C4 Crisis

"Da da, da da."

Late at night.

On the street …

A man and a donkey made a rhythmic sound.

The winter night had long since been devoid of any anger.

The remaining snow, the remaining moon, accompanied this outsider, donkey.

The donkey had a big belly and its four small legs moved unwillingly. His fur was shiny, his nose a little white. The young man on the donkey was wearing a fur cloak, and his entire body was curled up inside. His face was red from the cold, and a snot was hanging from his nose.

"Little Treasure, are you cold?" She stroked the donkey's mane and took out a radish from her bosom and placed it in front of the donkey. The donkey's brain was indeed simple.

Qin Xiao was so happy that he laughed out loud and sneezed while laughing. He picked up the corner of his shirt and wiped it. Then his expression turned solemn as he muttered to himself, "How many people in this world can never stop running for what they never get?" I wonder if she's one of them? However, no matter what, she had to finish her mission no matter what!

"Damn it, if only I had a bowl of hot soup. I want another jug of wine to heat my body up, I'll warm my body as well." Do you want me to stew you a hot pot of donkey meat? What do you say? " She patted the donkey's head inquiringly. The donkey seemed to understand, and while panting heavily, it shook its head and raised its neck. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried.

"Donkey meat hotpot, donkey meat fire, donkey-skin gum —" As she chattered about the donkey's food, she seemed to be listening to the bawling of "baw-baw-bob" in her ears.

Two rays of light shot out of his originally listless eyes. In the cold night, taking advantage of the moonlight, he was like a wild beast.

She slightly frowned. It seemed like what her teacher said back then was correct. As expected, there was —

She spurred her horse, no, her donkey, and galloped over. It was just that Little Treasure lost his temper at this moment. He refused to leave no matter what, as if he was angry at her. Qin Xiaoxiao's "Great Treasure" and "Little Treasure" coaxed him until he couldn't see the result. Helplessly, he pulled up the reins and pulled them one step at a time, using all of his skills to rub his hands on the stall.

He roasted his hands over the small stove, smacked his lips, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and leisurely said, "Lanyue is in the sky, Langyue is in the sky!" Eh! The spring breeze blew past his face! How could the sky be covered by dark clouds? May I ask how much a bowl of wonton costs? "

The old man's hand holding the bowl went stiff. He randomly raised his head to look at her, and the drool flowing from the corner of his mouth was about to fall into his bowl. He narrowed his eyes and shifted the topic in disgust as he calmly said, "One bowl for two coins, two bowls for one cup. How many bowls do you want from the stage? "

I have never heard of this method of settling debts, but Qin Xiaomo nodded like he should, "Yeah, the price is fair. Ten gold coins for one, are you willing to sell it? "

"Ten silver coins less isn't even worth thinking about." My wonton is stuffed with dragon meat and phoenix bone. Selling goods and understanding family, you can eat as you please, and don't cause trouble if you don't eat it. "

"I'll give you a hundred silver, I'll take them all."

The old man's bark-like face twitched twice. Suppressing his excitement, his hand trembled as he scooped up a bowl of soup, "Drink a bowl of soup. The wonton is too big; I'm afraid you'll choke."

"Sure." Qin Xiao took the bowl and gulped it down, "Ah, it smells so good! "How's the old man's home?"

"Drifting water. "All dead —" He sighed, no longer moved by any of the vicissitudes of life in the world, and with a touch of sadness on his face, he scooped another bowl and watched the oil flower in the bowl.

"Screech!" Is this true? Did you not pay attention to the candles at night, or — was someone deliberately setting them on fire? "

"The contestants up there won't be able to use it. Some people down there won't be able to see it, and they're all of one mind. My house is destroyed just like that." "It should be, this person lives as though he is sailing in the sea. It is unknown which wave came over and it ended here." He seemed to be speaking very casually, but his raspy voice revealed a subtle sense of relief and relaxation, as if he had finally completed a difficult task.

"No place to seek justice?" Qin Xiao asked in a low voice as he finished the rest of the soup in one gulp.

"There is a little master at home who has been travelling far since he was young. He is waiting for him to come back and rebuild our house with three thatched huts and restore our family's property. At least he will have an explanation for his master."

Qin Xiaoliu nodded, "Which wave did it come from?"

"From the west."

Ka-cha! *

The old man looked up.

Qin Xiaoliu crushed the bowl in his hand.

"Old man, I'm sorry, I'll compensate you in a while." "Rest assured, your little master will definitely come back!" Qin Xiaoliu took out the hundred taels of silver that Dan Rong gave her, "Your wonton money, this wonton is really not bad. You should find a good place to spend the rest of your life after you exchange the money." The wind here is strong, so it's not suitable for you to stay. "

"Little — young master, the night is cold. Go back and rest. Tomorrow, we still have to hurry back." The old man took a deep breath and looked at Qin Xiao with a pained expression.

"Yes, let's hurry." This road still has a long way to go. "

She raised her head and looked at the night sky. Not bad, the stars in the sky were filled with a waning moon. A meteor with a long tail whizzed past.

As he watched her walk away on the donkey, the old man muttered, "Close the stall, close it at last!" His ears twitched as he listened in a distance that did not match his age. As he muttered, he took out two bowls and placed them beside the pot. It was unknown what he was waiting for.

The patrolling old master carried a single saber and a person followed behind him, strolling over. It was strange that he only brought one subordinate with him today. This subordinate was tall and thin, with a straight body, long face, bulging temples, and veins protruding from his forehead. He had never seen such a thing before.

"Elder Liu, you came to investigate the night?" The old man quickly nodded his head and bowed.

"Ah, do you know what time it is? You haven't even closed your stall yet and you're already risking your life to earn money? " Master Liu asked as he knocked on the stall with his knife.

"Elder Liu, please make an exception for me. My business is not doing well today, I was a bit late." "You see, wontons can't be sold. I still have my quilt in the pawnshop in the middle of winter. How am I going to live?" As he said this, he wiped the cloth clean and scooped up two bowls of soup before heading over, "Please warm up both of you first." After he finished speaking, he scooped a bowl for himself and began to drink.

Master Liu drank two mouthfuls and complained, "Why is it so cold this winter? Grandpa's feet were almost numb from the cold. "I said, you should warm up a bit too." He turned around and looked at the person behind him, who was holding a bowl, and did not try to persuade him. "This old man is doing quite well."

The man did not say anything, but took the old man's bowl and gave it to him. He watched the old man take two gulps before he relaxed and began to drink. The man with the surname Liu laughed, "I already said that you were too kind, he even let you off here …" Before he could finish his words, the man glanced at the paper in the old man's hands and snatched it out. He opened it to see that it was 10 taels of silver each, asking with a cold expression, "Where did the money come from?" The voice was as if it had come out of the ground, without any hint of anger or emotion. The old man could not help but shiver. "Th-this is the reward from a man just now."

This time, even those surnamed Liu were suspicious, "What grandpa will reward you with so much money. Obediently and honorably, even if you sold yourself to death, you wouldn't be able to sell yourself for that much money!"

That person did not waste any words as he grabbed the old man's hand. "Who was that person that just left?"

"Yes, yes, wontons."

"What's your last name?"

"Little Zhang." Elder Liu knows. "

"Your surname is Wang!" His surname was also Wang! Right? "

"What is his surname? How would this lowly one know? My surname is Zhang." The old man's hand was grabbed by him, and he was both in pain and panic. His old face was red from holding back his anger, and he was on the verge of crying.

"Master Zhao, his surname is Zhang — —" Before Old Master Liu could finish his words, a crisp sound was heard. Old man Zhang's index and middle fingers had been broken by him.

Elder Liu sucked in a breath of cold air.

Old man Zhang was in so much pain that even tears and snot were flowing out of his eyes. The one surnamed Zhao ground his teeth and asked again, "I'll ask you again, who is that person?"

After only a second, old man Zhang's thumb was broken. Master Liu, who was standing at the side, did not expect this to happen. He was trembling in fear and wanted to say something, but the remaining two fingers of old man Zhang had been cut off! At this moment, he didn't beg for mercy nor speak, only glaring at the person surnamed Zhao.

The one surnamed Zhao released his hand and pushed the old man down, "Who is he? I'll ask you one last time! "

Old man Zhang shrunk his body and said word by word, "Don't know."

That person glared at Elder Liu and said cruelly: "Cut out his eyes!"

Elder Liu's body quivered. Normally, he would just capture some gangsters who ran errands during the night. Those gangsters and thugs did not even need to interrogate him before they all confessed. Seeing this Lord Zhao act so viciously, even though he found it hard to accept, he did not dare to underestimate him. The secret history sent by Nessus was said to have come to capture a felon in the imperial court.

He kicked the old man and said, "Hurry up and tell me who that person is. Don't make Lord Zhao anxious and avoid suffering. Otherwise, I won't be able to protect you." At this time, he didn't dare to call Master Zhao, and just called him Master.

The man rolled his eyes at him. Disgusting that the man was being long-winded, he walked over slowly and squatted down. He grabbed the old man's collar and thrust his fingers into the old man's eyes!

I was afraid of the blood, but just when I was about to close my eyes, I heard a "pow" sound. Lord Zhao let go of the old man, and with a "sou" sound, he jumped up and brushed the snow off his wrist. He looked up and said, "Which hero? "Come out and talk."

A white shadow flew down from the roof and stood tall, staring at the man with the surname Zhao.

The man surnamed Zhao slowly drew his saber and stared at the young man in white. Judging from his accuracy and strength just now, he knew that this young man's kung fu was not weak. He didn't dare to underestimate him.

When Master Liu saw that another incident had occurred, he trembled in fear and said: "A case involving a bailiff, don't cause trouble if it is unrelated." Saying that, he looked at old man Zhang and cried out, "Master! Lord! "Not good, he's dead!" He was horrified to see old man Zhang straightening his legs. His face was in pain, and the blood flowing out of his mouth dyed the snow around him a deep red.

It was snow-white and blood-red.

He quickly turned his head to take a glance and said with a chuckle, "He's dead, so it's the same if I keep him!" He didn't want to distract the uninvited guest, so he only paid attention to whether or not the uninvited guest had hidden hidden hidden weapons with his empty hands.

Since experts were in front of him, the best course of action was to wait for the other party to make a move and find his weakness. He didn't dare to slight the great reputation of Mo Qingcheng. Seeing that he did not move forward, Mo Qingfeng took out a soft sword from his waist, and with a 'whoosh' sound, he pulled it out.

Just as Swordflower was about to step forward, he heard the Liu fellow shriek miserably as he rolled on the ground. This surnamed Zhao frowned. He was worried that Zhao was in the way, so his complexion changed. Something was wrong! Even if he only broke his finger, even if he was old and weak to the point of death, what about the blood he vomited? Realizing that the situation was not good, his entire body quivered. That bowl of soup, that bowl of soup was actually poisonous. What he wanted to bid against was the heart of someone who was about to perish together with him!

Just as Mo Qingfeng was wondering, that surnamed Zhao was grabbing onto his stomach as he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. Forcefully holding onto his luck, he used his blade to lean on the ground and turned around to escape. He had only taken two steps before he fell to the ground, twitching. Finally, he died as well.

Mo Qingfeng walked over to old man Zhang and bent down. He wanted to see if there was any hope for him, but he felt that there was a light on the rooftop opposite him, and his heart cried 'Not good!'

The mantis pounced on the cicada while the oriole followed behind!

When he looked again, there was a flash of light and he was gone.

He sighed and ran in the direction of where Qin Xiao was heading.