Chapter 904 Young Master

Amid the noise, Young Master Fang had a knife on his neck and was pointed at by a white musket. He shivered and a knife was pulled around his neck and blood flowed onto his scribe's uniform. He was so sad that he almost urinated his pants.

The slave was bleeding when he was shot on his leg. When he saw the blood, Mr. Fang actually swept the floor with politeness and started to cry.

"I cultivate a righteous spirit and be kind to others!"

Bang, a crisp sound of gunfire calmed down.

The fierce slave fell on his back, and when he clanged, his short knife fell to the ground, and a blood hole appeared on his forehead. The guards around him rushed to break the slave's hands and feet.

Beside Chen Dingsheng, a guard put down his gun and showed off his charm: "Young Master, it's done!"

Master Chen breathed a sigh of relief and praised: "I will be rewarded if you remember your merits!"

The crisis was resolved, and the slave's body was lying quietly. More than ten Mongolian young and strong men were taught a lesson by the guards with knife handles and short sticks to get rid of the wildness.

In the crowd, someone laughed loudly and said, "That madman was so scared."

"Zhi Mom, I almost missed my big deal!"

As the screams and noises were heard, Mr. Chen turned red and stomped his feet. He ordered the guard to go to the stage to carry Mr. Fang away. The gun hit him on the edge of his head, and even one side of his temple was burned.

A talented man in Jiangnan rolled his eyes and was shocked.

A guard leaned over and said with gratitude: "I'm still angry, I'm fainted."

Chen Dingsheng felt regretful and felt that he couldn't bear to worry about his face. He was about to take away this embarrassing classmate, but he was stopped.

The Shangshang, who was wearing green hat, led people around, his eyes slung, and cursed, "Super money!"

"Thousands of people are shooting, and the trouser belt is not tied, revealing this birdie!"

Amid the screams, the soldier died and the slave was red in his eyes. He was about to pull him over, but was blocked by the Chen family's guards. The two groups of people pushed him and quickly attracted the garrison.

Hurry!

A team of Ming soldiers came running, and a row of sled guns were mounted, and the black holes were pointed at two groups of people.

A young officer said angrily: "Why are you making trouble? Give up your weapons!"

Two groups of guards threw away the muskets and short knives, but they still kept shouting and scolding.

A quarter of an hour later, the public security office.

Dozens of people squeezed in, and immediately filled the security station and became noisy again.

The blue-clothed merchant with red eyes still jumped and scolded: "It's so good, a little bastard jumped up. Please give us justice!"

Chen Dingsheng knew that he was in the wrong, so he rolled his eyes to argue: "Just give you some money, but why did he hurt people? There is no such reason!"

The two of them yelled in front of the officers and soldiers. The Ming army officer heard the calloused ears, and he became more impatient and slapped the table and scolded: "No matter how troubles are, you will be locked up!"

The noise came to an abrupt end. Chen Dingsheng, a businessman in green, bowed to the irritable team official, and dared not make trouble. In the end, he only locked up one young master Fang.

Bang!

Mr. Fang was thrown into the prison by two red-clothed officers and soldiers, straight and still on a pile of hay. After a while, he woke up slowly.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much!"

Mr. Fang screamed in pain, turned over and sat up, his neck and his face was so painful that he even touched the blood. The tears and snot were all gone, and a black, furry hand reached over.

He was so scared that he was shocked by a talented man in Jiangnan. He kicked his legs hard and stepped back, curled up to the wall to prescription and opened his eyes wide in fear.

Young Master Fang opened his eyes wide, sniffed and almost vomited on the spot. Not far away, there was a bucket of toilet that was emitting a foul smell. Looking around, there were pairs of fierce eyes, dirty prisoners, all kinds of people wearing strange clothes, and their hair was

The strong Mongolian man with a cow tongue shaved in the middle, the Huns with high noses and blue eyes, and the Ming people who committed the case were locked up in the same place.

Mr. Fang shivered and screamed.

Jiguru, a few Mongolians with cow tongues muttered, got up and surrounded, and a few hairy hands touched the gentle and jade-like Young Master Fang. The talented man struggled hard but could not have the power to tie a chicken and kill a pig.

Amid the screams, several Mongolian prisoners pressed to the ground. They touched their hands around their bodies, and they touched them inside and out. Only then did the Mongolian prisoners walk away in disappointment.

The pain was that Mr. Fang was lying on the ground with his clothes on his back, sobbing. Mr. Fang had never been frightened by this kind of frivolous clothes since he was a child. The sob was so painful and bitter. The listener was so sad. He smelled tears.

Next, I couldn't say much about my sadness and grievances. However, unexpectedly, there were two other aliens with high noses and blue eyes. They owed their bodies with bad intentions and moved over.

Mr. Fang hurriedly sat up, hugged his arms and made up his clothes, and did not dare to cry.

A man who was familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics was also a history book. Looking at the two strange people's high noses, their eyes and eyes were trembling, and a thought came out of his mind, "Jie people, ogres, the Five Barbarians' Rebellion," he said.

This group of people was slaughtered by Han women as two-legged sheep. The Jie people never brought military rations when fighting, liked to eat Han women, humiliated them during the day and slaughtered and eaten meat at night.

According to historical records, Ran Min defeated the Jie Zhao regime, and there were 200,000 Han women rescued in Yecheng at one time.

Later, Ran Yingxiong was defeated in Yecheng, and more than 50,000 Han girls were captured by Jie people again, and they were eaten up in one winter. Two Jie people leaned over with bad intentions, and Mr. Fang was so scared that he shook a few drops of urine.

He kicked and squeezed the pink fist with his legs, and cried loudly and cried all over.

"I'm done!"

Mr. Fang was so scared that he burst into tears and screamed. Zi Xing means getting out of here.

However, the two Jie people shook their heads and touched them with their hairy hands, and they naturally couldn't understand such profound knowledge.

"Live!"

In the critical moment, a strong man spoke Chinese in the corner of the wall, and strode over with a long body. He punched and kicked the two Jie people backwards, rolled a few times and got up, and got in his blue eyes.

He showed fear and dared not say anything.

The strong man helped the people to overcome danger, and grinned and showed his yellow teeth, and said with an air; "Don't panic, this young man."

Mr. Fang was probably caught a life-saving straw, crying with tears in his eyes. The demons in the north of the Pass were more terrifying than the eighteenth floor of the underworld. How could there be two demons in the Jie people be kept in prison? The officers and soldiers don’t care.

It was too powerful. The strong man from the wise man smiled and slowly opened his thick arms. He slowly put the gentle and jade-like Fang Gongzilan into his arms, comforting him happily.

In a daze, Young Master Fang seemed to feel that he had been taken a few times on his chest, but he didn't care.

The young man was still a little tender, and wiped his tears and said politely: "I am Fangmi in Xiatong City, haven't you asked me about my brother yet?"

The strong man, who was seven feet tall and bearded, bowed and smiled gently, "Mr. Fang, a Shaanxi Prefecture, Xuelihong, young master, don't panic, I will protect you in this prison, no one dares to hurt you

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Chapter completed!