The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

Oda Heizo, who was alarmed, quickly lifted the curtain and saw Zhou Ming holding a short and fat man in one hand and holding a knife on the short and fat man's neck in the other hand, and walking towards him step by step.

There were people lying on the ground around, all of whom belonged to the team behind. They should have screamed, but now they were like chickens being strangled by the neck, not daring to breathe, let alone scream.

Zhou Ming walked steadily and quickly with every step. He walked back to the front of the carriage in a few seconds, threw the short and fat man who was the same height horizontally and vertically to the ground, and still put the knife on his neck, so that he didn't even dare to get up from the ground.

Because as long as he raised his body, the sharp blade could cut into his thick neck. The answer to whether the fat neck could block the blade was obvious, and he didn't want to risk his life to verify it.

Oda Heizo reluctantly lifted the curtain and met the eyes of Horikoshi Hajime, who was kneeling on the ground. The helplessness on his face turned into a sneer at the speed of light.

"Oda... Lord Oda?" Horikoshi Hajime recognized Oda Heizo and shouted in surprise.

"Horikoshi Hajime, you are now favored by the lord, and you don't even take me seriously, right?" Oda Heizo sneered repeatedly.

"No, no, no!" Feeling the coldness and sharpness of the blade on the back of his neck, Horikoshi Hajime waved his hands repeatedly and clarified: "How do I know that this is your caravan? Misunderstanding, all misunderstandings."

"Humph, I think it's a misunderstanding too." Oda Heizo still sneered, but what he said was to take the initiative to find a way out for Horikoshi Hajime.

"If you know it's me, go back quickly and don't delay my business."

"Yes, sir, I understand, sir." Horikoshi Hajime nodded repeatedly, feeling lucky that he escaped, and secretly warned himself in his heart that he must not be so arrogant before he figured out the other party's origins in the future.

Thinking of this, Horikoshi Hajime was about to stand up. As soon as he moved, he felt that the knife pressing on him had not weakened at all. The blade directly cut through his skin. The biting cold made him stiffen all over, and he dared not move at all.

"Lord Oda, look..." Horikoshi Hajime raised his head cautiously, and pursed his lips to signal Oda Heizo to let him go.

Oda Heizo was helpless. Could it be that I could control that person? However, in order to avoid trouble, Oda Heizo could only say: "Mr. Zhou, let him go first, Mr. Horikoshi is one of us."

"Who the hell is one of us?" Zhou Ming did not give Oda Heizo any face, pressed down the knife in his hand again, stepped on Horikoshi's back, bent down and asked: "Where did you get those women behind?"

"This one, this one..." Horikoshi forced a smile, "This samurai, are you going to disobey the order of your master?"

Zhou Ming did not speak, but pressed the knife down again to let the blade go deeper into the flesh.

"No, I'll tell you now!" Horikoshi Hajime said quickly, "It was a small village I encountered while hunting..."

"I just fell in love with a girl. What's wrong with bringing her to Kyoto and letting her eat and drink well? But those ignorant villagers dared to stop me!"

"Hmph, I'm Horikoshi Hajime, who am I? A bunch of unruly people..."

As Horikoshi Hajime spoke, his tone gradually became a little indignant, as if he had really been insulted.

Zhou Ming glanced at Oda Heizo and found that he didn't have any unusual reaction to Horikoshi Hajime's words, as if this kind of thing was very normal.

"Very good." Zhou Ming nodded and cut off Horikoshi Hajime's head with a knife.

Blood gushed out, splashing on the carriage, splashing on Oda Heizo's shoes and the hem of his clothes, dotted and blurred, like red flowers like rice grains blooming, quite beautiful.

"You!" Oda Heizo was stunned, then his face turned pale, and he said in disbelief: "You killed him!"

"He stopped your car and spoke rudely to you, shouldn't I kill him?" Zhou Ming asked with a smile.

"You killed him, you actually killed him!" Oda Heizo stared at Zhou Ming, shocked, angry and anxious.

"Can't I kill him?" Zhou Ming smiled.

"He is Horikoshi Hajime, a big celebrity in front of the king! A favorite! How dare you kill him, you..." Oda Heizo was furious, and his anger almost made him crazy.

The next moment, Zhou Ming's knife lightly rested on his shoulder, and the cold blade instantly cooled his anger, and reason immediately returned to his mind.

"Kill if you want to, do you have any objection?" Zhou Ming smiled and asked lightly.

"Gulp." Oda Heizo swallowed his saliva and suddenly smiled and said, "Well done, well done! I have long disliked this kid Horikoshi Hajime!"

"He is arrogant and reckless, and he is causing chaos in the government. He deserves to die!" Oda Heizo angrily spat at the headless body on the ground and cursed.

"That's right, I always follow your will." Zhou Ming smiled faintly, sheathed his sword, and looked at Horikoshi Hajime's convoy behind him.

Oda Heizo followed his gaze and saw the women trapped in the cages. He immediately understood and shouted, "Tie up all of Horikoshi Hajime's people and take them into the city!"

The warriors took action immediately.

The warriors in Horikoshi Hajime's convoy were already injured by Zhou Ming, and they witnessed the scene of Horikoshi Hajime being beheaded by Zhou Ming. The shock they received was not recovered for a while.

On the other hand, the samurai brought by Oda Heizo didn't care who Horikoshi Hoshi was. They just wanted to behead him. It was not a rare thing. They were not affected at all. In addition, they still had a numerical advantage. When Horikoshi Hoshi's samurai By the time he reacted and fought back, it was already too late.

Even if Horikoshi's samurai were brave enough to create "jade fragments" for Horikoshi, they could not defeat Oda Heizou's samurai. They would chop you if they wanted to. After a chaotic battle, they would leave blood and scattered remains on the ground. Limbs, Horikoshi's entire convoy was pulled away.

The soldiers guarding the city who witnessed the entire process did not dare to say a word until the convoy entered the city.

Already knowing the identity of Oda Heizo, how could they dare to be arrogant? They stood aside for fear of being swarmed by the excited samurai and chopped into pieces!

In the carriage, Zhou Ming and Oda Heizo were still sitting opposite each other, but at this time, Oda Heizang was in low spirits, forcing a smile on his face, and the wine in his glass no longer tasted good.

"This is still too impulsive. It's okay to save Horikoshi's life."

Seeing that Zhou Ming didn't react at all to his frown, Oda Heizo finally couldn't hold it in any longer and hesitated.

"After all, Horikoshi Sou is the owner of the country..."

"Favorite minister." Zhou Ming said the second half of the sentence for Oda Heizo.

"Yes, my beloved!" Oda Hanzo shouted: "Killing Horikoshi Sou, the king will be furious, and I can't resist it! It's so impulsive!"

"How do you know that he will be furious?" Zhou Ming glanced at him and smiled: "Besides, how do you know that I didn't mean to kill Horikoshi Sou?"

"Ah?" Oda Heizo was stunned.

Zhou Ming gave a thumbs up with his right hand and made a big swing with his right arm. He said with a look of enjoyment: "What's wrong with your favorite? I'm going to kill your favorite. If you're not your favorite, I won't kill you. Hey, old Kyoto people, what's wrong with killing?" An authentic one!”