Nami today is less sharp than when she was in the teahouse, more like a rose with its thorns pulled out, making it easier for people to appreciate her beauty.
Nami and Yoshiko look very similar, and this alone is enough to attract the attention of any man.
Several young men who were with Xia Shang were all stunned when they heard Nami's voice and saw Nami's appearance. They thought, how could this Japanese woman be so beautiful?
Yang Shang was also stunned. He didn't recognize the girl at the first time as the talented female chess player who was clamoring to challenge the chess master in the teahouse.
Xia Shang frowned slightly and did not let go of the Japanese warrior's hand immediately, but the force was much weaker than before.
Nami was just one person without any guards. She knew Xia Shang could easily defeat her warriors, but she still came to Xia Shang unprepared: "Why don't you let go of my people? How long are you going to hold on to him like this?"
"We need an explanation, what is going on with this palace maid?"
"Who can know this?"
"The palace maid died after coming to the Harmony Pavilion. Their mission is to take care of the lives of you Japanese people. Now that she is dead, shouldn't you have an explanation? Or is the palace maid's death directly related to you?
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Look, this female corpse already looks like this. I don’t know how long she has been dead. I’m sure she died before we came here.”
Xia Shang looked at Nami and found that this woman did not feel the slightest fear standing in front of the female corpse, and her tone of voice did not change at all.
Although she is very similar to Yoshiko, Yoshiko is far behind compared to her.
Xia Shang paused slightly and said coldly: "As far as I know, the director of the Qinghe Hall is young, and the maid was arranged after you came. Therefore, this maid must have died after you came."
Nami nodded: "It makes sense, but it doesn't prove anything. If you want to make an explanation, you need some more direct evidence."
Xia Shang turned his head and looked at the palace maid again, finally sent the Japanese warrior away, then stood up and returned to Yang Shang and others.
Bai Song was stabbed just now, and now he finally recovered and covered his neck.
Zi, said loudly: "I know it without checking! A few days ago, in a flower house in Beijing's Flower Street, three girls were tortured to death. That person was the prince from the Japanese country. The death of those girls was extremely miserable. Then
...The prince of Japan is a pervert. He obviously tortured this palace maid to death."
"Who is this?" Nami looked at Bai Song with a smile, holding her hands behind her back, "Do you know what the crime of slandering the prince of your country is?"
"This is Dahua Kyoto! It is not your territory!" Bai Song refused to accept and shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Song suddenly let out a scream, and at some point a knife came from behind and penetrated Bai Song's shoulder blade.
"It's true that this is a wealthy capital, but guess what, if I kill you here, will your Dahua court dare to do anything to me?"
Behind the katana is another Japanese warrior, and behind the Japanese warrior is a greasy-headed Japanese man walking slowly, wearing a kimono, pigtails, and a thin layer of powder on his face. He is short and a little skinny.
There is always a weird and sinister sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Bai Song's bones were pierced by the sword. He was so painful that he couldn't breathe. His face was ashen and he was sweating profusely.
This feeling makes me go crazy just thinking about it.
The samurai holding the sword wasn't just playing around yet. He held the handle of the sword and moved it slowly. The blade got stuck in Bai Song's bones, forcing him to force the pain and follow the movement of the sword.
"Save...save..."
Bai Song closed his eyes and said two words, his teeth bit into the flesh of his lower lip, and he sweated profusely as if he had been soaked by rain.
Xia Shang was only one step away from Bai Song, but he did not dare to move at all.
This warrior was different from the previous warrior. Xia Shang didn't feel anything when he struck.
If Xia Shang took action at this time, not only would he not be able to control the opponent, but Bai Song would probably lose his life directly.
A few seconds later, Bai Song's breath had gradually weakened. The little man with oily hair and powdery face had already arrived in front of Bai Song. He stretched out a finger and inserted it directly into Bai Song's flesh from the gap of the wound.
Xia Shang and Bai Song had little contact, let alone friends, but seeing this scene gave rise to an unknown fire.
"Hehehe... I have seen you. That day in the flower house, everyone saw how I played those three bitches to death. You were there
Among them... tsk tsk, there are so many people, but no one dares to speak out, but you, a little brat who doesn't know how to live or die, dare to talk nonsense here!"
Bai Song was about to die. Hearing the sound, his closed eyes opened a crack. When he saw the pink-faced boy in front of him, he didn't know what horrible thing he had seen, but he fainted in fear...
"Did you faint?"
The samurai replied: "I fainted."
"How can you make him faint? Wake him up quickly!"
After hearing this, the warrior suddenly drew his sword.
In an instant, Bai Song's wound spurted out two arrows of blood like a fountain. The uncontrollable severe pain made him regain his consciousness. But at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to scream, and his body felt so light that he would fall down at any time.
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Everyone around was stunned, and no one dared to say anything.
But at this time, Xia Shang rushed over in one step.
At this time, the knife from Bai Song's body was drawn out, so he would not worry that Bai Song would be cut into pieces by the samurai. Now was the only chance to save him.
Xia Shang was very fast. He first sent out a silver needle, forcing the samurai to defend himself with the blade of his sword.
Taking advantage of a moment of opportunity, Xia Shang grabbed Bai Song, pulled him down behind him, and immediately sealed the acupuncture point on his shoulder. The blood spatter was obviously much smaller.
"Call the doctor quickly!"
Xia Shang's thinking was very clear. Although he could treat Bai Song's serious injuries, the little medicine he carried with him could not be treated at all. He could only ask the doctor to prepare enough medicine for the injury.
Everyone around was dumbfounded, and no one paid any attention to Xia Shang.
Only the pink-faced boy was so angry that he walked up to Xia Shang and shouted: "Give me your life!"
This pink-faced boy was too close to Xia Shang and completely underestimated the danger level of Xia Shang.
Xia Shang had long been gnashing his teeth in hatred for this guy. At this time, all his anger was concentrated in his hands, and his backhand was a simple and crude windmill!
Xia Shang's movements were actually not very fast. The pink-faced boy seemed to know some boxing skills. He looked at Xia Shang's offensive with a hint of sneer, and actually used his fists to face Xia Shang's slap.
The moment the fists and palms met, the pink-faced boy felt like he turned into a leaf, flew into the air, turned into a stone in an instant, and sank to the bottom of the lake in an instant.