It was not easy to see this legendary Zhennan general, and Ishikawa had to wait in the small hall of the outer mansion with almost a thousand taels of silver tickets, and there were several men with fierce faces waiting with him, and they sat there with a big grin, and at first glance they were bandits or people who had killed countless people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After entering the small hall, Ishikawa found a corner at random and sat down, looking at his nose, nose and mouth, and his mouth and heart began to settle down, and the shouts of several people in his ears passed by like a breeze, even if someone ridiculed him for his small body, he must have been receiving the general by selling his ass.

Time passed minute by minute, and from morning to nightfall, several people in the small hall were not received by General Yanguo Zhennan, and the second and third days were still the same, Ishikawa wasted three days, and spent a lot of money, but he didn't even see General Zhennan's face.

On the fourth day, I waited from morning to afternoon, Ishikawa was fine, and the other people were already extremely impatient, one of them was a big man with a scar on his face and at least seven feet tall, and he overturned the small table in front of him, and scolded angrily: "His grandmother General Di just let us wait for a long time, what kind of goods is this kid, and he deserves to wait with our family!?"

Ishikawa's eyebrows raised slightly, it seemed that he had become the target of these people to vent their anger, and now that everyone was in the general's mansion, did they dare to be so arrogant?

Before Ishikawa finished thinking, several other people also shouted, and their words became more and more vulgar and ugly, and they all seemed to be about to vent their anger on the kid in front of him who seemed to be the best bully.

It was still the big man with the scar who raised his head, stepped in front of Ishikawa in two steps, and the spit star was almost splashed on Ishikawa's face: "Lao Tzu is the leader of the Yannan Black Dragon Gang, these are all tycoons of the rivers and lakes who are equivalent to Lao Tzu's identity, where did you come from, why haven't you seen you before?"

"I'm from the Green Mountains, and the cottage doesn't have a name. Ishikawa didn't raise his head and replied in a low voice.

"The bandits in the Qingying Mountain? I haven't heard of it, just like you, you still want to be a general's guest, according to Lao Tzu, you might as well lick the soles of our shoes obediently and climb out of Lao Tzu's crotch yourself." ”

The others were stunned, and for a while, there was an endless stream of foul language in the small hall.

Ishikawa finally opened his eyes and raised his head, glanced coldly at the scarred man in front of him, and said indifferently: "Get out!"

The scar man choked, there was a brief silence in the small hall, and then everyone laughed wildly, the sound shook the roof, the scar man laughed almost out of breath, and said gloomily after laughing: "Toast and don't eat and drink, you kid seems to be impatient, uneducated things, Master Long will teach you how to respect the seniors on the rivers and lakes now!"

Before the words fell, the scarred man stretched out his big fan-like hand and pressed his head towards the top of Ishikawa's head.

The wind was howling, and the scarred man looked at his empty palm with some surprise.

Ishikawa didn't make any moves, and moved back a few feet with the chair, avoiding the big hand that fell on the top of the head, and then he asked with some confusion: "Isn't there any obstacle to killing people in the general's mansion?"

For a while, there was a loud drum noise in the small hall.

"Boss Long, break this kid's heavenly spirit cover and use his head as a toilet. ”

"Let him understand that not everyone can enter this door. ”

"Old Dragon, spare him his life, this person's ass is useful to Lao Tzu. ”

"This kid is so ignorant, he must be raised by an unrighteous ****, and the one who taught him kung fu is also a rotten pit that 10,000 people ride, haha!"

Although the scar man was a little puzzled, he was already hot-headed under the clamor of everyone, so he gritted his teeth and said with a cruel smile: "There is still a brush, those who can go up, and those who can't die, that's the rule here, die!" After speaking, his palms came out together, and the two palms attacked towards Ishikawa.

"That's ......"

In the afternoon, the steward of the inner court of the general's mansion came to the door of the small hall with a figure-eight step, cleared his throat fully, and was about to accept the flattery of these high-rollers who were majestic outside on weekdays and were now very careful in front of him, and announced at the same time that the general was drunk today, and had no time to meet them.

Hey, something is wrong today, how can the small hall, which used to be almost noisy, be as quiet as no one today? Do they dare to leave without listening to my greetings? Do you want Lao Tzu to speak well in front of the general in the future? The steward of the inner court was furious, and he didn't take any more steps, so he stepped up a few times and went straight to the main door of the small hall, and opened his mouth to scold.

Gross, what's this smell like?

It was impossible for him to scold, the first word was in his throat, and then he vomited all the food he ate at noon, until he vomited until there was not even a drop of acid water left in the stomach bag, and the housekeeper of the inner court didn't care about wiping the disgusting vomit residue at the corner of his mouth, and asked tremblingly: "This, this, what's going on?"

In the middle of the small hall, a handsome young man gently dropped the small knife in his hand, raised his head and replied with a sunny smile: "It's okay, my hands are a little itchy, it just so happens that this hero is generous and dedicated, and the small one is just used to practice his hands." ”

The steward of the inner court trembled and finally glanced at the thing at the young man's feet, yes, it's a thing, can this still be regarded as a person? This thing has disappeared from all the flesh and blood below the ****, the skeleton is intact and not missing at all, **** up, only the heart is clearly visible, still beating slightly, the other places are empty, the thin tube on the neck, is it the trachea that people rely on for breathing? The head has been opened, the face is empty, what is that stool-like gray thing, is it the brain?

Vomit!

The steward of the inner court wanted to vomit, but he had emptied his stomach just now, and he couldn't vomit anything anymore, so the young man stood up, patted his clean hands that were not stained with a little flesh, and asked in a loud voice: "The general is going to summon me, are you waiting?" ”

The rest of the people who fainted on the ground were kicked awake by Ishikawa alone, and any of them thought that they were used to seeing bloody scenes, but they had never seen this person in front of them so concentrate on killing people and cutting meat as an art, and several bosses changed their arrogant and domineering appearances, and cowered and hid in the corner of the small hall like a little daughter-in-law who was angry and didn't dare to speak.

After Ishikawa kicked a few people, he stopped caring about them, turned around and said with some dissatisfaction: "I have heard that there are executioners with superb knife skills in the previous dynasty who can cut more than 5,600 knives without causing death, I have just cut just over 5,000 knives, at least 600 knives are still behind to surpass the achievements of the predecessors, now it seems that it is a little difficult, you might as well wait for a while, let me complete this human carving." (To be continued.) )