It was already the night of the second day when Fang Jie returned to Hongxiu Zhao. After entering the room, he was silent for a long time after hearing the big dog say that the stick was dead. The body of Henggun was taken away by the Ouchi guards, and the murderer has not been found yet. He silently tore off a piece of white clothes tied to his arms from the inside of the robe, and then said a few words to the people in the room.
"I rented a shop across the street to the west of Hongxiuzhao. When I came back from Changchun Garden, I paid the rent on the way. Sister Xiaoyao, you can move there and wait for me to come back."
"I'm going to bring back the corpse of the horizontal stick."
After saying these two sentences, he turned around and walked out of the gate of Hongxiu Zhao.
"I'll go with you!"
Qilin chased him out from behind, and said in a hoarse voice: "The person who killed the horizontal stick will still kill you after all, we don't feel relieved if you go out by yourself."
Fang Jie paused, turned back and said to Qilin: "Go left from here for about half an hour, then turn left and there is a coffin shop, brother Qilin... let's go buy a coffin, the owner of the shop is probably closed, find a way... go Don't go into the alleys on the main street, remember."
Qilin was startled, hesitated for a while and nodded: "Close the door, and I'll open it."
Fang Jie hummed, looked at Dagou and Mu Xiaoyao, and said, "Go back first, and don't cause trouble for Hongxiu Zhao anymore. We people are disaster stars, and we will cause trouble wherever we go. Please help us Enough is already enough, our lives are not solid, and no one knows if we will have a chance to repay it to others, the more we owe others, the more we feel blocked, if we can't repay it, at least we don't want to cause trouble for others."
Da Quan and Mu Xiaoyao nodded.
"You have to be accompanied by someone."
Shen Qingfan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said something, his tone was light but firm enough to be beyond doubt.
"I go."
Mu Xiaoyao walked slowly to Fang Jie's side, looked into Fang Jie's eyes and said in a low voice, "Although I don't know why you insist on going out alone, you must have your reasons. Originally, I planned to follow you quietly. Yes, that's why I didn't speak just now. I'm not as smart as her, and she just said..."
Fang Jie shook his head to signal Mu Xiaoyao not to continue talking, he smiled and said only four words: "I knew it before I came back."
Mu Xiaoyao nodded, and followed Fang Jie out of the red sleeve move.
Hongxiu moved to the third floor, and Xihua stood at the window watching Fang Jie who was going out and couldn't help shaking his head slightly. Standing next to her, Xi Canwick also frowned slightly, and cursed slightly angrily after being silent for a while: "Is he an idiot?!"
Xi Huamei was startled, looked at Xi Zhuwick and asked, "Didn't you always hate this Fang Jie?"
"It's the same now, just because he's an idiot."
Xi Canwick turned and went back to his room, without looking downstairs again. Xi Huamei always felt that there was something different in Xi Zhuwick's tone, but she couldn't figure out what was different. Looking at Xi Canwick's back, she shook her head slightly and said to herself: "You should have lived a better life. If His Majesty knew that you were dancing in this building, I don't know if he would immediately send a flying fish robe to seal you off." This building."
But thinking about what the man in the green shirt said before he left, she could only sigh silently.
After Fang Jie and Mu Xiaoyao walked out of the red sleeve trick, they walked about 200 meters and found that there was still a steamed stuffed bun shop that was not closed. Fang Jie was still in the mood to stop, took out copper coins and bought ten buns.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
He asked Mu Xiaoyao.
Mu Xiaoyao nodded.
She ate wine as a meal, but the whole day today, she didn't even take a sip of wine. I was so upset that I couldn't even drink alcohol.
Fang Jie asked the boss to divide the buns into two portions, six for him and four for Mu Xiaoyao.
"vegetarian."
Fang Jie said something lightly, and then stuffed a bun into his mouth. The buns are not big, but it is still a bit difficult to eat one in one bite. The steamed stuffed bun with egg and mushroom tastes good. After he ate three times in a row, he looked at Mu Xiaoyao who was a bit embarrassed and said: "You can only have strength after eating. Before coming back, Mr. Zhuo found me and asked me to tell you something... you So the stagnation of perception ability has nothing to do with alcoholism, drinking too much alcohol will make you more and more dull... If I knew these things earlier, I would never buy you alcohol all the time."
Following Jie's footsteps above, Mu Xiaoyao picked up a bun and took a bite.
"Unpalatable?" Fang Jie asked.
"No."
"Then finish it all."
Fang Jie stuffed the last bun into his mouth, and subconsciously touched the rusty broken knife by his waist. Mu Xiaoyao followed his example and stuffed the whole bun into her mouth, but her mouth was too small to chew. Fang Jie took out a handkerchief from his cuff, wiped the soup dripping from the corner of Mu Xiaoyao's mouth, and said softly, "You have walked three hundred and sixty-five steps with me from Hongxiu Zhao to here, that's enough."
"not enough!"
Mu Xiaoyao swallowed the food in her mouth with difficulty and shook her head.
"Not far from the shop I rented, there is a seller of hot noodle soup. The business is good. It should be delicious. Let's eat together tomorrow morning, okay?"
Mu Xiaoyao nodded, and said firmly, "I won't leave."
"Must go."
Fang Jie finished wiping the corners of Mu Xiaoyao's mouth, folded the handkerchief and handed it to her, and said: "Look."
Mu Xiaoyao was stunned, and Fang Jie had already turned around and walked out when he was in a daze. Mu Xiaoyao hesitated for a while, but in the end she still didn't follow. She turned around and walked towards the shop that Fang Jie rented out, eating buns while walking, then naturally opened the handkerchief to wipe her mouth, when she opened the handkerchief, she saw a line of small characters written on it.
Mr. Zhuo is here, I can't trust the court, if something happens, I will find the old lame man.
This is a very uncoordinated sentence, but there are too many meanings to be expressed in it. Mu Xiaoyao's pupils contracted slightly, and she instantly understood what Fang Jie meant. She couldn't help speeding up her pace, the red silk hidden in her cuff was about to move.
somewhere.
The person hidden in the shadow smiled softly and said to Mr. Zhuo: "Alone, he really trusts you."
Mr. Zhuo shook his head and said nothing.
But he wanted to say in his heart that if he really trusted me, he wouldn't be alone.
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After eating six steamed buns, Fang Xie felt warm and comfortable in his stomach. As far as his appetite was concerned, six steamed buns were not enough to fill him up, and even doubling it would not necessarily make him full. But he only ate six. Of course, it wasn't because he was reluctant to part with the copper coins, but because he knew that he would be in trouble if he was too full at this time.
When a person eats too much, he will become comfortable, and even if there is a trace of comfort, he will inevitably become a little unresponsive.
He walked along the street, walking slowly. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and many shops on the roadside have closed their doors. When he reached the entrance of a small alley, Fang Jie seemed to hesitate for a moment, then turned around and walked in. The alley was very deep and quiet, Fang Jie slightly stooped and rushed out.
Move like a rabbit.
Just when he rushed to the depths of the alley, turned around the corner and rushed into another alley, several black figures suddenly appeared at the alley behind him. The leader was wearing a black robe that could cover his head and face. After understanding the direction in which Fang Jie disappeared, he gestured, and the man in black standing behind him rushed in.
On the roof of a private house, several masked men who were about to rush down were stopped by the leader. The leader pointed to the men in black in the alley below, twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice: "Someone will do it for us, wait and see what happens."
After six or seven men in black rushed into the alley, they showed their weapons, and the bright horizontal knives reflected a cold light under the moonlight. With a cold and contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, the leading man in black murmured that he couldn't blame others for his death, and then disappeared without a trace.
When the man in black was chasing through the second alley, he suddenly stopped in his footsteps. The one in front stopped abruptly and even took a step back subconsciously.
In the alley ahead, Fang Jie stood there quietly with a broken knife in his hand.
"kill."
A man in black roared in a low voice, and rushed up first. The blade in his hand was raised high, and with the sound of wind and thunder, it slashed towards the top of Fang Xie's head. Seeing the horizontal knife being raised, instead of stepping back, Fang Jie took a big step forward. The broken knife held in his right hand was drawn from bottom to top. Before he crashed into the arms of the man in black, the broken knife tore the man's throat, and a stream of slightly hot blood spurted out.
Fang Jie brushed past the man, while the man in black with blood spraying from his neck was still holding his blade in mid-air.
Backhand knife, go one word.
is the right hand.
The second man in black was obviously taken aback, he didn't expect that his companion who was cultivated at the second rank would have his throat cut in the blink of an eye. The leader said before that this young man is a waste who can't practice, but how can such a waste strike so fast and so sharply
The moment he was astonished, Fang Jie's knife was already in front of him. He didn't even see the angle from which Fang Jie's knife was attacking, subconsciously wanted to raise the knife to block but found that he hadn't found the trajectory of the opponent's knife at all.
It's still a backhand knife, or a single word.
Or the right hand.
Fang Jie, who practiced one-style sword with only his left hand for a day, did not know why he chose his right hand to kill. What is even more astonishing is that in just one day, he was so proficient in using the Yishidao's knife-out method. The blade appeared strangely from a completely unpredictable angle, and cut the throat of the second man in black.
Blood spurted out like a waterfall, and the blood mist under the moonlight was like a plum blossom unfolding.
"Go together!"
The remaining four or five men in black swarmed up, slashing at Fang Xie with horizontal knives. Fang Jie's figure passed through the four or five people like a fish, and then stabbed a man in black in the back with his backhand without looking back. With a pop, the knife rushed in.
He took a few steps back quickly, pulling the man in black who had been stabbed back at the same time. The four men in black who passed him turned around, and then slowly pressed forward. Fang Jie pulled the broken knife out from the back of the man in black, very slowly. In the silence of the night, the sound of the saw-like edge of the broken knife being slowly pulled out of the man's body was so clear, and the sound of the blade rubbing against the bone made one's teeth ache.
With a bang, Fang Jie kicked the man in black flying, stepped forward, followed the flying corpse and jumped forward at the same time.
A man in black just dodged the flying corpse, and before he had time to turn around, Fang Jie came in front of him. The broken knife pierced straight into his heart, and then he felt the knife twist violently in his body. He even had the illusion that he heard the sound of his heart breaking.
"waste!"
The leader of the masked man crouching on the roof cursed in a low voice, pointed to Fang Xie and said, "Go down and help, no matter who those people are, we all have a purpose now, to kill Fang Xie!"
The four or five masked men around him immediately stood up and jumped down from the roof like owls with wings spread.
At this moment, the leader of the man in black who had been hiding before was also a little annoyed. He came out of the shadows, drew out a soft sword hidden in the black robe, and stabbed Fang Jie's back like a poisonous snake. He had been hiding in the shadow of the wall, and the robe on his body was so wide that it completely covered his figure. When he stood there motionless before, no one noticed his existence.
The soft sword reached Fang Xie's back almost instantly, but Fang Xie didn't seem to notice it.
Just when the sword had reached Fang Jie's back, the black-robed man holding the sword froze suddenly, and the sword could not be pushed forward any more. The next second, he did something that surprised everyone. thing.
He drew his sword, turned around and pierced one of his men through the heart with the sword. Another sword cut through the throat of a masked man, and the wide black robe unfolded. He was like a huge bat, and his movements were so fast that it was impossible to react. He tossed and turned in the alley, swooping back and forth like a bat.
Fang Jie went forward to kill, and he stood behind Fang Xie to kill in another direction, like a pair of partners who cooperated tacitly, each killing faster than the other.
In less than a minute, most of the seven or eight people surrounding Fang Jie were stabbed to death by the man in black, and the remaining two were chopped down one by one by Fang Jie.
After Fang Jie killed the last person in front of him, he looked back at the man holding the sword.
He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his head, looked at the roof and said with some gloom, "Can't you come sooner? I'm really not in the mood for excitement."
At some point, there was another person beside the masked man who was lying on the roof before.
Wearing a cloth, the palm of the hand was placed on the shoulder of the masked man. He sat there quietly, while the masked man lying beside him was already trembling with fright.
"Abandon the sword."
The clothed man whispered two words, and the black robed man in the alley immediately dropped the soft sword in his hand on the ground. One said and the other did, without hindrance.
After saying this sentence, he couldn't help being a little disappointed, and the other party explained: "The one who should have come didn't come."
Fang Jie didn't answer, but rushed out like a cheetah that found its prey. He didn't even glance at who the black-robed man who wanted to kill him before was, and he increased his speed to the extreme. Seeing him rushing back like crazy, Mr. Zhuo's expression changed suddenly, he said to take them all away, and then jumped after Fang Xie.
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This is a grocery store. The original owner has moved away, and there are many unused things left randomly in the store, so it looks very messy.
The big dog glanced at the mess in the room, and couldn't help shaking his head: "You two go upstairs to rest first, and I'll clean it up... Although what I hate most is doing these vulgar things with my hands, but now it seems that everyone except me No one else will clean it, right…”
Shen Qingfan, who was sitting on the wheelbarrow, and Mu Xiaoyao, who was standing by the side, knew that the big dog had a very strange problem. He was obviously a vulgar person, but he had the same problem as those so-called nobles, even more so than others. Those nobles still have to insist. He doesn't do laundry, doesn't go into the kitchen, let alone clean the room, like a real nobleman, he will never do things that insult his identity.
I don't know where this persistence comes from, but Dagou is sometimes stubborn and makes people angry.
But today, he seems to have gotten the hang of it.
Just as he bent down to pick up a broom and was about to sweep the floor, suddenly someone outside the door asked softly.
"Excuse me, are you the one with the most sensitive nose?"
The big dog suddenly looked up, and saw a man in a white gown standing at the door. Perhaps it was because it was too dark to see the man's face. It also seemed that there was a layer of mist lingering on this person's face, even though he was not far away, his facial features were not clear. In this quiet night, he stood at the door, his snow-white gown was like a blooming white lotus, which was particularly eye-catching.