Jiaohua

Chapter 385 I Won't Shut Up (Part [-])
The reason why Xie Dajun was able to replace him and become the new Tianrong Wei Sijie was because he was experienced in handling things and was ruthless enough. The lives in his hands were not one thousand, but eight hundred.

He is also famous for his violent temper. The two daughter-in-laws he married successively were beaten to death by him after drinking. His violence and evil are famous in Kyoto.

Now he pointed like this, with the usual ferocity and numbness, not angry but powerful, his eyes were cruel and cold.

Everyone looked at his finger, and then at the girl he pointed at.

The girl smiled with a flat expression on her face, but she really didn't speak.

Are you afraid?
After all, there is a person of rank in Tianrongwei, which one is not the king of Hades.

A student behind him muttered lightly, worrying about the girl.

Mr. Zhan Chen and Mr. Qiu glanced at each other, and then looked away.

Most of what other people know about the girl is from hearsay, some people are still skeptical, but the two of them know at least three or four points about the girl's temperament.

It doesn't take much, just these three or four points are enough to be sure of this girl, knowing that she is not an obedient person, and also knowing how capable and capable she is. Mr. Zhan Chen and Mr. Qiu seemed to see Xie Dajun in front of him. Yintang turned black.

"Tell Song Qingtang to come out," Xie Dajun said sharply, looking at the patrolling guards, "I have an order from the emperor!"

"I told you," said the girl, "don't disturb him."

"Are you looking for death!" Xie Dajun suddenly shouted angrily, "I told you to shut up!"

It's not that he has never heard of the Yanyun Wei Mansion and Daping Square, but he has encountered enough rumors.

Now in front of him is just a girl, just a girl.

What's more, even if he has great abilities, he can't stand Xie Dajun's violent temper, and he can't stand the thousands of troops here.

The girl laughed again, this time she was not obedient, and said, "Shut up? No, I won't shut up."

"How long do you think you can live?" Xie Dajun was furious, "Soldiers of the Xiaohu Camp, you have made a big mistake today, if you don't want to kill everyone, kill this evil boy! Make up for it!"

Everyone paused and froze there without moving.

"Then," the girl held on to the umbrella, walked forward slowly and smiled, "How long do you think you can live?"

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly swayed and fled away in an instant.

Xie Dajun was startled, he was forced by a strong sense of crisis, and he stretched out his hand to draw the knife in response.

The blade was only half out of the scabbard, and the girl was already on his horse's back in an instant, standing behind him, with her left knee resting on his back, and at the same time the sharp dagger in her hand lay across his neck. It is killing.

With the other hand, she held the umbrella firmly, and even covered the wind and snow on his head by the way.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

The shot is too fast!

How did she do it?
"Say," the girl said gently, without even changing her breath, "how long can you live?"

Xie Dajun's scalp was numb, and it was the first time that he intuitively felt how close death was to him.

The sharp blade on his neck was pressed against him, and there was a sharp sharp pain. The blade was so cold that he dared not move.

The Tianrong Guards around drew their weapons and wanted to warn her to get off, but blurted out and almost asked if you were a human or a ghost.

"I don't want to kill people," Xia Zhaoyi said softly, "but you have to die."

With a firm hand, the blood line sealed the Marquis, and the crimson splashed out wildly.

The audience was shocked and looked at the girl on the horse from a distance.

She, she didn't say a word, just gave people to...

This is in full view!
"Xie Sijie..." the nearest Tianrongwei murmured.

He had never seen such audacity, never really.

Under the imperial power, who doesn't prostrate and kowtow?

The army of swords and swords is pressing against each other, who dares to be so arrogant and defiant?
Song Qingtang, who was awakened a moment ago, just happened to push through the crowd and ran over with wide eyes, "Ali!"

Xie Dajun stretched out his hand to cover his blood gushing neck, he had difficulty breathing, and the fear of dying made him numb all over, if Xia Zhaoyi's hand hadn't grabbed his shoulder, he might have fallen off the horse.

"Ali..." Song Qingtang said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Xia Zhaoyi held the umbrella in her left hand, and the handle of the umbrella was leaning on her shoulder. She looked up with a cold face and looked up at Song Qingtang, who was three feet away, without saying a word.

Shocked, Song Qingtang swept away the dripping blood, raised his eyes again, and stared at her in a daze.

It was snowing all over the sky, waving and rustling, after the corpses of the fierce battle last night were removed, the traces left by the corpses on the snow had already been covered by heavy snow.

Xie Dajun's blood will soon be covered.

The vast and pure white snowflakes can cover all the redundant colors of the earth and smooth out all the potholes and unevenness.

Song Qingtang didn't know whether it was caused by the wind and snow, or the girl's eyes as clear as cold stars. He gradually calmed down, and turned to look at the terrified Tianrongwei who were still riding on their horses, and the scattered sand behind them. The Xuanwu Army, and on the other side, the sleepy and hesitant Yan Yunwei.

It was very strange, everyone was looking at him, and those eyes turned from Xie Dajun and the girl to him, as if they were waiting for him to speak.

why?
He doesn't have any ability and power to deal with this girl at all, why do these people look at him?
Even Xuanwujun and Tianrongwei were waiting for him to speak.

Song Qingtang suddenly remembered that at this time a year ago, in Shaoguang Mountain in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, after the Battle of Shaoguang, the soldiers and horses of both sides suffered heavy losses, and a team of 30 people separated from the army and walked in the lonely mountain road. It was the same at that time Flying snow is boundless.

Because of his father's prominent official position, everyone elected him as the team leader, who led the way, dispatched and controlled everything, including sacrificing his life when necessary.

He couldn't refuse, because they needed someone to stand up and lead the way, so he had to force himself to bear it down, not letting himself show any hesitation and cowardice, he couldn't live up to their trust in life and death.

Now, the patrolling guards of Xiaohu camp behind him, they also depend on him for life and death.

Song Qingtang squeezed his fingers slightly, and the emotions that he had just calmed down soon became surging again in his heart.

As the sky darkened, he looked back at the patrolling guards.

The soldiers also looked at him. The young Lang Jiang was only sixteen or seventeen years old. His hair was covered with snowflakes and hoarfrost, his lips were colorless, the corners of his eyes were haggard, and there was a gash on his clear and dark cheek, which was left last night. .

Song Qingtang's bushy eyebrows frowned slightly, and after looking away, he looked at Xia Zhaoyi again.

The girl's eyes are cold and calm, as if jumping out of the solidified time and space. In another world, a lake lantern shaken by the breeze is cold and warm.

"I..." Song Qingtang moved his lips, stretched out his hand suddenly, pointed at Xie Dajun, and said in a deep voice, "Hang him up."

　Thank you for your kind reward, (*￣3)(ε￣*)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)