flapping wings

In the restaurant, 25 people stood up and quickly surrounded the table.

"Sister Die, Yu Ruyi has been assigned to this kid, should we first find out the whereabouts of this thing before handing him over?"

"No, don't make extra troubles, and make a quick decision."

"Okay, then I'll take care of this one first!"

The machete split the air and swung it towards Mu Xiaoque's head. The branched strands of hair broke in the air and were blown down in the air.

At this moment, Qi Ping suddenly fell short, kicked the stool and directly hit the important things of the big man behind him.

With a scream, Mu Xiaoque cooperatively picked up the table and threw it in one direction.

Qi Ping crawled to Hua Buluo's side, with the dagger in his hand across his neck, he shouted: "If you dare to move again, I will kill him! Don't pretend, get up!"

The people around were stunned, and a strange atmosphere gradually filled the air.

The group of people looked at each other, Yan Fengdie slowly pulled out the whip in her hand, and the others tightened their hands holding the weapon, and she nodded, all kinds of weapons greeted Qi Ping.

"Fuck!" Qi Ping couldn't help cursing, picked up the flower and swung it around in the air, dodging all kinds of weapons that attacked, and said angrily: "Trash! Que'er, this trash is even more trash than me!"

Mu Xiaojue jumped to Qi Ping's side and held the sword to block the whip that Yan Fengdie swung, but the whip wrapped around the edge of the sword and rolled towards his waist like a living thing.

Mu Xiaoque turned sideways to hide, but in the next second, he saw the end of the whip suddenly turned around and pulled towards his wrist. He couldn't help but let out a small gasp, feeling that the opponent's move was quite mysterious.

He wanted to draw his sword back, but Yan Fengdie seemed to have seen through his intentions.

She flicked her wrist lightly, twisted the whip body in a circle, completely wrapped around Mu Xiaoque's sword, and then retreated forcefully with her elbow, trying to shake off the opponent's weapon, but pulled him along with her.

Mu Xiaoque lightly pressed her fingertips to the hilt of the sword, and her strong internal force hit the meridian in Yanfengdie's palm along the whip body.

Mu Xiaoque's sword move suddenly changed, the whip turned around and wrapped around Yanfengdie's neck.

Yan Fengdie stretched out her hand to grab it, but saw the whip slipping down her arm like a fish, and then tightly strangled her neck.

Mu Xiaoque looked at Qi Ping, who was carrying a half-dead man who was running around the hall and throwing tables, chairs and benches. His cold words resounded through the restaurant: "Put down your weapon, or I'll kill her!"

The scene froze, at this time Yan Fengdie's face was bruised, her hands were convulsively scratching the whip, and she knelt down slowly on the ground.

Mu Xiaoque controlled the twisting force with a stern expression, without even looking at Yan Fengdie, who had protruding eyes, and counted softly: "Three, two, one"

Just when he was about to continue exerting force, the first clang sounded, and then the weapon fell to the ground with a bang, as if playing a ditty.

Qi Ping jumped to Mu Xiaoque's side, threw it on the ground, gasped and said: "This dead pig is too heavy."

Mu Xiaoque looked at the blood on Qi Ping's face, frowned and wiped it, seeing the breach under the scab, her whole face was completely clouded.

The hand holding the whip suddenly exerted force, pulling Yan Fengdie directly to the ground, almost sticking out his tongue.

"Your Excellency's words don't count!"

"The antidote!" Mu Xiaoque stretched out his feet and kicked Hua Buluo a few times, let go of the whip in distaste, he touched several big holes of Yanfengdie, stepped on his feet, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Qi Ping's wounds.

Qi Ping asked curiously: "Que'er, why did I vomit blood just now? To be honest, I was scared myself."

"Too much poison," Mu Xiaoque explained casually, and looked down at the big man who had detoxified: "The origin, the purpose, how did you find us?"

"Baihu Village on the hill outside Yunhe City," the big man sniffed Yanfengdie's breath, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He pointed to Qi Ping and said: "To kill this little brother, the anonymous reward just revealed today, someone paid 1 taels for his life, no matter whether he lacks an arm or a leg, as long as he is alive, we just go out to drink as usual today, it just so happens Met you."

"Why do you want to buy my life?" Hearing this question, the man couldn't help but look up at him, obviously scolding him for "asking knowingly".

Qi Ping scratched his head in distress and looked at Mu Xiaoque and said, "It's over now, no one will believe me if the thing is not here."

Hua Buluo coughed twice and got up from the ground. Seeing the chaotic scene around her, she couldn't help being a little confused.

After a while, his memory came back to him, he knelt on the ground covering his head, and wailed, "It's over, my fame has been ruined!"

"Trash, stop howling!" Qi Ping shook his sore arm: "Que'er, what about these people?"

"Hero, let us go!" The big man kowtowed three times and swore to God, "If I mess with you again, my brothers and sisters in Baihuzhai will die a terrible death."

Mu Xiaoque kicked Yan Fengdie on the big man: "Keep the money for compensation for the restaurant, and get out!"

After Qi Ping discussed with the shopkeeper of the restaurant, he paid another 50 taels of silver, his face wrinkled with anger.

Holding his empty purse, he ran to Mu Xiaoque and complained: "I shouldn't have let those people go, I don't have any money now."

Mu Xiaoque casually threw her purse over: "I'll give you all, let's go."

When several people came out of the restaurant, it was already dark, the lights of thousands of houses were on, and the sky was full of stars. Under such a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, several people felt quite uneasy.

Hua Buluo is still immersed in the pain of the horse stumbled, and Qi Ping's heart is full of twists and turns, but he still can't get rid of the fog in front of him.

Mu Xiaoque lowered her eyes and pondered, feeling more and more that the purpose behind this anonymous reward was not pure.

Passing through a quiet alley, Mu Xiaoque suddenly raised his head and looked forward, only to see many people standing vaguely in the thick darkness.

A male voice came: "We only want this little brother from the Qi family, and the other two brothers really don't have to plunge into this muddy water."

"His grandma is bullying grandpa's face." Hua Buluo shook her head, and there was a crackling sound in her neck, "You alone dare to threaten me with bold words!"

The weapons reflected cold light, and there was no more nonsense, a group of people surrounded them, and as soon as they met, blood spattered everywhere, which was extremely intense.

The three of them formed angles and attacked in three directions respectively. The space behind each other was tightly protected, and the cooperation was quite tacit at the beginning.

But gradually, more and more people came to Qi Ping's side, and he struggled to deal with it. During the fight, he couldn't help but retreat slowly, causing the safe area to gradually shrink.

Gritting his teeth tightly, he swung his sword to catch the heavy ax coming from the left.

There was a loud bang, and the sword almost flew out of his hand. He stepped back halfway, and the arm holding the sword trembled.

Suddenly, a scimitar was chopped out from the side, and Qi Ping just stretched out his hand to catch the blade with his bare hands, when he was thrown flying away.

Mu Xiaoque punched him hard before throwing him to the other side where there were few people, and facing most of the enemies by herself.

Qi Ping glanced over there, the splashed blood glistened faintly like thick ink spilled under the starlight.

And Mu Xiaoque completely disappeared into the crowd, and Qi Ping's mind suddenly went blank.

He hurriedly closed his eyes to gather himself, twisted the base of his thigh fiercely, faced his enemy, swept his sword out, glanced sideways from the corner of his eye and shouted: "Que'er, I miss you so much!"

"Are you stupid after taking poison?" Although Mu Xiaoque said so, she still nodded half of her head from the crowd.

Then he continued to bury himself in the crowd, the warm blood sprayed on his face and even splashed into his ears, it was so viscous and disgusting.

Hua Buluo waited for a long time, and gradually became a little angry, cursing: "His grandma's, what about me? I'm not human?"

"Trash, hurry up and fight," Qi Ping pierced a man's chest with his sword, turning his head to avoid the sharp sword attacking his neck.

He twisted his wrist slightly, and the tip of the sword slid across another person's neck, blood spattered, Qi Ping blinked his blood-soaked eyes, and then answered the unfinished sentence: "It's useless to push, I'll cut you straight."

Out of the corner of his eye, another ax struck at the top of his head. Qi Ping spit bloody saliva on the person in front of him.

Qi Ping took advantage of his stunned moment, turned around and rushed towards the ax head-on, stabbing the man holding the axe with his sword.

There was a moment of hesitation on the other party's face, and in the end he didn't dodge or dodge, and made up his mind to let Qi Ping see the blood even if his bones were broken.

When the ax was less than two centimeters away from Qi Ping's head, he suddenly tilted his weight to the side, twisted his wrist slightly, passed through the gap between the man's arms, and pierced his heart with a sword.

Raising his hand to quickly catch the ax that fell towards his neck, he turned around and kicked him into the crowd like a human shell.

Qi Ping hastily bent down to avoid the knife that was attacking him by the man behind him who had just recovered from the spit, and threw the ax back in his hand.

There was a cracking sound of the skull, and the man fell backwards with the ax embedded in his face. At the same time, Qi Ping moved forward with the tip of his sword, killing the last person in front of him with one strike.

He rushed to Mu Xiaoque's side in a hurry, and launched a pincer attack from the outside. He didn't dare to shift his attention until the last person was left.

I saw that the outer robe on Mu Xiaoque's body had basically turned into a blood robe, and his blood-soaked hair stuck to his face, only the headband was still flowing, flying in the air with Mu Xiaoque's movements.

"Hey, hey," Hua Buluo said angrily, "Stop standing like a grandma, come and help me!"

Qi Ping gave him a disgusted look, but immediately rushed to fight.

In the end, no one paid attention to the morality and immorality of Jianghu. Mu Xiaoque threw out a scimitar and launched a surprise attack from behind, nailing the last person to the wall.

Qi Ping was so tired that he sat down in a pool of blood, panted heavily and rubbed his sore arms, and glanced around under the moonlight, there were all corpses, roughly 50 or so.

He shook his head and sighed, "Damn it... I can't help myself."

"Brother Mu, are you injured?" Mu Xiaoque froze with her back to Qi Ping's body, looking gloomyly at Hua Buluo.

There was a scream from behind, and he turned innocently to look at Qi Ping who was rushing over, shrugged and said, "Small injury."

There was a bony knife wound across Mu Xiaoque's left arm. At this time, he had already wrapped a pimple casually. Due to his haste, the wound opened again, and blood flowed out from it.

Qi Ping's heart was about to burst, and the bright red blood seemed to flow from his heart.

"I am my ancestor, this is called a small injury!" Qi Ping's sharp roar sounded, Hua Buluo's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his ears.

Mu Xiaoque quickly blocked his mouth: "Don't make noise, someone will come later."

Qi Ping lowered his head, and suddenly a drop of crystal clear water fell on Mu Xiaoque's blood-smeared arm, and he kept saying to himself in his heart: "You are a disaster! These people are all after you!"

"Brother Hua, I'll take Xiao Qi to visit the stronghold," Mu Xiaoque turned to Hua Buluo, with an obvious expression on his face, "Go back to Zhou's house yourself, if you dare to talk nonsense, you will die."

Hua Buluo just snorted, stopped talking nonsense, turned around and left, he obviously didn't want to go to that stronghold and cause trouble for himself.