This journey was not peaceful. After leaving the border of Dongling, Uncle Jiuhuang and his party encountered a group of bandits. They were not organized by the villagers, but professional bandits who made a living by robbing.
These people, all full of murderous intent, tough and good at fighting, stood in the middle of the road. When Uncle Nine Emperors' carriage stopped, they surrounded it.
When the carriage was stopped, Feng Qingchen was not too nervous. He raised the curtain and jumped out. After seeing the costumes of the bandits, he smiled and said: "Looking at these costumes, they look like professional bandits."
Doudou had sharp ears. When he heard this, he immediately stepped forward and asked what a professional bandit was. As soon as Feng Qingchen explained it to Doudou, Doudou patted his chest with great pride: "Don't be afraid, I am still a professional killer."
"It's true, then I'll leave these people to you." Feng Qingchen knew Doudou's martial arts and was not polite at all.
It's one worse than the Left Bank, which is definitely enough to deal with these bandits.
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Despite Doudou's usual irregularity, his martial arts skills are really good. With so many famous teachers teaching him, Doudou won't be too bad even if he doesn't use martial arts anymore.
The bandits originally only wanted money, but when they heard what Feng Qingchen and Doudou said, they immediately became angry and shouted for the lives of Feng Qingchen and his party.
"Brother, this stinky bitch is looking for death. Let's catch her. After we've had enough fun, we'll sell her to a brothel."
Feng Qingchen was outside, dressing up as a woman as requested by Uncle Nine Emperors. The name bandit was not wrong. Doudou was happy when he heard it: "Feng Qingchen, listen, these people are actually more courageous than Doudou."
I'm still old, Master Dou, and I don't even dare to sell you to a brothel."
"The mouth is so bad, no one will be spared." Uncle Nine Emperors was not that good-tempered. These people dared to insult the women he held in the palm of his hand, and he became impatient.
"Okay, I promise not to leave anyone behind." Doudou didn't hesitate. When several bandits rushed up, he drew his sword and faced them. The master of Xuanyi Valley shouted behind him: "I have the bone-transforming water here.
Do you want it? This is a necessary medicine for assassinating people and killing corpses."
"Keep it, when you die, I will use it for you." Doudou said a few words to the Master of the Mysterious Medicine Valley, one against a hundred, and there was an air conditioner, which made the Master of the Mysterious Medicine Valley very angry: "You...
Damn it, I’m not dead even after you die.”
"..." Doudou wanted to reply, but unfortunately he didn't have time.
These bandits were numerous and not afraid of death. Hundreds of them attacked together, and Doudou couldn't bear it for a while.
Killing is also a labor of strength.
Seeing this, Feng Qingchen took out the gun and handed it to Uncle Nine Emperors: "Would you like to practice?"
Although there was a waste of bullets, it was better now than on the spot, and she could still exchange some bullets.
Anyway, I haven’t saved up medical ethics now, and ak47 is far away, so Feng Qingchen doesn’t feel wronged. Medical ethics can’t be saved, so I use it when it’s time to use it.
"I don't know how." Uncle Nine Emperors took the gun and jumped down, but did not move. Instead, he motioned with his eyes to Feng Qingchen to come forward and teach him.
In fact, Uncle Jiuhuang has already known how to use this thing. This is just for the fun of what Feng Qingchen taught him.
Feng Qingchen knew it and didn't know it, so he stepped forward and held Jiuhuangshu's hand, wrapping his big hand in his. Feng Qingchen stood alone behind Jiuhuangshu, not to mention how awkward it was, but these two didn't feel it.
Ahem... The coachman turned away silently, while the secret guards looked up at the sky. They saw nothing.
The Master of Xuanyi Valley had a look of disdain and looked at Uncle Nine Emperors out of the corner of his eye. However, when Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen fired a shot and hit the man in front of Doudou between the eyebrows, he immediately turned into envy.
"This hidden weapon is really a good thing. If Feng Qingchen still has it, lend it to me so that I can help." The master of Xuanyi Valley found a high-sounding reason.
It's a pity that no matter how good the reason is, it's useless. Feng Qingchen only has this one in his hands. Besides, even if there is still more, he will stick to the Nine Emperors Uncle and Sun Sixing first, and the Master of Xuanyi Valley will never get his turn.
Feng Qingchen took advantage of the opportunity to load the gun, turned around and said to the Master of the Mysterious Medicine Valley: "Master, I'm sorry, this is the only one I have."
"Then you go and rest, I'll come." The owner of Xuanyi Valley felt itchy in his heart when he saw Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen shoot each other again.
This is really a weapon for self-defense when going out. With this thing in hand, who dares to tie it up and go to treat people?
"..." Uncle Nine Emperors turned away and glanced at the Master of the Mysterious Medicine Valley. Without saying anything, he patted Feng Qingchen's hand to show that he knew how to do it.
In fact, Uncle Nine Emperors was embarrassed. He only wanted to take action with Feng Qingchen, but he forgot what the occasion was. Being interrupted by the master of Xuanyi Valley, Uncle Nine Emperors' ears turned red.
Others couldn't see it, but Feng Qingchen was right behind Uncle Nine Emperors, but he could see it clearly, and immediately stepped away with a sullen smile.
Uncle Nine Emperors took a breath, suppressed the noise in his heart, held the gun with one hand, and fired several shots around Doudou, hitting the red heart.
Turning around, he saw that the Master of the Xuanyi Valley was still there. He turned his gun and pointed it at the Master of the Xuanyi Valley. The Master of the Xuanyi Valley was frightened to death. After he came to his senses, he stretched out his two fingers and carefully pushed the gun away.
: "Xin, Xin, please don't mess around. I'm going to die, but no one will make money for you."
"Earn money? Apart from spending my king's money, when have you ever made money?" The medicine of the Master of the Mysterious Medicine Valley is hard to find. Good medicines are not sold by the Master of the Mysterious Medicine Valley. Of course, Uncle Nine Emperors does not sell them.
Reluctant to sell.
"It's amazing. I'll spend less in the future. Don't point this thing at me. I still want to live for a few more years. I still have several medicines that I haven't made yet." The master of Xuanyi Valley finally stopped pointing the gun at him.
, breathed a big sigh of relief, turned around and ran towards the carriage.
"I'm tired. Let's go to bed first. When you're done killing people, call me."
Feng Qingchen shook his head: You are the only one who can survive him."
"He eats hard things but not soft things." Uncle Nine Emperors thought for a moment and then added: "Same as Doudou and Zhezhe."
This is to remind Feng Qingchen not to be soft-hearted towards these people. To be soft-hearted towards them is to make yourself suffer, and every one of them will rub their noses in their faces.
"I know, let's ask people to help Doudou. There are too many of them, and we don't know if they have any help. We can get rid of them as soon as possible so that we can get on our way." Feng Qingchen glanced at Doudou who was having a good time.
He sighed secretly.
Only Doudou and Zhezhe can treat killing as a game. The two are actually very similar, but Doudou is not as cruel as Zhezhe.
Uncle Nine Emperors raised his hand, and eight black shadows immediately flew out. As soon as these eight people joined the battle, the bandits couldn't resist them.
These eight people are even tougher than Doudou. Doudou pays attention to a trick when killing people. He wants to kill beautifully. You can see that after watching Master Dou fight for a long time before even a drop of blood is stained on his body.
These eight people are practical. As soon as they join the battle, they will cut with their swords, and the blood will be sprayed everywhere. They are purely representatives of violence and bloodshed.
I saw that there were fewer and fewer bandits, but at this moment, there was a sudden movement on both sides of the road...