The wine shop is old and dilapidated, the firewood pile is already considered a very valuable item, and there are only a few people on the left and right. It is a desolate place on such a night. Song Huiyue has a home of her own and does not want to go back, preferring to sit here.
The desolate and dilapidated place was the same as she was now, so she sat still, eyes lowered and motionless, just sitting indifferently.
You Song asked her to drink hot water, and Xie Zhou kept nagging in her ear, but she ignored him.
Just when You Song and Xie Zhou were helpless, a group of guards came with a carriage, which stood out in the desolate place.
The carriage stopped in front of this small wine shop, Lao Wei put down the horse stool, and the frightened Zhang Xutang walked out of it.
You Song immediately alerted, stood in front of Song Huiyue, pulled out the sharp knife from his girdle, and stared at Zhang Xutang closely.
Xie Zhou stood close to Song Huiyue, stretched out his hand to pull Song Huiyue, and whispered: "Sister Yue, let's go."
Song Huiyue remained motionless, raised her head, glanced at Xie Zhou, and made a puzzled voice: "Bago, the enemy is here, why are you hiding?"
Then she stood up, walked to the wine shop, opened the curtain in the backyard, took out a boning knife from the butcher table, weighed it, then walked out of the door and returned to the same place.
Under the shadow of the moon, the boning knife was cold and cold, with broken bones and red meat hanging on it. Song Huiyue's eyes were filled with two cold gleams, penetrating into the bones.
Zhang Xutang ordered his men and horses to surround the three people tightly. Seeing that Song Huiyue was described as terrifying and as strong as a madman, he hesitated for a moment and did not dare to come forward - compared to You Song, Song Huiyue was more terrifying.
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He felt itchy again and couldn't bear it. Under the protection of the old guard, he walked three steps forward and stopped three steps away from You Song: "Madam Song, you are well."
Song Huiyue replied calmly: "I'm fine."
Zhang Xutang sighed: "I wanted to have a drink with you, but you held a knife at me."
Then he pointed at Xie Zhou: "When the madam is willing to listen to me, I will spare their lives. If they are not willing to listen to me and must use weapons, then we will have no choice but to kill each other."
Xie Zhou sneered and said: "Zhang Yanei is so powerful. In the territory of Kyoto, he kills at will. Have I violated the king's law?"
He also turned to You Song and said: "We are small and we are no match. If Zhang Yanei tries to kill me, cut off my head and send it to the Yamen to collect the reward and see which sea arrest document I am on."
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"Thank you, Mr. Ba," Zhang Xutang said with a smile, "I am not a good person. Of course the bad guys will kill them whenever they want. Even your prince wants to let me live. Who can control me?"
He spoke in a calm tone, but his expression was full of contentment.
Because this perfect plan came from him, the Zhang family won a complete victory without losing anything, while King Jin seemed to have gained military power, but in fact he suffered a complete defeat.
The impenetrable clique of King Jin was broken by him, and the "love" that bound Song Huiyue and prevented her from being free was also strangled by him.
From then on, Song Huiyue was the same person as him, the same kind who grew up in the darkness.
He and she should be the same, staying together regardless of each other, both groping forward in the dark.
"Mrs. Song, put down the knife and come in with me for a drink?" He pointed at the wine shop.
Xie Zhou frowned and was about to say something when Song Huiyue suddenly raised her hand, dropped the boning knife and waved to Zhang Xutang.
"come over."
Her voice was hoarse and low, dried up like a handful of withered rice, and crawled through Zhang Xutang's heart.
Zhang Xutang's heart felt as if it had been lightly scratched by a cat's claws.
He walked forward involuntarily. Lao Wei was worried and wanted to follow, but was stopped by You Song.
Xie Zhou raised his fists at the side and was sweating nervously.
On the contrary, Song Huiyue and Zhang Xutang had a relaxed posture and were not at war with each other.
Zhang Xutang still felt that he was not close enough, so he took two steps forward: "You..."
The next moment, Song Huiyue raised her hand and gave him a slap.
This slap was not very loud. Song Huiyue tried her best, but still lost her previous strength. With just one slap, everyone was stunned and their eyes almost fell out.
Zhang Xutang was also stunned.
The cold, dry palms caressed his face, like butterfly wings brushing across his face, bringing beauty and fragility to it, making him shiver.
Song Huiyue slapped Zhang Xutang without leaving even a scratch on her skin. She looked at her palms - they could hold a bow and hold a knife, but looking at them now, they felt a little thin.
, there was nothing he could do against Zhang Xutang.
She turned her hand over and looked at the raised veins on the back of her hand, with hot blood flowing inside.
After watching for a long time, I saw that she had made a decision in her heart, and then she stopped looking. Instead, she raised her head and smiled at Zhang Xutang: "Do you like being beaten by me?"
"Have a drink with me?"
Zhang Xutang does not think that he is a bitch and likes to be beaten by others, but on the other hand, he feels that without Song Huiyue, his great success today will be meaningless.
Song Huiyue broke free from the cage, and from now on she should be parasitic in the dark corners like him, like the vines crawling in the shade of the mountain, silently strangling the towering old tree.
He considered himself Song Huiyue's confidant, and wanted to keep this dangerous vine by his side. Whenever he was lonely, he would let the vines crawl all over him.
"Have a drink?" Song Huiyue repeated, looking at Zhang Xutang doubtfully, as if she didn't know what was going on in his mind.
Zhang Xutang nodded.
The dry and withered Song Huiyue came to life and showed a cold smile: "Don't you know I want to kill you?"
"I know," Zhang Xutang knew everything, and he also knew that Song Huiyue didn't have the ability. "Do you want to give it a try?"
Song Huiyue suddenly said: "I ask you a question. If you answer me truthfully, I will have a drink with you."
"Sister Yue! Don't be fooled by him!" Xie Zhou was worried, suspecting that Song Huiyue had been driven crazy by a series of changes.
However, Song Huiyue had her own plan in an instant. She was the only one who could kill the King of Jin, which frightened Zhang Xutang.
"Is Yin Xiao still alive?"
Zhang Xutang didn't expect that she would ask about Yin Xiao, so he was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.
Yin Xiao is indeed still alive.
He hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and even the lights are getting fewer and fewer. What appears in front of him is only darkness and blood.
The iron chains locked his limbs, preventing him from breaking free from this small room - he was too strong and refused to give in for a long time. Tonghe improved Han Beiqu's training and locked him up for a long time.
, polish his mind.
He can eat a bucket of rice every day. After eating and drinking, Tonghe will give him a gun.
This gun was specially made for him and weighed eighty-one kilograms. At night, the door that was closed to him would open, and a steady stream of opponents would pour in from the outside. Sometimes Yin Xiao watched them kill each other,
Sometimes Yin Xiao appears, and is not allowed to speak, let alone beg for mercy, only life or death.
The opponents may be older or younger.
No matter how big or small, they have degenerated into beasts, wearing human skins to do evil, and their moves are clumsy, but they are all killing moves. Yin Xiao can even hear the sound of bones breaking during the fight.