Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

The next day, early morning.

Li Changshou led his star-fishing black horse.

The whole body is jet black, with a white patch on his forehead like a star.

Therefore, it is called Diao Xing Wu Ma.

The young Xianbei man in the sack made no movement.

Li Changshou kicked him hard, and the young Xianbei talent started to move again.

After confirming that the other party is still alive.

Li Changshou held the horse and prepared to leave.

At this time, several Xianbei soldiers came out.

One of the Xianbei soldiers stopped Li Changshou.

"Why!"

"You, what is this?"

The Xianbei soldier spoke not fluent Chinese and pointed at the sack on Li Changshou's horse.

Li Changshou took out some broken silver from his arms and placed it in the hands of the Xianbei soldiers.

She told him in Xianbei dialect: "It's nothing, just some local specialties."

The Xianbei soldier looked at the broken silver in his hand and smiled.

He patted Li Changshou on the shoulder.

Before leaving, Li Changshou heard the Xianbei soldiers talking.

In accordance with the order, they came here to pick up Ajia who was returning to the court.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

As if he heard the noise outside, the young Xianbei man in the sack began to struggle violently.

However, it did not attract the attention of the Xianbei soldiers who collected the money.

"drive!"

Li Changshou rode away.

The Xianbei soldiers looked at Li Changshou and left before their eyes.

Watching their way of life cut off in front of them is undoubtedly the cruelest punishment for the young Xianbei people in the sack.

.............

Weicheng.

The wind has been blowing hard for days, and there are thick clouds everywhere.

The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board and treating all living beings as fish and meat.

A restaurant on the corner.

Some guys pulling carts were sitting around a table.

Eating hot freshly cooked noodles and chatting about interesting things from all over the world.

Opposite the restaurant is a splendid restaurant.

Golden Lotus Pavilion.

These guys were eating noodles here while waiting for people to come out of the attic.

Most of the people who come out there have a few bucks in their hands and can afford to ride in a car.

The attic was brightly lit, and laughter could be heard far away.

This is the attic owned by Zhang Deben of the Rong family in Weicheng.

It is the self-union of a brothel and a gambling house.

It also caught up with foreign trade, and also engaged in the business of abducting living people by barbarians to Xianbei.

At night, this is the busiest place in Weicheng.

At this moment, Zhang Deben was carrying a bird cage on the third floor of Weicheng, drinking a small drink.

The waiter was waiting outside to welcome guests. It was such a cold winter in Lajiu that one could feel a chill in the body just standing by the door.

At this time, another person walked in.

The guy looked up.

He couldn't help but utter an ouch and subconsciously took a step back.

The visitor wore a Rakshasa mask with a green face and fangs, and appeared suddenly in the snowy sky and white ground.

Very scary.

"This guest..."

"Whizzing!!"

Two flying stones shot out from Li Changshou's sleeves.

It is written on the signboard with the three characters "Golden Lotus Pavilion".

Break both sides into pieces forcefully.

The sign hit the ground hard with a muffled sound.

This shocked everyone inside and outside the Golden Lotus Pavilion.

They all looked up, wondering what was happening.

The guy thought to himself: Not good! I'm afraid I'm not here to cause trouble.

Just looking at that terrifying face, the blood all over his body seemed to freeze.

It was as if he was facing a dangerous beast that was about to reveal its danger.

This is the first time the guy has experienced this feeling in a real way.

Li Changshou ignored him and walked towards the Golden Lotus Pavilion.

Another stone shot out of his hand.

The big flag hanging on the inner beam of the Golden Lotus Pavilion fell in response.

Li Changshou said in a deep voice: "Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out!!"

After saying that, he jumped out of the way.

Located on the second floor.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Deben on the third floor.

Zhang Deben's eyelids jumped.

Cooperated with the Xianbei people and betrayed Queen Lin Hu.

He thought that he might be retaliated against.

But I never thought that on my own territory, the opponent would walk in so brazenly to seek revenge on me.

This kind of person is either a fool or...

"kill him!!"

There were already several men dressed in fancy clothes and holding weapons.

They attacked Li Changshou from several directions in Jinlian Pavilion.

Suddenly, there was a sound of tables and chairs overturning and porcelain breaking.

"Ahhhh!!"

There were countless screams, and they ran outside in a hurry.

Some people even jumped from the second floor.

Rakshasa suddenly drew his sword and cut off a man's long sword, then took the broken blade with his backhand.

Inserted into his throat.

One after another, someone else rushed over.

Rakshasa exerted force on his face and legs and twisted around.

The person is already in mid-air.

He stretched out his hand and put it on the third floor, and with a little force, he landed on it.

The lamp shadows trembled and the figures were jagged.

Most of the people who guard Zhang Deben are masters of martial arts.

Followed for many years and remained loyal.

Most of them have human lives on their hands and have been on the battlefield.

Form a classic three-man siege formation and rush towards Rakshasa's face.

"Hoo ho!!"

The howling wind outside rushed in from the window, blowing the hanging paper lanterns around.

The steps were staggered, and bright red blood sprayed out from the broken neck.

Rakshasa's face penetrated the bodies of three people.

The paper lantern was knocked to the ground and swelled in the wind.

The fire spread, and the Jinlian Pavilion was full of flammable materials.

Tables, chairs, benches, and jars of fine wine

Suddenly, the inside and outside of Jinlian Pavilion became even more chaotic.

Zhang Deben was not a fool and would not just stand there and watch the show.

But when his men tried to block Rakshasa's face, he turned around and ran away.

More men with knives rushed to the third floor, chasing Rakshasa in the face.

Rakshasa held a long knife on his face and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The cold light is biting.

The sound of wind and snow outside was loud, and the sound of fighting inside was even louder.

Screams came one after another in the building.

Now and then a head, or a body, was thrown down.

Suddenly the fishy wind was strong and the killing intent was strong.

Broken limbs were strewn all over the ground.

This is a collision unique to the cold weapon era, and everything in front of you makes Bloodline burst into flames.

Rakshasa's face was covered in blood.

There were about thirty or forty people in Jinlian Pavilion, and they were Zhang Deben's subordinates.

However, compared to those well-trained Xianbei soldiers with armor and body armor, they were far behind.

In front of more than a hundred heavily armed Xianbei soldiers, Li Changshou could not save Lin Hu.

At this moment, he was able to defeat them with ease and went straight to Zhang Deben.

Rakshasa followed Zhang De himself, but some of his men blocked the way.

Then gold and iron clashed, and swords clashed.

In the blink of an eye, there was another body on the ground.

Just like if the Buddha blocks the Buddha, it will kill the Buddha, and if the God blocks the God, it will kill the God.

Killing makes people tremble, killing makes people afraid.

Zhang Deben staggered and fell to the ground.

After years of pampering, he has long developed a fat belly.

Not to mention the previous tricks, I'm afraid it would be difficult to even run at full strength for a while.

"Spare your life! Hero, spare your life!"

"Brother Lin Hu's death was an accident."

"It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me..."

"Our Rong family has always been on the same page with you."

"..."

Zhang Deben begged.

But when he looked at the other party's calm eyes, he suddenly felt desperate.

I just know that I will definitely not survive today.

Li Changshou said coldly: "Master Zhang, we are on our way!"

Zhang Deben took a deep breath, "You...who are you!?"

After a moment, Zhang Deben's eyes trembled.

"You...you...are you!?"

Zhang Deben knew this young man.

At that time, he also came to work as a part-time worker in his own home.

An honest and honest person.

Day laborers with the same status as myself can talk unscrupulously.

When I meet someone with a slightly higher status, I don't even dare to fart.

This kind of people can be found all over the streets, and they are the kind that you can't even find in a crowd.

No one will notice anything unusual at all.

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't even remember this person.

After all, Zhang Deben is a member of the Rong family and has excellent eyesight.

However, I only have a slight impression of it.

Zhang Deben smiled sadly.

"You...are you Rakshasa face!?"

The next moment, his vision was spinning.

The head fell from the air to the ground.

Li Changshou took off the emerald green ring on his hand without any pause.

Jump down from the window on the third floor of Jinlian Pavilion.

Fall into the alley behind.

Sheathed the knife and walked away.

Behind him is the Golden Lotus Pavilion filled with fire, and the sky is filled with wind and snow.

complement each other.

Holding the body in the white blade, killing people in the world of mortals.

............

Lao Liu set up a noodle stall at Earthly Branches early.

The noodle soup that comes out of the first pot in the morning is the clearest and the noodles are the smoothest.

"A bowl of noodles."

Li Changshou also came early.

A bowl of noodles in the morning is better than a living god.

Li Changshou buried his head in the bowl and ate.

It was still dark, and there were only rustling sounds on the street.

He was the only one at the noodle stall.

While Lao Liu was busy, he inadvertently observed the pedestrians on the road.

Next to the street, one is eating noodles and the other is making noodles.

The movements are very coordinated.

Just listen to a "bang~" sound.

Old Liu turned his head.

Li Changshou has left.

No payment was made, and a green ring was left on the table.

Old Liu walked over and looked at the thumb.

Then he put it in his arms.

Continue to work as if nothing happened, preparing for the day's business.