It was a great wedding, but all the guests dispersed at once. They couldn't afford to offend the Yin Mansion, and they couldn't afford to offend Du Ruhai's son, Du Haiqing.
Four or five evil slaves emerged directly from the crowd. They all held weapons in their hands and their eyes looked fierce. They looked at Sun Wukong and laughed ferociously, surrounding Sun Wukong.
As for Chen Guangrui, he was so frightened that even the cuckold on his head fell to the ground and was trampled to pieces by the panicked crowd.
"What the hell are you doing? Fishing? Give it to me."
Du Haiqing got up from the ground, took a pair of big scissors, jumped up in the air, and cut off Sun Wukong's head with the scissors.
"You're still so arrogant, go to hell!"
The crowd exclaimed, as if they saw Sun Wukong's head flying into the sky and blood pouring from his chest.
But the next moment, Sun Wukong took a step back, and the big scissors cut directly on Sun Wukong's hand.
The big scissors were clamped on his fleshy hand and cut open. Du Haiqing's face turned pale and he was about to withdraw his weapon.
Sun Wukong kicked him in the stomach, "Poof!" A mouthful of old blood spurted out.
The force of this kick kicked Mr. Du more than twenty meters away, and he fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled a few times and couldn't get up.
"Ah, he killed someone."
I don't know who made the noise, and the Yin Mansion was completely in chaos.
Miss Yin was smiling, but Chen Guangrui didn't even dare to raise her head and pulled her away.
Sun Wukong didn't care about how many there were, just like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, he directly killed all those evil slaves.
The ground was dyed red with blood, and the entire courtyard was empty. Sun Wukong glanced at the trembling Chen Guangrui, with a mysterious smile on his face, and left the Yin Mansion directly.
"Hey, this guy just doesn't know how to be patient. He's going to suffer a lot," Miss Yin said.
After rushing out of Chang'an City, Qing Yi said: "It's not empty, where shall we go?"
"Haizhou." Sun Wukong said.
The three of them flew across the ocean, and soon the islands of Haizhou were clearly visible in their minds.
"Brother Fu Kong, if we caused trouble at someone else's wedding and killed someone, wouldn't we be going too far?"
Along the way, Qing Yi didn't ask any questions, because he understood Sun Wukong and would not do something like this for no reason. Just like before, Sun Wukong massacred the monks of Jinshan Temple, and then used methods to destroy half of the city of Chang'an.
Facts have proved that those monks from Jinshan Temple really deserve to be killed, and that Monk Faming deserves to be killed even more because he has contacts with Elder Jinchi.
Sun Wukong said: "You will understand in a moment why I made a fuss about his wedding."
The three of them left Chang'an, but Chen Guangrui was badly harmed and almost imprisoned, but somehow, Prime Minister Yin bailed him out again.
Emperor Li Shimin was, after all, a wise emperor who cherished talents and sent Chen Guangrui to Jiangzhou to take up his post within one month.
Chen Guangrui did not dare to delay, let alone stay in Chang'an, so he took Miss Yin to bid farewell to Prime Minister Yin and went straight to Haizhou.
Haizhou is his hometown, and he wants to take his mother with him to Jiangzhou.
Sun Wukong and the other three arrived in Haizhou and found that there were many beggars and robbers here, and the public security here was extremely chaotic.
The biggest rich man here is the Chen family. This Chen family has no public figures, but they are wealthy businessmen.
The three of them sat down in a restaurant, drinking wine, eating side dishes, and listening to the girl singing a ditty in the restaurant.
At this time, there was a cry outside. The three of them looked outside and saw that they were a group of women. These women were disheveled and could hardly cover their bodies. Their faces were all numb. The few who were crying quietly would be sent to prison.
Scolding, "**, cry, cry, just know how to cry."
Then the woman will definitely receive a whip, screaming and trembling.
The spectators in this restaurant seemed to be used to such scenes and just took a glance.
Qingyi and Yinjiao were a little angry and wanted to ask what happened, but they were grabbed by Sun Wukong.
"You three, would you like anything else?"
The waitress came to the table to ask. Her eyes kept staring at Qing Yi's breasts.
At this time, the wine in Sun Wukong's cup suddenly rose, and the wine poured directly into the waiter's eyes.
"Ah, you..."
The waiter was in pain, covering his eyes with his hands and squeezing hard.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my hand slipped just now." Sun Wukong said with a smile.
"Wait, wait..." The waiter got up and ran to the kitchen, probably to wash his eyes.
The diners in the store all looked at the three of them. They were all gloating about their misfortune, and then they seemed to have seen nothing, and each ate their own food.
"There's something strange here," Qing Yi said: "The people in the restaurants, banks, and cloth shops here are all very vicious. The people in this restaurant are so cold-blooded."
Before Sun Wukong could say anything, the waiter and four people ran out from the back kitchen and surrounded their table.
Of these four people, three were thin and one was fat. The fat one was a little short, but they were dressed in silk and satin and had arrogant looks on their faces. In his eyes, they probably didn't like anyone.
The waiter said to the fat man: "He, the boss, blinded me with the wine in the cup."
Sun Wukong put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "Boss, what this little brother said was a bit excessive. My hands just slipped."
The fat man didn't say anything, but the waiter in the shop whispered in his ear: "He's from outside."
The fat man's eyes lit up, he looked at the people and said, "Are you from outside?"
"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?" Sun Wukong said calmly.
The fat man smiled almost flatteringly and said, "Does your guest have any fame?"
"So what if there is, and so what if there isn't."
"The guest officer is a wealthy businessman?"
Sun Wukong smiled, shook the black iron rod in his hand and said, "I am just an ordinary commoner, what do you want?"
"Buyi!?"
The fat man smiled happily, and Sun Wukong also laughed, somewhat inexplicably.
"If you stay safe in this state, sending these two beautiful women to the 'Chen Mansion' may give you a place to stay."
The fat man's expression became ferocious, and his eyes towards Qing Yi and Yinjiao became lewd.
"But you don't know what's good and you actually made trouble in my place. Did you know that this is the residence of Mr. Chen Guangrui, and you three really don't know how to live or die."
The fat man waved his hand, and three or four of his men attacked the three of them.
At this time, Qing Yi and Yin Jiao were already extremely angry. They saw several evil slaves rushing up and pulling out their swords. The sword energy was everywhere, and blood, internal organs, and heads flew up.
The diners in the restaurant were so frightened that they all ran away with pale faces.
The fat man also turned pale and took a few steps back and said, "You... you... you are dead. This whole state is owned by the Chen family. With millions of soldiers, you are dead."
Sun Wukong walked towards him with a smile. The floor creaked, thinking that it was like the pace of death.
"I don't know if I can leave here, but I know that you can't leave today. If you answer me quickly, I can give you a happy death."