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Abducting a woman from a good family and selling them for a little is a crime that deserves death. Even if there is a bridge between them, they are all sentenced to several years in prison.

The official suspected that these people were hiding women, and the dwarf winter melon did not dare to slack off, and said in a round field:

"No, no, no, it was when he came out of the stall that he quarreled with the mother-in-law at home, and was angry with the tigress and stabbed him in the thigh with a hairpin. ”

The middle-aged man heard this and kept nodding his head.

The official on the left then asked at the dwarf winter melon:

"How do you know about his family?"

This time it was the turn of the dwarf winter melon with its mouth open, not knowing how to answer.

The official on the right turned his head to look at the young man with the tattoo on his face, and said again:

"There's also a dark-faced prisoner here. ”

The official on the left stretched out his hand and clenched the long knife at his waist and said:

"Report your surnames and residences in turn. Don't hide it!"

Niu Er panicked all of a sudden.

Niu Er panicked, and the remaining three people were even more overwhelmed than Niu Er.

The two officials saw it in their eyes and already knew it in their hearts.

The official on the right, holding a long knife in his hand, shouted at the young man who was tattooed on his face:

"You, what's your name and where do you come from?"

The guy didn't bother to cover his bleeding nose, and ducked back, revealing the flesh and bones tucked into his waist.

Seeing the piece of flesh and bone, the official narrowed his eyes and said:

"You are so bold, dare to slaughter the cattle privately!"

The young man with the tattoo on his face wanted to say that the bone was not his.

But the flesh and bones were tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and the bones still bore his tooth marks. If it's not his, whose is it?

Thinking that he had already tattooed a prisoner on his face, if he was caught again, he would be a repeat offender.

Recidivism, one more crime!

The young man with the tattoo on his face turned around and ran, and in the flashing figure of the official, the person was already standing in front of the young man with the tattoo on his face.

Between the two, more than a dozen feet away. The official figure flashed and was already standing in front of the young man.

No one knows how the official did it.

The guy with the tattoo on his face was even more frightened, screaming and turning to run away.

The official did not seem to be in a hurry to arrest the young man, shook his body and stopped in front of him again, looking at him with a smile on his face.

The remaining official stared at the middle-aged man with horizontal eyebrows, and suddenly said:

"Two eyebrows with one word. The murder in Qingyang Mansion was done by you. ”

When the middle-aged man heard that sentence, he already knew that his identity had been revealed. Turn around and run.

But he had a hairpin tied around his leg.

Although the hairpin was not pulled out, there was no blood flowing, but the long hairpin was inserted into the thigh like a nail, and it hurt so much.

Not to mention the muscles that are pulled by the footsteps, which brings more intense pain to the heart.

The middle-aged man didn't take two steps before he staggered.

The official sent an arrow to catch up.

The middle-aged man with a horizontal eyebrow also knew that he couldn't escape at all, and when he heard the footsteps behind him, he knew that the official messenger was catching up, and while turning his body, he waved his fist at the official messenger head-on.

Niu Er couldn't help but shout, "Be careful!" The middle-aged man's fist had already hit the official in the face.

The fist blade swept away as if it had been missed. A black, feather-like mass floated down.

The middle-aged man with horizontal eyebrows was stunned there, and the official reached out and grabbed the long knife at his waist.

The sound of a knife was originally the sound of a long knife coming out of its sheath. However, he couldn't see the flashing of the knife at all, and the official had already turned around and walked back. The middle-aged man who had left a horizontal eyebrow stood in place in a daze, and after a long time he muttered:

"So fast ......"

Before he could finish speaking, his body fell down. Blood spurted out of the knife on his neck, staining the dry dust on the ground red in the blink of an eye.

Niu Er didn't see it clearly, but the dwarf winter melon could see it clearly. I saw that between the rise and fall of the official's knife, the long knife had been put into the sheath.

With such skills, the dwarf winter melon knows that it can't be stopped. Turn around and run.

The official who had killed the horizontal eyebrows shook his body and stopped in front of the dwarf winter melon.

The face of the dwarf winter melon had already turned white with fright, and he asked:

"Who are you holy?"

Turn around and run again.

Another official stopped in front of the young man with the tattoo on his face, and when he saw his companion chasing after the dwarf winter melon, he stretched out his hand to push away the young man in front of him and chased him out.

Niu Er sat on the ground, looking at the young man with tattoos on his face standing there stupidly, as if he had been frightened out of his soul by that official.

That is, is a mountain more high?

Niu Er looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground.

Niu Er originally thought that he was a capable person. After learning kung fu from Grandpa Wu for so long, he will not be useless.

But with his own ability, he can't even beat the young man with tattoos on his face.

And the young man with the tattoo on his face is obviously not a dwarf winter melon, not an opponent with horizontal eyebrows.

Dwarf winter melon, and that one-word horizontal eyebrow, will not even leave a chance for Niu Er when he moves.

But these two people, in the face of two officials, didn't even have the courage to fight, and they were so frightened that they just wanted to run for their lives.

Niu Er got up from the ground, glanced at the young man standing in the distance, and leaned closer to the horizontal eyebrows.

The middle-aged man with horizontal eyebrows lay on the ground, and the blood flowing from the bottom of his neck soaked the ground, revealing a large pool of gloomy red.

There was a hoarse babbling sound, and the black crow flew down from the sky and landed on the pergola, tilting its head to look at Niu Er, and the corpse in front of Niu Er.

Niu Er took a deep breath and turned over the corpse with a horizontal eyebrow.

The middle-aged man with a horizontal eyebrow died very unwillingly.

With a pair of eyes wide open, I didn't believe until I died, there would really be someone in the world who could make a knife so fast and so superb.

The knife on the middle-aged man's neck is neat. If it weren't for the blood stained on both sides of the wound, it would not have been obvious that it had been cut open by a quick knife.

On the wound, a feather is glued.

Niu Er reached out and twisted out the feather.

The black feathers are straight, like the feathers on the wings of a bird. The neatly arranged feathers shine in the sunlight.

Niu Er threw away the feathers, reached out and grabbed the hairpin on the middle-aged man's thigh, and pulled it out hard.

The hairpin pulled out dragged the middle-aged man's body and shook with it, as if the guy could still feel the pain.

The seventh grandmother took out this hairpin to let Niu Er change his meal when he broke off the cooking on the road.

This hairpin saved Niu Er's life.

Life-saving things, of course, Niu Er is reluctant to exchange them out.

Niu Er wiped the blood stains off the hairpin and put it in his arms.

In the distance, the young man who had been standing in place shook his body and fell to the ground with a pop.

Niu Er looked up, unsure if the guy had been scared to death.