let me be quiet

Chapter 69

The yellow-faced man couldn't figure out Qian Yitong's details for a moment, felt guilty, and whispered: "Are you sure you're not putting on airs like the kid last time?"

Several pairs of greedy eyes focused on Qian Yitong, and the big man whispered sideways: "This time it's not like putting on airs."

"If you don't want to die, get out of here." Qian Yitong said in a dark voice.

These words completely angered the yellow-faced man: "Whoever he is, we'll talk about it after we grab it, let me do it!"

"Cut, slag!"

Qian Yitong snorted coldly, stepped up and flew up, the sword was still in his arms, but he kicked the big man's face firmly and firmly, and in the blink of an eye, he landed lightly.

The big man behind him was kicked and screamed, covering his face and rolling around in pain, Qian Yi pointed at the yellow-faced man with the hilt of his sword: "Tell me, who pretended to be me?"

The yellow-faced man had seen such a fast speed before, and he was dumbfounded when he heard him ask. His legs trembled and he knelt on the ground with a thud: "Big... hero, spare me... forgive me, it's the little one who has eyes Know Taishan..."

"Answer question."

Qian Yitong didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he turned his eyes coldly.

"That, that, yes, it's the man you bought, the man." Huanglian's tongue was knotted.

"Oh? Let's hear it, how did he pretend to be me?" Qian Yitong was in high spirits, holding his sword and drawing half a tick at the corner of his mouth playfully.

The yellow-faced man saw that it was difficult to tell the difference between the laughing man and the devil, so he dared to be negligent, and he explained how Huali pretended to be Qian Yitong and how he saw through it, so he sold it to Fengyuelou. He didn't dare to say who he killed, he only said The old couple was killed by mistake.

Qian Yitong's smile deepened after hearing this, good boy, dare to pretend to be me.

Glancing at the yellow-faced man: "Do you know who you are selling?"

Huanglian had an ominous premonition, his teeth were shaking: "... who?"

Qian Yitong stretched his waist and pointed at Huanglian: "Come on, your grandpa Qian will tell you."

The yellow-faced man half-kneeled and crawled over, listening attentively.

"Heheheha, Ah Da!!!"

The sound of fists smashing into the face and Qian Yitong's haha ​​sound mixed together amidst the screams of the big men behind him.

Huanglian could only feel severe pain like raindrops coming from his face continuously, and when he stopped, Huanglian was swollen bigger than the sesame seed cakes sold by Wu Dalang.

His eyes were bulging, and his vision was already blurred. The figure clapped his fists: "You dare to sell my daughter-in-law, I'm so tired of it."

Huang Lian stubbornly held back and didn't dare to know the sound, until the figure kicked him away, and the light kungfu sound of the toes slightly touching the ground disappeared for a long time, and it was as if he was raped by hundreds of bad guys at the same time. screamed.

That wailing was earth-shattering and wept ghosts and gods.

"Jingle Bell……"

There is wind passing by.

An old lady wearing a hip-hop ugly mask led a man from the depths of the alley. The man was stiff and his head was covered with a black veiled wide hat, which covered his entire face and only exposed the body below the shoulders. It is full of countless blue and black strange copper bells.

The old lady held a golden bell in her hand, shook it, and the man jumped, causing the bronze bells all over her body to tremble and ring.

The big man on the ground didn't know how painful it was, and was still rolling. The yellow-faced man sat paralyzed and wailed, tears washed his face, his sight recovered a lot, and he saw the weird two people at a glance. They learned from their clothes that it was the old couple who had been killed by him.

There was clearly a dazzling white and warm sunshine on the top of his head, but it forced the yellow-faced man to be alert to the overwhelming chill that was sweeping over him.

A swollen face instantly lost color, and stopped crying, until the old couple walked in, then shook their bodies and crawled back: "...Ghost...Ghost!"

Those rolling big guys also noticed the danger coming, and they didn't care about the safety of the yellow faces. They all covered their faces and turned over and wanted to run away, but they saw Mrs. Wu laughing sadly, pinching the golden bell with three fingers, and pointing to the entrance of the alley with her index finger: " The undead soul of the Yu family, with a thousand years of grievances, sacrificed my blood and body, and on the night of the full moon, the heavens will destroy the gods."

Then, a large black gas mask exploded around her, instantly turning into a translucent water wave-like dirty wall, blocking the retreat of those big men.

Countless distorted black air turned into screaming and screaming heads, rushing towards those terrified men, penetrating into their bodies, carrying them up to the sky, struggling, howling, and finally falling to the ground.

Turning into puppets with empty eyes, they bowed neatly to Mrs. Wu, and a strange female voice said, "See Your Highness the Princess!"

"Ah."

The old lady raised her hand and lifted Uncle Wu's veil, and she was already a monster with blue face, fangs and blood eyes.

"Husband, how about letting the young master of the Huang family be your dessert?"

"Jingle Bell……"

The golden bell swayed, and Old Man Wu walked to the side of the yellow-faced man who was retreating in the corner, paralyzed and trembling, bent over, roared, and went down to the mouth...

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Qian Yitong hurried back to the downtown just now to look for Huali, but the red string and baskets on the ground were gone, only people walking back and forth, Huali and them were gone.

Qian Yitong panicked, pushed away the crowd and went to the nearby peddler, and asked, "Boss, can you see those two people who were walking with me just now?"

After making such a big fight with him, the fructose peddler naturally knew him, but seeing him swinging his sword to stab an old lady, he thought he was a bad guy, and hurriedly said, "I didn't pay attention."

Qian Yitong asked several people in succession, and it was the same.

This will completely panic, and roar in the crowd without hesitation: "Hua Ermao!!! Die for me!!!"

That sound can be said to go straight to the sky, causing passers-by all over the street to turn their heads and wonder, is this person crazy?

At the other end of the flow of people, Huali, Tang Xiaohu, Tang Wei'er and two maidservants were happily tasting Luo City's famous bean curd smell, each with a bamboo skewer to eat happily.

"Ah che..."

Hua Li sneezes and falls out, almost knocking over the bamboo bowl in his hand.

But at this moment, the tall horse couldn't pull its rein, and suddenly startled in the crowd, its head honking and the sound of hooves came straight towards Huali.

Tang Wei'er, who covered her mouth and smiled, was the first to sense the danger: "Young man, be careful..."

Xinzi and the hand outstretched under the Qingrao gauze belt stopped in the air at the same time, and the man on the horseback was one step faster than her, twisting Huali up in a half-slanted posture, and pulling him onto the horse.

There was a gust of wind, and it stopped.

Instinctively, Hua Li still grabbed the bamboo bowl in his hand. He hadn't reacted before, but he was also afraid, so he was furious, and when he looked back, he wanted to splash the black, rotten bean stench in the bamboo tube on that person's face.

But after seeing the man's appearance clearly, he was stunned: "...Yu, Prince Yu..."

Lord Yu held the rein in his hand and held Huali in his arms. The girl Lihua, who thought she had snatched the women's men's clothes and slipped out to play, was stunned when she heard this: "You... are you a man?"

Hua Li just remembered that he was pretending to be dumb in Fengyue Tower, panicked Qingqian, and hastily reached out his hand to cover his mouth, Doufushuk slipped from the horse's back, staining King Huayu's clothes black.

Lord Yu frowned slightly: "Do you know what crime is for deceiving this king?"