shaoyan tilted his head and asked again: "Master, I did it, what's wrong?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

With a slap with full strength, Yang Shaoyan, who was fanned, swollen half of his face, dumbfounded, and his mother hugged her baby son in pain, and said hurriedly: "Old man, what are you doing here!"

"You ignorant woman! Shut up! This family is still an old man!"

The reprimanded daughter-in-law was silent, there was no movement, she only looked at her son distressedly, holding a handkerchief and wanting to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, but she was afraid that it would hurt and did not dare to start.

The old owner had already turned his head and knelt down directly to Wan Huitong.

This kneeling completely scared everyone, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

"Lord Wanbao, it's the old man, it's all done by the old man, the old man is the owner of this Yangjiazhuang, and all the people here are arranged by me. The old farmer's gray-haired head was pressed to the ground, and all the charges were taken in the most urgent tone.

The people of the Yang family came back to their senses at this time, and for a while they were in a mess, some wanted to help up the old farmer and the old farmer, and some of them were cold and even spoke ill of Wanjiabao, the servants knelt down, and the remaining cultivators were less than fifty, still watching with fear.

"You deceive people too much!" Yang Shaoyan, who came back to his senses, pulled out the sword at his waist and rushed towards Wan Tonghui.

Seeing this, the old farmer who was pulled up by his son and daughter rushed over anxiously, stretched out his hand to stop Yang Shaoyan, and shouted, "Stop!"

Wan Tonghui looked at this farce expressionlessly, stretched his hand forward, Yang Shaoyan instantly lost control of his body, and in a blink of an eye, he was already in front of Wan Tonghui, but at this time, it was not he who assassinated Wan Tonghui, but Wan Tonghui who held his life and death.

Five fingers were deeply sunk in his neck, Yang Shaoyan felt that his eyes were about to squeeze out, and fear struck, finally making him recognize the reality.

"Stop. ”

As Wan Tonghui spoke, he shook his hand hard, Yang Shaoyan flew out with a sword, and bone-fold on the ground several times, although the sword in his hand did not kill him, but it also scratched a few places, and after stopping, he spat out blood violently, and he couldn't get up.

The village finally quieted down, and the little girl fell to the ground at some point, and her face was broken, and she didn't dare to cry.

The silence was only temporary, and when Yang Shaoyan's mother saw this, she ran to Yang Shaoyan like crazy.

"Stop!"

As soon as Wantong Hui's hand was raised, Yang Shaoyan's mother was knocked to the ground by an invisible force, and before he could get up, he saw a cold light flashing, and a young man holding a sharp sword against Yang Shaoyan's neck.

Now it was really completely quiet, and even the little doll stopped crying.

"I also ask the lord of Wanbao to spare the life of the old man and grandson, and the old man is willing to pay with his life. ”

The old owner knelt down and pleaded again, but the old family was silent, but the second and third opened their mouths to persuade them.

The old farmer knew that he didn't have time to say anything more to them, so he just begged Wan Tonghui, and even knocked his forehead to blood.

Yang Shaoyan, who was dying on the ground, rolled his eyes hard and looked at the old owner, tears and snot flowed down his face.

"Fight with your life. ”

Wan Tonghui picked up the teacup and read lightly, and suddenly threw the teacup in his hand to the old owner, and his heart was angry, "Led by Liangzhou City, including the surrounding five villages, except for your Yang family Zhuang people, no one survives!

The broken teacup scratched the old owner's face, and the tea leaves with water stained his face, and the old body trembled.

Countless gasps and voices of surprise rang out.

But no one spoke.

Yang Shaoyan's expression became sluggish, and his previous grief and resentment were completely gone, "This ...... How is this possible......"

I can't help but recall that day my grandfather explained this matter to me, and told me to do a good job, and I patted my chest with confidence to promise, but after that, my friend came to spend all day drinking, and I was not at home for many days, so I looked at the back of my mind.

When I entered the cave, I still thought it was funny, and then I was asked by my grandfather that I didn't want to be preached, so I lied, and my grandfather patted him on the shoulder and praised him.

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