In the entire inn, Su Yin's table was the shabbiest. Everyone else had a big table full of delicacies, and they kept ordering after they couldn't finish the food.
Originally it was normal for Su Yin to be eating in an inn, but at this time, it was abnormal and unusual.
"A head?"
Su Yin rolled his eyes and said, "You have to kill someone just to have a meal. People who don't know would think they are in hell."
"Shabby."
A sneer rang out, needless to say, it was Mr. Mingshu again.
Su Yin was confused, why did a stranger want to go against her? Could it be that she was easy to bully?
"I wonder how many heads you need for a meal?"
Su Yin curled up the corner of his mouth and looked at Mr. Mingshu.
"Bu Cai, in order to deal with the Qinghe Sect and protect the people of Hui'an City, I have reserved thirty heads."
Mr. Mingshu unfolded his folding fan for the first time and looked at Su Yin triumphantly, thinking that he had finally defeated Su Yin. He had finally regained the face he had lost before.
"childish."
Su Yin smiled. The idea of comparison among people in the martial arts world was extremely childish. They could even kill people to compare with each other. So what's the difference between them and the rebels of the Qinghe Sect?
The martial arts world is indeed a martial arts world, full of fierce battles, bloody violence and violence everywhere.
"What did you say?" Mr. Mingshu glared when he heard this: "As a member of the martial arts world, you should do your best to resist the rebels. This is the honor of protecting the country. Do you think that everyone is like you, greedy for life and afraid of death?
Isn’t it worthy of your efforts?”
Master Mingshu glanced at the shabby place on Su Yin's table, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.
"What if you don't kill thirty people?"
Su Yin smiled with interest, looked at Mr. Ming Shu with bright eyes, and raised her lips slightly. Anyone who knew her well knew that at this time, Su Yin began to prepare to plot against someone.
"Not enough to kill thirty people? Humph, you underestimate me too much."
Mr. Mingshu snorted coldly. He was a member of the martial arts world, and his martial arts skills were extraordinary. Although he could not compare with the Black Widow, as one of the seven great masters of the martial arts world, his skills were not weak.
The Qinghe Sect army that attacked Hui'an City was just a group of stragglers, a temporary peasant army with little skill. If they were scattered, it would be easy for him to kill thirty people.
"Everything has a contingency. What if you can't kill thirty people?"
Su Yin raised his eyebrows, looked at Mr. Ming Shu and mocked disdainfully: "With your small body, it's not bad if you can kill one person, thirty people...hehe..."
"you……"
Mr. Ming Shu pointed at Su Yin and was speechless for a while. He mocked him in front of his face and simply didn't take him seriously at all. But he also knew how powerful Su Yin was. The Black Widow was in her hands just now.
He suffered a loss, and he was even less satisfied.
If it had been anyone else, he would have stepped forward and beat that person to the point where he would have knelt down and begged for mercy.
Mr. Mingshu snorted coldly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said gloomily: "If we don't kill enough thirty people, I will slap them myself. If I kill one less, I will slap one more."
The words were harsh and cruel, but Mr. Mingshu felt very imposing, which at least proved his determination, and he also believed that with his ability, it would be easy to kill thirty ordinary stragglers.
"Are you serious about this? Mr. Mingshu is not joking, is he?"
Su Yin's eyes widened and she looked at Mr. Ming Shu in surprise, looking very disbelieving.