"Cough, this, this wound..."
Mingsu asked but smiled, her delicate body turned slightly, and a faint fragrance was raised. Ming Fei really made a 'uh', his body was filled with warm fragrant nephrite jade, and a stunning beauty was already in his arms.
If it is said that Ming Feizhen with blood-red and red eyes is like a demon king at the moment, Ming Suwen is like a demon king who is accompanied by a wonderful appearance. She smiled sweetly and lay down on Ming Feizhen's body, ignoring Ming Feizhen's heart beating like a drum, she actually sat on the word 'Mrs. But with a touch of maple red, it can be seen that he is really ashamed, and he doesn't care at all.
Ming Fei really knew the temper of the little aunt, and if he became playful, he would not be able to stop for a while, so he had to smile bitterly.
"Why does Madam benefit me?"
Ming Suwen didn't want him to get too old to admit it, and almost slapped him with a smile. But when he heard the question, his pretty face was slightly cold, and his beautiful eyes stared at the three corpses, but he didn't even turn slightly.
"The marks of swords and swords on this old Zhang's body are not some great wounds. Except for the fatal wounds, none of them were left during the actual fight. But there are more than 40 wounds on one person's body, but he did not fight with anyone. I think I also know that it was caused by being brutally abused, and the rest of the wounds are still there. Several swords cut off the tendons of the hands and feet, and looking at the extent of blood and muscle expansion, other wounds must be dealt with first.”
Ming Feizhen supported his chin with one hand, and said lightly, "Then Boss Zhang was cut off from his limbs, so he couldn't resist. He spread out on the ground and was hacked with a sword and bayonet for fun. His wife and daughter were in the house and naturally resisted fiercely. , which further stimulated the sadism of this group of people, and made him more abused."
"From the position of the sword and the stance, the swordsmanship that hurt him came from at least eight different sects. Usually, he didn't practice well, his skills were shallow, and his orientation was extremely poor. That's all. That's a deadly one. The sword passed through the head, leaving only a bit of red in the forehead. The essence of stabbing is already among the super masters. It is only the flying stabbing technique of Lushan Jianguan that can be left. Obviously, it was because someone was angry and forgot to accept it for a while. From the beginning, it was martial arts."
"In terms of this person's martial arts, he shouldn't be forced out of his original martial arts."
"That's natural, unless something happened that angered him and made him have to shoot. Plus the murderer was obviously a shallow personality with no scheming, so he used a stunt of fame. Just to say what it was. , I don't know, I want you to find clues yourself."
"I can't find it anymore. I'm so stupid, the lady is so smart, why don't you help me?"
"It's love to be lazy."
Ming Suwen stretched out her pink finger and lightly poked him on the forehead, but she was in a trance when she was called 'lady', her pink cheeks were flushed, as if drinking fine wine. She smiled tenderly, like five fingers of white jade soaked in cream, lightly holding the beautiful melon seed face, as if holding a new snow, the more she looked at it, the more beautiful it became.
"Well, let's see... This wine burns to death, and the mouth is still open, and the resentment is so great. But there are still bloody pieces of cloth between the teeth, which is fresh, it doesn't mean that he was abused, and It’s the habit of eating clothes. The material is so rotten that it’s impossible to identify it. But it’s not on him. I think, this boss Zhang resisted before he died, hurt the culprit, and angered that person. Do real work."
The hall gradually became silent, but Ming Feizhen held the venue and applauded.
The two of them said a word to each other, as if they were chatting, and they actually restored the situation all night as if they had seen it in person. Even the child who really saw it with his own eyes couldn't say it so carefully.
"There's just one more point. You must be accompanied by witnesses. Child, do you remember who came to your house that night and beat and scolded your mother?"
"Yes, it's him!"
The childish voice echoed in the hall, revealing a sadness. The Zhang family's widow suddenly pointed at Ling Qingshu, obviously he was able to answer simple questions.
"It's that person!"
Ling Qingshu's complexion was gloomy, as his narrow blue-white eyes gradually revealed a fierce light.
"Yes, Jiu Shou Zhang was killed by my son. His wife and daughter also played with my son's corpse throwing, but how long will you be entangled in the life of the ants?"
The tone was very impatient, and there was a dark anger.
"What are you going to do? Let's draw it down. Chahuzhuang, don't you want to shock me with this incident? Let me tell you, these ant people have killed more than ten times a year. I've never put anyone in my eyes. You have this idea, it's just a dream. The surnamed Xie is here, you ask him, give him the guts, does he dare to touch a hair of my Ling Qingshu !"
Master Xie was silent, the person in front of him was the younger brother of the Empress, Uncle Guo, what could he do.
"As for you, Lord Mingbao, what exactly do you mean?"
The tone gradually became fierce, and his eyes glanced at Ming Su asked intentionally or unintentionally.
Seeing that Ming Suwen and Ming Fei were so close, Ling Qingshu felt a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart. He was used to seeing beautiful women in his life, but he had never seen such beauty. Because when I saw this woman for the first time, I was fascinated by it, and I had a very strong desire to take it for myself. It's just because of his identity and position that he can't be so obvious.
Looking at the intimacy between her and Lord Yeluo, anyone with a discerning eye would know that the two have an affair. But Ling Qingshu never thought that she would be the wife of the Yeluo Fortress. After all, the mistress shouldn't show herself like this and do this concubine act. Everything in the clinker hill is messed up, and this stunning beauty is really his wife.
After he had planned to negotiate all the conditions, Heen asked him to hand over this beauty. With the momentum of Lushan Jianguan, no one will turn their face for a concubine. But if the wife...the only thing left is to force him into submission, and use force to snatch her way after the event - this beautiful woman, screaming and crying under him, her favorite husband was smashed to the kneecap, looking at him like a muddy mess She let herself be ravaged. She twitched all over but had to face his most ferocious impact with her snow-white body, the desolate appearance of pear blossoms and rain... This is obviously better than his obedient offering of my favor!
Ling Qingshu almost tried his best to appease his surging desires, but he didn't make the rash act of pulling his sword and taking off the head of Ye Luobao's master... Let's listen to what he has to say.
"Did you say it was an ant..."
Ming Fei really touched his chin slowly.
"Yes, it is true that you need to think like this to do this. Killing people with this flying stabbing technique is no different from signing a signature on the body. If you want to stand up, there is no easier way than this. People are not allowed to move this corpse, and by the way, let's shock the big idiots of Hangzhou Wulin. Wouldn't it be easier for Lushan Sword Temple to expand in Hangzhou. Your mind is really wonderful, the fifteen mangy dogs that we raised in the back mountain If you neglect your training, you might not be able to keep up with others. No wonder you can do things that are inferior to beasts."
A young man drew his sword and shouted, "You dare to scold us Brother Ling!" All the others drew their swords. Except for the Changzhou Huifeng Sabre, which had been knocked over long ago, the other five drew their swords at the same time. , the momentum is not weak.
Ling Gongzi's eyes revealed blatant killing intent: "I can understand that this is Ye Luobao's gauntlet to Lushan Jianguan?"
Ming Fei was really speechless, but he was stronger than any answer.
"You have disappointed me too much. I thought Lord Yeluo would be a person who knows current affairs and wants to make you depend on it."
"I never said who Ye Luobao would depend on." Ming Fei really touched his nose, "Your Excellency will be wrong."
"The surname is Ming! You are courting death, don't blame me."
When Ling Qingshu was in Mount Lu, because of the grace of the imperial court, he did not have to pay for his life even if he murdered. In addition to his father and his brother, Jianguan in Lushan has always been bossy, and even more cruel and unkind to the people of Changzhou, Jiujiang, just like a local emperor. When have you ever been insulted like this. He had intended to be provocative at first, cutting off his head and taking his wife. Thinking of Mrs. Ming's delicate and indescribable handsome face, his murderous intent burst forth.
He pulled out the blue steel sword, and the hair of the sword flowed down like a waterfall, and the sword energy swept away like the Yangtze River. Where the blade pointed, there was a faint sound of water flowing on the blade, and the sword qi seemed to be solid.
This is the secret sword of the Lushan Jianguan Ling family, the Feiliu Needle Technique. If you talk about the essence of stabbing, it can be said to be unparalleled in the world.
There are four realms of flying stabbing, and the name of this sword is 'how much do you know about flying splashes'. The sword is fine and complicated, and it is very gorgeous. The sword world has the praise of "flying beads scattered light clouds, flowing foam brushing the stone". The fashion of this sword at the beginning is a sword, and then it is a sword after a sword, and it is repeated in turn, if the rushing water is endless. Those who have reached the top level can stab one hundred and seventy-one swords in one breath. If he was able to pinpoint the target thorn, he would have to be torn apart from the whole body. It can be called the nemesis of the world's defense tactics.
Ling Qingshu is the youngest son of Ling Hanzhong, and is very much loved by the master of the Lushan Swordsmanship. Therefore, Ling Qingshu is not very old, but his swordsmanship cultivation is comparable to that of top masters.
"The thief, die!!"
Bang!
As if a sledgehammer was smashing on something, the extremely refreshing and rigid sound resounded abruptly in the hall.
Then the sword qi in the hall disappeared, and the murderous aura dissipated, as if nothing had happened.
Everything happened too fast, starting from Ling Qingshu's killing, everyone just felt that things were going to change dramatically, but this change had not had time for them to see why it was completely over.
Inside the main hall now, Lord Yeluo holds a strange, dark object in his hand that he doesn't know whether it is a knife or a sword. Not far from that thing, there was a limp young man with his eyes rolled over—not Ling Qingshu, who was he? It seemed that the infuriating energy in his body had been smashed into pieces along with his mind, and his expression was like an idiot.
Just now, what happened!
Ming Feizhen slowly withdrew the 'weapon', and seemed to be a little embarrassed and muttered: "...In the end, is this still the case?"
"What are the five of you guys doing?"
The five young masters who drew their swords were now tied into a big zongzi. They originally made moves against Hong Jiu, but unexpectedly Hong Jiuwen didn't move. The guards behind him swayed slightly, only two came, and they came up with three punches and two kicks to knock down the five. It was also tied up with a rope.
"Among the thirty-two guards of mine, the one with the worst martial arts can be ranked in the imperial court's A-level ranking, just with a few pieces of your material..."
The wind-returning knife on the ground suddenly jumped up, and his palm was like the wind. Hong Jiu didn't even look at it. He swung it casually, and a silver light hit it with a 'smack', knocking the wind-returning knife to the ground. Only then did he see a caltrop in his chest.
When Hong Jiu heard it, he understood Mingfei's true intentions, and when he saw the boss take action, he stood up and shouted at the remaining unpromising sons, "You son of a bitch, listen to me. , I asked each of you to do one move, and then I slapped your group of dogs to pieces with a slap. Don't be stunned for Lao Tzu, come and line up one by one..."
"Hold on."