Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 437 Who would argue with a handful of ashes?

The footsteps of the city patrol officer are getting closer and closer.

A loud shout came from outside the teahouse on Sanming Street: "Where are these crazy people making trouble here? If you don't come out quickly, we will capture you without mercy. There is still a glimmer of hope in the court, otherwise you will be imprisoned in the sky prison and you will be imprisoned for a hundred and eighty thousand years!"

Hey!

Eighteen thousand years!

A cold young voice came from the teahouse: "How majestic, a hundred and eight thousand years? You really dare to think about it! You are really not afraid of the wind and flash your tongue when you talk big, but it doesn't matter, right? Anyway, a hundred thousand Eight thousand years later, your Excellency will only have a handful of loess left..."

The voice was smiling again: "No, maybe even the loess is gone! So even if you say big words, it doesn't matter. After all, who would care about a handful of ashes?"

Although this paragraph was sarcastic, it was also interesting, and for a while it actually caused scattered laughter to break out from the crowd.

The laughter suddenly dispersed, and a silver-armored military attache who was running at the front of the soldiers of the City Patrol Department immediately opened his eyes angrily. He was so angry that he suddenly roared: "Shu Zi!"

Amid the roar, the man swung a spear in his hand.

This spear was a real, top-quality magic weapon. As soon as it was lifted by this person, strong winds suddenly blew up all around.

The laughter of the crowd of onlookers stopped immediately, some people quietly hid behind the crowd, and a large number of victims who had a large part of their houses damaged cheered excitedly.

"it is good!"

"My lord, if you take action, the evil thief will die without a burial place!"

Accompanied by various sounds from the crowd, the spear was like thunder and lightning, carrying a long wind tail, roaring through the distance of space, and shot into the teahouse.

After entering the teahouse, the spear seemed to have eyes. It suddenly changed direction at high speed and turned sharply to the right——

After all, the young man in black who caused the trouble was not sitting directly behind the teahouse door, but at the right corner of the teahouse's front door.

From this position, if the spear does not turn after entering the teahouse, it will be impossible to attack.

And now the spear is separated from the door, and the steering is still so smooth even at a long distance, which shows that the silver-armored military attache who appears at this time is really not a weakling.

Sure enough, those who can enter the City Patrol Division and become a general must have some real abilities.

At the same time, the scales of heaven and earth appeared around Song Ciwan, and he received another ball of energy: [Human desire, the anger, passion, and calmness of an innate second-level warrior, can be sold for a pound or seven taels. 】

Obviously, this aura came from the silver-armored military attache from the City Patrol Department.

Song Ciwan's thoughts were racing, and when she saw the excitement and calmness in the explanation of the scales of heaven and earth, she couldn't help but laugh softly again.

This person is so angry, yet he can remain calm despite his anger and excitement. This shows that sometimes, you really can’t believe the anger of some people.

In the eyes of others, they only saw the young man in black sitting in the corner of the teahouse, facing the spear that suddenly shot at him. He did not dodge, but actually chuckled.

This arrogance and this scene are strangely similar to what happened when Boss Wu punched him earlier.

It's just that Boss Wu's punch was easily countered by the young man in black with one finger. But the shot of the silver-armored military attache, can the young man still easily resolve it?

This process is a long story, but in fact everything happened in a blink of an eye. People didn't dare to blink, they just stared at the young man in black in the corner.

The spear roared, shattering the window lattice of the teahouse, and came to the young man in black like an angry dragon, shooting him directly in the face!

People in the teahouse stared and covered their ears.

The crowds on the long street stood on tiptoes or stretched their necks, trying hard to look through the broken teahouse windows and see everything behind them.

At this moment, the young man in black stretched out his hand again just like before.

However, last time the boy only stretched out one finger, but this time, it was two fingers that were stretched out. Two slender fingers pinched it gently like chopsticks.

Clamped!

Just like these two fingers that looked very slender and beautiful, they easily clamped a top-notch magical weapon spear that was fired at them.

When the spear came, it was like thunder and lightning, the sky was dark and windy, and the teahouse window lattice shattered into pieces and rustled down.

When the spear was collected, it was as clear as the sea and the river, and the wind and waves were calm.

What is held between those two fingers does not look like a top-notch magical weapon meant to kill people, but like a child's toy!

The spear was held in Song Ciwan's hand. She gently twisted her two fingers, and then she actually held the spear between her fingers and spun it around.

Outside, at the same moment when the spear was taken away, the silver-armored military attache who was running towards the teahouse with large steps behind the spear suddenly stopped.

He happened to be standing at the door of the teahouse and stepped on the threshold of the teahouse.

However, he no longer had the strength to step into the teahouse, because at the same time that the spear was taken away, his own energy suddenly stagnated.

If a magic weapon is taken away, its original owner will inevitably suffer great harm.

The silver-armored military attache's face turned pale, then his eyes widened, and then he froze on the spot, his lips parted.

Puff puff!

A few mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Not only was his mouth bleeding, but his eyes, ears, nostrils, etc. were also bleeding!

The so-called seven holes bleeding is like this moment.

The silver-armored general shook his body, and the soldiers from the patrol department behind him rushed forward, helping others and shouting.

The people watching were almost silent. Only the silver-armored general waved his hands and said with difficulty while vomiting blood: "Send a message, release the golden message light talisman, quickly!"

On the long street outside, a lieutenant who looked like a city patrol officer pulled off a bamboo charm from his waist and quickly lit it on fire.

boom!

The talisman light instantly flew into the sky, the explosion of the bamboo talisman resounded throughout the city, and the golden talisman light illuminated half of the sky in this small town!

This is the message light talisman, which is a kind of emergency message from the imperial court.

Once the golden message light talisman is lit, it means that there is a huge crisis above the god level in the city.

The silver-armored warriors of the City Patrol Division were themselves warriors at the late second level of innate rank. In a small county-level city, this level of cultivation was enough to be considered a top figure.

The young man in the teahouse now could easily snatch away his magic weapon with his bare hands when he shot it at him. His strength should be at least that of a god.

As for the higher level, the silver-armored warrior didn't dare to speculate at all.

As for Song Ciwan in the teahouse, after finishing her turn, she held the gun in one hand and stood up.

Hey!

There was a sound of breathing.

The onlookers in the teahouse immediately pressed against the wall, wishing they could turn into pieces of paper and be embedded in the wall behind them.

At the door, several patrol soldiers who were supporting the silver-armored military attaché immediately made moves to dodge with their superiors. The silver-armored military attaché stopped his subordinates from evading, managed to raise a palm, exhaled and said: "You... …Who are they? What are they trying to do by causing such trouble in the city?"

The boy in black sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)