A sudden surge of fierce momentum sent a chill down the back of the speaker and he subconsciously took a step back.
Warlock Zhong Yu gathered his thoughts, read it a few more times, and handed the words back.
No one dared to answer.
"This is your ancestral hall," Warlock Zhongyu looked at them. "They are a bunch of trash. Their own ancestral hall has been used as a stage for people to make fun of. Now you are still trembling in the lobby of the ancestral hall. You just made eight alarmist words.
Afraid, afraid, what are you afraid of!"
Warlock Zhong Yu crumpled the paper into a ball and smashed it on their heads.
The book was also photographed.
Unfortunately, two people were hit by it and quickly raised their hands to cover their heads.
Especially the one who was hit by the paper ball. He covered his head and looked at the old warlock's hand in disbelief.
It was clearly a ball of paper, but it was extremely painful when it was thrown at me. Why was the force so strong?
"Trash!" Warlock Zhongyu cursed, got up and left.
After leaving the ancestral hall, Zhong Yu was still thinking about handwriting.
In fact, it may not be Ah Li, it could be someone else?
But whether it was her or not, why did she take action against these ancestral temples?
What is the purpose?
"Hey!" A voice suddenly sounded from the mountain road behind.
Zhong Yu turned around.
A skinny, short man came over. He had buck teeth, a big nose, and his clothes were of good quality.
"Who are you?" The man clasped his hands behind his back, looking disgusted, "You can come here, old beggar!"
"Who are you showing off to?" Zhong Yu said angrily in a deep voice, "Don't show off in front of me!"
"Hey, look at your shoes!" The man pointed, "Did you go into the village and steal the embroidered shoes of one of our girls? You shameless old beggar!"
The man said, and came forward to grab Zhong Yu's shoes: "Take off your shoes!"
Zhong Yu clenched the bamboo stick in his hand and suddenly kicked him out. He then stepped forward, grabbed his hair and pulled him away to hit the rock. His movements were so fast that the man had no time to react.
Severe pain hit him, and the jagged edges on the rock caused the man's head to bleed instantly.
The man struggled quickly, but the old man's strength was amazing.
Then hit it a second time.
The third time.
The fourth time.
…
Finally, the man lost strength and breath.
Zhong Yu finally let go of him and threw him away like a piece of rotten meat.
Looking at his body with contempt for the last time, Zhong Yu turned and left.
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The rising sun in the early morning covered the corners of the eaves with a layer of light gold, shining brightly.
Xia Zhaoyi, wearing pajamas, pushed the door open and came out. The little fat man wagging his tail, squatted majestically at her feet, and looked at the garden outside the house.
The slow spring breeze blew the girl's long black hair. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fragrance of the flowers, then leaned over and picked up the little fat girl and went back to change clothes.
At the same time, Zhili put down the soy milk in his hand, picked up a vegetable bag, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Oh, brother, please slow down, you will choke easily." The vendor said from the side.
Zhili chewed hard, drank the soy milk, and exhaled with satisfaction.
"I haven't eaten like this for a long time," Zhi Li Yile said, "I want to try the feeling of eating in a big mouth."
The vendor was infected by his bright and slightly naive smile: "It's better to chew carefully and slowly."
Zhili nodded and looked at Doujiu beside him.
The senior sister said that she would go to Hengxiang within five days, and she didn’t know if there would be any other delicious food on the way.
As soon as this idea came up, the soy milk in his hand was suddenly taken away.
Zhili was caught off guard and raised his head. The person who took away his soy milk immediately raised his hand and the bowl of soy milk was splashed on Zhi Li's face.
The vendor backed away in shock.
Being separated is also confusing.
He raised his head and looked at the person who poured the soy milk, and did not forget to stick out his tongue and lick his lips.
The man who broke the soy milk didn't even look at him. He raised his hand and picked up the hawker, smashed the soy milk and took it away, intending to splash it on the floor.
"Damn it!" Zhili yelled and immediately went to stop him.
However, he saw that the roadside shop next door was also being smashed up at the same time. Zhili suddenly recognized someone from the crowd. He was the bastard who tripped while stretching his legs and lost his wallet.
It's this group again!
"What on earth do you want to do!" Zhi Li shouted.
The soy milk bucket was stopped by Zhili, and the man immediately picked up the pole, and his companions came to beat him.
Zhili hurriedly pulled the hawker away, but the soy milk bucket he had just saved could no longer be saved. The man raised his hand and smashed the soy milk bucket into three pieces, and pure white soy milk flowed.
"I'm so angry, I'm so angry." Zhili murmured.
But thinking about the fight he had with Qian Ri'an outside Xucheng, which caused a storm in the city, Zheli could only grit his teeth and force himself to endure it.
But as my senior sister said, it is too difficult to recast and too easy to destroy.
In the blink of an eye, all the shops along the street were smashed into a mess.
These people didn't wave their hands, just smashed through and quickly left the area.
The soy milk vendor let go and ran towards the soy milk bucket on the ground. Looking at the soy milk flowing towards the Guangfang River, the vendor opened his mouth, said "Wow" and started crying. He cleaned up while crying.
He was not the only one who cried, there were people everywhere who had a hard time living at the bottom.
It looks uncomfortable and unpleasant.
At this time, he inadvertently looked up and saw a person walking across the stone bridge in the distance. Zhili recognized him at once. He was the young boy whose vegetable basket was smashed.
At that time, Zhili picked up that bastard's money bag and gave it to him as well.
The young boy walked very quickly, looking straight at the group of thugs who were beating up people along the street.
Zhili suddenly shuddered and was startled by the reflection in the young boy's sleeves.
It's a knife!
What is he going to do?
It's not good to leave the secret path, so run away quickly.
The young boy walked faster and faster, gradually getting closer to the men who were beating them randomly. When he got closer, he actually pulled out a knife from his sleeve.
"I'll kill you!!"
The people around him, whether they were ruffians or ordinary people, all screamed in surprise.
"Stop!" Zhili stopped him, "Don't kill anyone!"
"They beat my third uncle to death!" The young boy's eyes were red, "I will kill them to avenge my third uncle!"
As he said that, the young boy raised his knife and wanted to chop it off again.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhili snatched the knife from him, glanced at it, and threw it towards the Guangfang River, where it fell into the water with a thud.
The little boy widened his eyes and yelled at Zhili: "What are you doing!!"
Seeing that they no longer had kitchen knives in their hands, the gangsters suddenly surrounded them.
"Let's go!" Zhili shouted, holding the little boy's hand and running away.
"Let me go!"
"Let's go!" Zhili was also angry, "Your life is worth more than theirs, are you going to be taken to the vegetable market and beheaded?"
"Then I will leave Xizhou and escape to join the army!" The young boy ignored it and struggled hard.
"It's not as easy as you think!" He was extremely angry.
Suddenly, Zhili stopped and looked at the group of accomplices running toward him.
Judging from the appearance, it seems that he came back from the other end after smashing it.
"You brat, keep running." One person said, rolling up his sleeves.
At the same time, the people behind were also chasing after him.
Zhili protected the young boy and retreated step by step towards the shop at the back.
