Chapter 602

The stout man suddenly became angry. "Oh, old man, who are you? Did I speak to you? "

The one eyed old man was stunned, "no, you talk to my little girl. Of course, I can explain for my little girl."

"Little girl, little girl, little sister! You said she was your daughter. Is there any evidence? What's your guide? "

The old man was stunned again. "The little old man wanders all the year round, and the guide has long been lost, but we are really father daughter relationship. Do you think the little girl looks like me?"

"Like you? You think I'm blind! The old man has no guide. Who knows what the relationship between you is? Maybe this woman is abducted by you. Maybe although you are father daughter relationship, who knows if you are selling songs during the day and doing that sneaky business at night? Hum, my father has received a series of reports that children are often stolen during this period. Say it! Did you two do it? "

The one eyed old man was startled and fell down on his knees with a plop. He kept shouting injustice.

has the final say, "I'm not the one who has the final say." What's the matter, old man? Do you want your daughter to sing in the room with Mr. Qin, or do you want to go to the Yamen with me? By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My father is the Yamen in the imperial city. The man who asked you to sing the ditty is even bigger. If you don't say it, you will be scared to death. Those who are wise and don't want to go to jail will sing with him, otherwise, hum

The singing girl was already scared to cry, and her one eyed father kept kowtowing and begging for mercy on the ground.

The stout man got impatient and kicked the old man to the ground. And then grab the girl's hand and drag it away. Lao Lai came up with a cry.

Born in the ancient martial arts world, people who can't do martial arts any more have excellent health, so I've never heard of a dog that dares to bite people here.

Although the short and fat man's skill is not weak, Lao Lai's dog strength has greatly increased after learning the magic art taught by Yang Xingchen. In addition, Lao Lai's attack is sudden, so the short and fat man didn't pay attention to it and was suddenly knocked down by Lao Lai.

In anger, Lao Lai opened his mouth wide and gave a hard mouthful to the half face of the stout man. The short and fat man bit and screamed, half of the meat on his face had been torn off, and his body trembled with pain, and he almost failed to get angry. Blood came out of his face.

"The dog wants to die! Except for the woman, the dead old man and the vicious dog cut me down together The horse faced man roared, and more than a dozen of his slaves immediately pulled out their knives and rushed up.

When Lao Lai saw that there were so many people in the family, he was so scared that he left the singing father and daughter and ran away.

"I'll go, this guy. Don't say it's my dog. It's a shame!" Yang Xingchen shook his head.

"Go, if you don't go with us, even you will be cut down!" One of the two slaves forced the singing woman to the horse faced man.

"Dad, Dad, help me!" The woman struggled and cried.

"Ah, what kind of world is this, doing evil! King, come out and see if you want the people to live or not! " An old man couldn't hide in the distance. He shook his head and called in a low voice.

"Damn, this woman is not my family. If it's my sister or my wife, I'll fight with them. What else do I have to die for?" A young man's mouth was fierce, but his legs were slightly shaking.

"Help, rob and kill people in the street! Help Singing girl's one eyed father, who can only play erhu, saw someone rushing up with a big knife and was so scared that he lay on the ground and kept shaking. Besides instinctive shouting, he had no other ability.

"I'll make you cry!" A slave raised his sword and cut it down.

"Oh, Ma!" The crowd watching from afar screamed with fright, and the timid even closed their eyes.

That man's big house slave didn't chop people at once or twice. Twice, he even killed people directly. Because of his strong backing, he didn't do anything at all.

Once there was a blind sufferer who wanted to ask him for some gold coins as compensation, but in the middle of the night he took someone with him to crack. The Yamen just settled the case hastily on the ground that the bandits in the river and lake committed crimes, so this guy is more and more courageous.

What's more, this time it was the order given by Mr. Qin himself. What can he be afraid of.

Whoo! The big knife is holding the frightening wind, flashing the cold light that makes people afraid, whistling down. The serfs even imagined the next step, that is, the blood on the old man's neck would soar when he left home. That feeling, super cool!

Why? No! Why can't this knife go down?

The slave was stunned and fixed his eyes. He didn't know when there was a handsome man standing in front of him. The man was holding the big knife he had cut tightly and looking at himself with a sneer.

The slave was very angry. "NIMA, who are you? You are in charge of our childe Qin's business. Don't come here to pretend that you can do some Qigong. I'll show you how this Qigong is broken!"

The serf said, and forced the big knife to move back and forth in Yang Xingchen's palm. His idea is right. You know, qigong is not afraid of you slashing him fiercely, just afraid of you rowing him slowly. Because qigong practice is a breath, just like a ball. You can't break it with a stick, but you can't leak air with a knife.Of course, Yang Xingchen also understood the meaning of the slave, so he let go of the sword, opened his hand, and let him row on his hand.

"Ha ha ha, God damn it. Are you playing sawmill with this guy? Will you join in, Mr. long? " The old ruffian beside came over laughing.

"Wow, this young master is good at martial arts. He's not afraid of machetes or sabres. Should he be a great Xia? Well, the father and daughter are finally saved. " A man watching in the distance said excitedly.

"Nanwu Guanyin Bodhisattva, protect the father and daughter from this disaster, and bless the great Xia to leave safely!" An aunt kept praying with her hands together.

In the field, the slave finally came to realize that the little white face's palm is not afraid of chopping or rowing. Well, your palm is so powerful, but what about your head?

So the slave did not say a word, brush a big knife high up, according to Yang Xingchen head ruthlessly cut down.

"Ah The crowd from afar screamed again.

"Go to your sister, I won't play with you!" After that, Yang Xingchen kicked the slave out for more than ten meters, spilling blood all the way in the air. When he fell down, he was already dead.

"Ah? You dare to kill my people! It's coming The horse faced man roared angrily.