Abandoned Chaifu Farming Daily [Transmigration Book]

"Are they really going to kill people?"

The answer to Ruan Jia was the sound of knives, and just when his heart was in his throat, someone outside suddenly shouted: "Whose silver has fallen! 100 taels, whose is it, come and pick it up!"

A group of people keenly caught the sound amidst the noise, and flocked to look at it, but the silver seemed to have fallen on the other side of the street, so the courtyard was immediately emptied.

The officers and soldiers who were about to kill with their knives were stunned for a moment. Seeing that there was no one to kill, they rushed into the yard, but they saw several pots of flowers and colorful water poured down from their heads. Two masked men descended from the sky, one tall and the other Short, one left and one right guarded the door.

The officers and soldiers only felt that the smell of the water was extremely strange, and they thought it was poison or something in horror, so they hurriedly said: "What the hell is this!"

One person recognized it: "It seems to be the water for dyeing cloth in a dyeing workshop."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The short one of the two said in a low voice, and poked the spear in his hand unskillfully, "Dare to step forward and try! Today is the day of your death!"

The officers and soldiers snorted coldly, and the masked tall man also reminded his companions in a low voice: "We can't beat them, there are a lot of them."

The short man was stunned: "Can't beat it? Why don't you say it sooner?"

The tall man scratched his head: "It's not that I didn't have time... What should I do now? They're coming!"

The short man didn't hesitate: "What should I do? Of course it's running!"

The tall man was stunned for a moment: "But Brother Ye and the others are still inside!"

The short man looked at the crowd rushing in front of him, pulled the tall man who was still hesitating, and ran away: "We're doing our best, let the two of them quarrel, our little lives are at stake!"

The tall man was dragged by him and ran towards the end of the long street, but the officers and soldiers believed that they were accomplices, and they were divided into special soldiers to chase them all the way.For a while, the street was full of fleeing people, people picking up money, officers and soldiers chasing the two, and two figures jumping up and down. If it weren't for the billowing black smoke, it would have looked more lively than the Spring Festival.

The tall man didn't forget to shout while running: "Brother Ye! They're coming in! We can't stop them! Be careful!"

Ruan Jia in the courtyard heard: "Is this Liu Hou'er?"

Ye Shaoyuan hummed: "Ask the two of them for a little help."

Ruan Jia instantly understood that they set the fire, but Ye Shaoyuan pushed him to the back and drew out his long sword: "Wait for me here."

Ruan Jia knew that this was the only way to go, so she obediently stayed where she was, and suddenly remembered something: "Tang Bai is still in King Zhao's hands! Hurry up and save him!"

"Oh," Ye Shaoyuan responded perfunctorily, "I'll go see if he's dead."

Of course Tang Bai didn't die at this time, after all King Zhao didn't intend to kill him at all.But at this time King Zhao was furious, which made him a little embarrassed.

He secretly held the dagger in his hand, analyzing the situation in his heart.

The whole Wangshan Town was messed up by Ye Shaoyuan's people, so King Zhao's support will not be too much in a short period of time—but there is still, so in terms of force value, King Zhao is superior, and the longer the time drags on, the more King Zhao will be supported. The more support he has, Ye Shaoyuan will gradually fall into a disadvantage.

The only uncertain factor is that Ye Shaoyuan's force value seems to be very high, can King Zhao beat him?If not, let Ye Shaoyuan hit five, I'm afraid the situation will be unfavorable for King Zhao.

Thinking of this, he squinted his eyes and saw a vigorous figure approaching with a sword in the gray area, knocking down one with one move, and knocking down one with two moves. King Zhao also calmed down a bit, and sneered when he saw this, He casually pulled out the long knife at his waist, charged up and threw it out, and it hit Ye Shaoyuan's head like a discus throw!

The military long knife is much heavier than Ye Shaoyuan's saber, at this moment Feixuan rushed to shoot with astonishing momentum.

Ye Shaoyuan's expression froze, and the rapier attached his internal force to a point on the blade that was approaching at a high speed, drawing a series of small flames, and at the same time there was a sharp sound.

Then he lifted his wrist to eliminate the remaining power on the heavy knife, and then turned the tip of the sword again, and the heavy knife turned around like thin paper, and fell to Ye Shaoyuan's feet with a clang.

Ye Shaoyuan took a sword flower and looked at King Zhao quietly, while King Zhao applauded without hesitation: "Good swordsmanship!"

Ye Shaoyuan said: "In terms of martial arts, my second brother can't last a stick of incense under my hands."

King Zhao looked around and finished the sentence for him: "And at least within a stick of incense, I won't get new reinforcements, so I'm doomed."

Ye Shaoyuan raised his sword and pointed at him: "Surrender."

King Zhao looked at him and smiled: "Do you think I will surrender?"

Ye Shaoyuan knew that he would not, so the two of them had to fight, so he pursed his lips and raised his sword to kill, the move was a killer move!

King Zhao dodged back, but still couldn't dodge his sword, and suddenly kicked a corpse at the critical moment, staggered and sat on the ground, and touched a cold iron tool.

Seeing him sitting down on the ground, Ye Shaoyuan's sword turned downwards, still going straight for his throat, but King Zhao fought back fiercely, with a silver light flashing across his hand, and caught his sword's edge—it turned out to be a long spear!

The rapier intersected with the long spear, the sword was short and the spear was long, and the tip of the spear was right under Ye Shaoyuan's nose, and the cold air cut off a strand of his temple hair.

"Third brother, you were indeed the strongest one in the race competitions in the past." King Zhao looked at him with blood in his eyes and smiled, "But when it comes to the battlefield, that may not be the case."

Ye Shaoyuan was stunned for a moment, King Zhao took the opportunity to swing his spear, forcing him to retreat, then turned around again, and stabbed him with a spear!

"What is the most important thing on the battlefield, let the second brother teach you!"

At this time, a soldier under King Zhao was surrounded and retreated, and entered the battlefield between the two of them, and he happened to be standing on the track where King Zhao stabbed Ye Shaoyuan.

However, King Zhao didn't even lift his eyelids, and just pierced his subordinate's chest like this. The silver spear tip carried the smell of blood and pieces of meat, and attacked Ye Shaoyuan relentlessly!

The smell of blood brought back some not-so-good memories for Ye Shaoyuan, and made his wrist feel imperceptible.

However, King Zhao was keenly aware of his reaction, and immediately burst out laughing, swinging the spear jokingly, letting it stir in his subordinate's chest, the poor soldier could only spit out blood, and the blood flowed down the barrel of the gun , like a bloody curtain.

King Zhao still thought it was not enough, and said with a smile: "Third brother, do you think this person looks like when our elder brother died?"

Ye Shaoyuan's eyes were shocked, and the long sword was like a wind and thunder snake, and it reached King Zhao's chest in an instant. King Zhao didn't dodge or dodge, and directly used the soldier as a fulcrum, flying and kicking horizontally, and the strike came first, forcing Ye Shaoyuan to return his sword to defend.

The two fought back and forth, and the soldier had already torn a big hole in his chest due to his exertion, and he could clearly see the bright red internal organs inside.

But he still had a breath left, and unconsciously tilted his head to the side, that pale young face, jaw full of blood, and slack pupils were all facing Ye Shaoyuan.

"He actually looks like big brother." King Zhao said with a smile, "Third brother, do you think he looks like him?"

Ye Shaoyuan's complexion was pale and transparent, and he suddenly raised his sword and pointed at King Zhao: "Are you only going to use big brother to provoke me?"

King Zhao stood with his gun in his hand, he said casually, "No way, this trick is easier to use."

Ye Shaoyuan said: "That's your big brother too, Ye Shaoqian!"

King Zhao looked at him: "Yes, I never denied it."

Ye Shaoyuan just shook his head, King Zhao thought for a while: "Actually, I also regretted that night when I killed him."

"I regret that I didn't kill him when he first came looking for me, but I had to wait until he broke my love with Mingyu, so I had to kill him... Otherwise, he wouldn't have to die so badly, alas."

Ye Shaoyuan just looked at him expressionlessly, the sword's edge was like cold moon and frost, dazzing and compelling in the blood mist and gray.

King Zhao was flickered by the sword light, and suddenly thought of something: "Third brother, elder brother likes you, do you know that?"

He smiled wickedly, observing Ye Shaoyuan's expression with great interest.

But Ye Shaoyuan's expression was indifferent: "Brother also likes you. He has accepted many punishments for you, and how many blames he has taken on you, but you don't appreciate it."

King Zhao sighed and shook his head: "That's different. He has always been fond of you... That feeling is just like the father and the queen to the mother."

He hinted it couldn't be more obvious, and Ye Shaoyuan's expression became cold and hard: "I have learned how father and queen feel about mother, not from elder brother, that is completely different."

King Zhao raised his eyebrows: "From that brother of yours?"

Ye Shaoyuan didn't bother to answer: "Go ahead. I won't show mercy this time."

King Zhao reacted quickly: "Are you going to kill me? Pierce my chest with a sword? As far as I know, you used to kill people in a state of madness...you never killed someone while awake, right?"

"A gentleman with clean hands, huh?" He looked at Ye Shaoyuan teasingly and jokingly, "So, am I the first person you killed?"

"No." Ye Shaoyuan said calmly, "Not even the second or third. Ye Shaoqian, I have killed many people."

King Zhao was silent for a moment, showing a stunned expression that was too late to hide, but saw that Ye Shaoyuan had already struck like a gust of wind, and a sword went straight to his heart!

At that moment, time became extremely slow, King Zhao could even clearly see Ye Shaoyuan's fluttering temple hair, and his star-cold eyes.

It was also from this look that he suddenly realized that Ye Shaoyuan was really not the third prince from before.

King Zhao was greatly surprised by this recognition, he didn't even have time to care about his own life and death, and his mind was full of Ye Shaoyuan's eyes.

who is it?Zhao Wangmo asked, even the death of the crown prince did not change Ye Shaoyuan, but only split him into two people—then who, who turned him from a gentle jade into a sharp knife in the end?

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