One sword ruined his eye and one sword ruined his leg.

Then the old escort leader was left in the escort agency. At that time, he said in front of everyone, "If I have my Qiao Fengchun, I will eat it in one bite, and Meng Wei will eat it in one bite. When I, Qiao Fengchun, I will be your uncle."

But how could he really take Qiao? Without escorts, he stayed in Qiao's family to take care of things. He watched the younger generation grow up little by little and came up with advice. When Dalang could stand alone, he would talk less. After all, he was a useless man, and more than twenty years had passed. Dalang still treated him as his uncle, so he didn't dare to suffer. The servants and maids in the yard were all children. They only knew that he was an old man in the family, but they did not respect him as a blind and lame man.

Now, during this trip, almost all the males in the family have died. Some orphans and widows are left behind. On the one hand, they are counting on the two women to give some money to make a living, but on the other hand, they are resentful to the man.

He has lived for so long and knows what those people say behind the scenes—

"Why did he come back? He brought so many people to die, why didn't he die?!"

The relationship is warm and warm, and the world is cold. Two friends from the two escort agencies sent people to take a look. They couldn't see Dalang, but they left ten silver ingots, but never came again.

He could only use his little money to hire a doctor for Dalang. He breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Qing'an to come.

There is another distant branch in Qing'an in the Qiao family. There are always some senior tribes of high generations, and the population is prosperous. He secretly sent someone to send a letter to him and asked someone there. He could not ask his property to fall into Qiao Jiaming's incest beast and two prostitutes.

The old man thought about this for a while, then walked to the bed and reached out to touch Qiao Duanhong's forehead.

It became even hotter. His cheeks were terrifying four grays, his eyelids trembled, and his lips were dry and cracked.

I had to take medicine once. The old man thought about it and limped open the door and walked towards the west yard. As he walked closer, the sound became clearer.

Hearing the beast say proudly, "...The prefect saw that piece of jade... said that it would be enough to... all of them had been...better send them to the prefect...hahaha...just joking, I can keep them as a young man..."

There was also the little prostitute's laughter, "That old lame man... is guarding?... see how many days can he stay... wait for death..."

The old man felt a little stuffy in his chest. He raised his hand to block his mouth, coughed dullly and hoarsely, feeling that the tiger's mouth was a little warm and moist. He wiped it hard without looking.

I knew it was blood. I was so angry that I vomited blood by these three beasts... I was really old and it was useless.

The three people inside drank too much wine, and their ears and ears were useless. So he coughed, but didn't hear it. He walked to the door, but didn't hear it. He pushed open the gate of the courtyard, but still didn't hear it.

There was a lamp in the pavilion in the courtyard, and three people were drinking in the pavilion. Qiao Liu was dressed in dishevelled and was tilted in Qiao Jiaming's arms, which was unbearable. The old man's eyes turned dark and he reached out to hold the door frame.

Qiao Liu was newly recruited the year before yesterday. Qiao Wang had nowhere to go for ten years, and the Qiao family always had a descendant. Meng Wu discovered that this woman was somewhat involved with the beast the month before. He wanted to finish this escort and mention Qiao Duan Hong. But that happened.

At this moment, he was already doing this dirty thing in front of Qiao Wang!

The Qiao Wangshi didn't look at them, slowly drank wine, lowered her head and said, "... The old lame man is restless. He sent a letter to Qing'an. Not to mention whether he can deliver it or not. He sent it to... Qing'an, it is not as unpromising as that dead ghost. He is both from the martial arts family, but there is... I heard that Qing'an's richest man is still here. How can he like this? Besides, the old lame man is old. Who is Wang Qi? The old lame man doesn't know that he is my cousin's distant family."

After saying this, he covered his mouth and smiled. On the side of his face, he saw Meng Wu at the door.

But after a little surprised, he picked up the wine glass with his eyes slanted and asked lightly: "Oh, Lao Meng. Why are you here? Dalang is okay?"

The letter was not sent out. Meng Wu felt his chest more stuffy, and his eyes were dizzy. He lowered his eyes to see their ugly faces, held the door, and forced himself to turn around and walk back. But after taking a step, the wine, meat and fat and powder in the pavilion were blowing, and he felt that the fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He coughed with all his strength and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

Then he couldn't pull the door and fell down shakingly.

When I woke up again, I found that I was already in Dalang's house and on the ground.

It seemed that they were looking for someone to carry themselves in, so they ignored them. There were originally nine servants, but four were dismissed these days, leaving only five. One cook, two maids, and two servants. Two maids looked at Qiao Jiaxin, and the two servants looked here, but in fact they were waiting for the Dalang to die.

It was not long since I fainted. It was still dark. He looked out the door, and the two servants were still guarding it, and the door was opened. The old man slowly got up from the ground with his legs lame, and he took a while to walk to Dalang's bed. He looked even worse, as if he was dead.

The old man quickly reached out to touch his forehead and found that the fever had subsided. Dalang stopped burning, his forehead was cold. This reminded him of his dead son. At that time, the body was fished out of the river, with the same temperature.

He stared at Dalang's face for a while, then reached out and pulled the quilt up.

The letter was not sent out.

There is also the prefect...well. It is not allowed to be used either.

Meng Wei felt that his body was not stuffy or hot all of a sudden. Suddenly he became very comfortable and his mind was as calm as water. He thought for a while, then turned around and walked to the door.

The two servants quickly stood up and rubbed their eyes, and reached out to stop him: "Yeah, Mr. Meng, you are in poor health. My grandmother told you to keep in the house for a while, so don't go out tonight?"

The old man looked at them silently for a while. The two servants were surprised to find that his only eye was less cloudy and became bright. Such a brightness made them feel uneasy... This light should not belong to this old man.

Three or four years after they came to Qiao's house, the old man never spoke loudly. He only hunched his back and lame his legs, smiling kindly at everyone. This uneasiness caused a subtle and shameful anger in their hearts.

Then he pushed the old man hard and said, "Get in and talk to you well, don't be ungrateful. Now it's not the dead Qiao family inside."

The old man grabbed the door frame and did not fall. He said hoarsely: "The head of the archer is gone."

The two servants looked at each other and sneered: "What are you worried about this? Worry about yourself."

Meng Niu nodded and turned around and entered the house.

"Old guy. Oh. I'm not smart enough to think too much." The green hated servant turned around and shook his head, "I'm not happy to hurt him. I tell you, I've learned fists for a few days..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the door creaking again.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time, with extremely impatient faces: "I said you--"

Before he finished speaking, a roar was heard in the air. A large ring knife with thick golden silk was slashing at the face of a servant. With a "bang", it was embedded in half a palm. The huge pressure made his eyes spew out and hung it beside his face.

Then the blood spurted out.

The green hated servant widened his eyes and looked at the knife. His body was unable to move because of the sudden shock and fear.

This knife was Qiao Duanhong's knife, hung on the wall in his room.

He rolled his eyes hard again and saw the knife-holder.

It was... that old lame man. But his face was as cold as a piece of iron, and there was a light in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Ah...you..." He made these sounds and subconsciously reached out to grab the knife.

However, a cold light flashed and a puff sounded. His head also rolled down the steps.

The old man put away the knife, leaned on the ground, gasped tiredly for a while. Then he reached out to wipe the blood from the blade, slowly applied it to his face, and smiled. His teeth and one-eyed eyes shone in the dark.

"You kids."

"Old man, I'm a man, when I was as old as you, I'm called..."

"Meng Yu, it's a murderer."
Chapter completed!