Chapter 262

Whoosh - bang!

Bang!

After a series of sounds.

The man who was still standing at the door flirting with Yi Xiaoqiao had already laid on the ground and smashed several tables and chairs by the way.

The bustling and bustling restaurant seemed to be pressed the pause button, and suddenly it was quiet.

From top to bottom, they all looked at Yi Xiaoqiao with awe.

In addition to the boy who had teased her, he lay on the ground, clutching his back, and groaned in a low voice.

"Bitch, you dare to hit me and hit her!"

As soon as the words came out, four or five young men ran down the stairs. They were all armed and stared at Yi Xiaoqiao.

But no one dared to come forward for a moment. Although there were many of them, Yi Xiaoqiao just blew his young master away. The girl must be hidden.

There are many noble and strange people in Kyoto. If they accidentally offend any noble, they may not know how to die.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at the rope in his hand: "my wine..."

"If you dare to hit my young master, you will die." A man rushed relentlessly with a stick and hit Yi Xiaoqiao with a stick.

Yi Xiaoqiao leaned over the stick and kicked it on the man's chest. With great strength, he kicked the man upside down and hit the young master.

The young master just sat up. Unexpectedly, he was pressed down again before he got up completely. This time, his groans were much lower and he was powerless. It seems that he can't do what he wants.

Several people saw their own people suffer losses one after another and rushed over together.

Yi Xiaoqiao held one of the sticks, and then hit the rest with one punch and one foot.

After smashing several tables in succession, several people finally realized that the seemingly weak girl was not as easy to mess with as they thought. At least ordinary people couldn't hold Yi Xiaoqiao.

"You..."

The young master finally propped up half his body. Yi Xiaoqiao kicked him to the ground, stepped on his chest, and handed the rope to him: "compensate me!"

"I... you... Do you know who I am? My father is..."

"I don't care who you are. If you break my wine, you have to compensate me." After leaving Mu Yi'an, Yi Xiaoqiao held back his anger. He thought that his anger would go down after being quiet for a period of time, but when he came here today, the unknown fire was confessed again, especially when the man came to flirt with her regardless of the scene. Yi Xiaoqiao really wanted to kick him to the north pole to make him sober!

"My father is the Minister of household, you..."

"Your father?" Yi Xiaoqiao kicked him out under his feet and said gnashing his teeth, "my man is still a prince. Don't talk nonsense and compensate me immediately!"

"You... You..." the man felt more and more chest pain, as if there were a thousand kilograms of boulders falling on his chest: "compensate, I compensate..."

The shopkeeper had already prepared and hurriedly came over with a jar of bamboo leaves: "madam, be careful."

Yi Xiaoqiao glanced sideways at the shopkeeper, picked up Zhuyeqing and turned away.

The man shrank into shrimps, covering his chest and gasping.

"Young master, young master, are you all right?" The guards of the boys who had been knocked to the ground ran over one after another.

The young master waved them away: "go away, a group of fools. You can't even beat a woman."

"Young master, please slow down." A young man in green came up to him and the dog leg held his arm: "young master, this woman is really powerful. In the opinion of slaves, I'd better wait for the room guard to come and catch her?"

"Catch it, you must catch it!" The young master bited his back teeth fiercely: "this bitch dares to hit me. When I catch her, I'll hang her on the bed so that she can't get out of bed."

Then he covered his waist and hissed, "Lao Tzu's waist -"

"Young master, be careful. Don't flash your waist..."

The young master gasped twice and stared at the guard: "what are you looking at? Don't follow me. If she runs away, I'll cut off your dog legs!"

"Yes, yes." The two men ran away.

"Young master, be careful of the threshold." The boy reminded me carefully.

The young master crossed his waist, raised his head, and tested the threshold a little: "why is this special threshold so high? I'll give it back -"

Creak——

Creak——

There was a slight sound from the stairs, mixed with the sound of whispering, like a sharp blade on the chest, very clear.

The young master seemed to feel it. He looked askew, but he saw a man walking slowly downstairs and already in front of him.

This life is an angular face. His eyes are shining like two pearls. His skin color is not the snow-white advocated by Kyoto, but a little yellow wheat color. He holds a blue and white porcelain wine pot in his hand.

He looked up and drank. The glittering drops of water slid down his neck, and the sexy Adam's apple rolled gently. The scene was provocative.

The young master drew from the corner of his lips: "dead drunkard, get away."

As soon as the voice fell, I just felt a gust of wind coming towards my face. Before the young master reacted, he felt a pain in his chest, flew out uncontrollably, hit the wall, rolled to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and completely fainted.

Several boys were stunned. I didn't expect this man to hit so hard.

"You... Who are you..."

"No, no, no, don't fight." The shopkeeper hurriedly came to round the court: "don't fight, don't fight, this is the North King."

North King!

The boys were stunned and looked at Mu Yi'an carefully. It wasn't the man who came into the city on a high horse that day. Why was he here and deliberately ran over to kick their young master? Is what the woman said... True?

Mu Yi'an swept his cold eyes.

Several people knelt down one after another and begged for mercy: "northern king, forgive me. I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai. Forgive me."

Mu Yi'an drank up a pot of wine, gently shook the pot, threw it on the ground, and the pot made a "clang".

A few people were scared to shrink, and even the atmosphere dared not breathe.

It is said that the North King can take the first rank of general among millions of enemy troops. He is very powerful. When he hasn't seen him before, he listened to his legend and worshipped him. Now he sees him with his own eyes, but he feels that this man is as cold as ice and as sharp as a knife. It seems that his eyes and actions are all with a sharp blade and can cut people with a knife.

He came slowly.

The crowd gave way one after another and automatically gave him a way.

Mu Yian walked to the man in the corner step by step. He had fainted and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Mu Yi'an picked him up from the ground with his neck collar and dragged him to the door. He threw him out like a pile of garbage: "get out."

Several boys, if granted amnesty, ran out one after another.

The shopkeeper wiped his cold sweat and smiled pleasantly: "Lord, wine and vegetables have been prepared for you upstairs. Look..."

Mu Yian took out a ingot of gold and gave it to him: "I'll compensate you."

"It's just a wine pot, Lord. You're too polite."

Mu Yi'an didn't look back and left the Wangchuan building directly.