She Song

Chapter 14 Blooming Flowers of Hell

Ma Xiaoliu, which borders his jurisdiction, gives Zhang Cheng even more headaches.

If Ma Bajin came, at least there would be some rules on the scene, but his cousin Ma Xiaoliu has no morals at all. He is cruel, domineering and shameless towards people and things. He is a complete bad guy.

The other party went straight here early in the morning. He must have received the news, and he should be targeting the baskets of fish that had just been brought back.

Before he could explain a few words to Han Xiaoyao, he saw a young man wearing a leather robe and as lean as a monkey, dragging a long knife and swinging his arms, looking arrogant and arrogant.

It is Ma Xiaoliu, the villain of the wasteland.

Behind him, a dozen followers carrying sticks punched and kicked the people of Daming Mansion and came to Zhang Cheng in a show of force.

"what!"

Ma Xiaoliu glanced at the boiling fish soup in the cauldron, then glanced around at the frightened refugees, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly he smiled sinisterly and said: "Pig-butcher, I didn't expect that you had a good life as a child? There are also fish to eat. A certain family just happened to be tired from walking. Let's have some fish soup to dispel the cold."

Zhang Cheng pursed his lips, and finally walked to the pot, filled a basin full of it, and brought it to Ma Xiaoliu.

Ma Xiaoliu took the fish soup quietly, and as soon as he touched his lips, he pointed the basin at Zhang Cheng and poured it over.

Although Zhang Cheng dodged somewhat, half of his body was still splashed with soup, and he looked in a panic.

Before Zhang Cheng could get angry, Ma Xiaoliu asked fiercely: "With such hot soup, do you want to burn me to death? Do you want to deliberately provoke us Eight Kings?"

The men he brought immediately surrounded Zhang Cheng, with five or six sticks at the ready.

Seeing that the other party's shameless villain complained first and deliberately humiliated their leader, the refugees were all boiling with anger.

But Zhang Cheng thought not to offend the Eight Kings, so he could only swallow his anger and said with a smile: "Brothers Xiaoliu, you and I have always been on the same page, so we don't dare to say such nonsense!

When you come to my place today, we will treat each other politely and politely. Besides, the Eight Kings have strong soldiers and horses. Even if Zhang has a hundred courages, he would not dare to offend you. "

Seeing that Zhang Cheng surrendered, Ma Xiaoliu succeeded again. Knowing that the Eight Kings were well-known, he narrowed his eyes and smiled proudly: "Since we know that our soldiers and horses are strong, then I was burned by you today, so I will go back like this. , I have no face to confess to the Eighth King!"

Zhang Cheng knew that the other party would not be kind if he didn't take advantage of it, so he gave Han Xiaoyao a look.

Han Xiaoyao understood that the other party was planning to spend money to eliminate the disaster, and thought that if the problem could be solved with fish, it would not be a problem, so he nodded in agreement.

Only then did Zhang Cheng heave a sigh of relief, and said with an apologetic smile: "Since the little six brothers are here, I can't let you go back empty-handed. Well, I'll give you two baskets of fish as an apology."

"Two baskets?!" Ma Xiaoliu's voice was sharp and angry: "Pig-butcher, the reputation of our eight kings is worth two baskets of rotten fish. Who do you think we are?"

"Shh."

Ma Xiaoliu raised his long knife and pointed it at Zhang Cheng, ready to kill him if he disagreed.

Zhang Cheng knew that the other party was greedy by nature. It seemed that he couldn't get rid of two baskets, so he could only suppress his inner depression and asked again: "Then what do you want?"

Ma Xiaoliu pointed at the fish basket casually: "I am the most fair. What is in the pot belongs to you, and I will take the rest."

Boom~
Zhang Cheng's men couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly became noisy.

After working hard all night, he only got such a small amount of fish, and he expected to exchange it for food to feed his family. Ma Xiaoliu actually wanted to snatch it all away. He was so greedy!
Ma Xiaoliu had seen this kind of scene many times. He waved his long knife and pointed at the refugees, cursing: "Who is dissatisfied? If you have the ability, stand up!"

Looking at the sharp cold light of the blade, it was like pouring a ladle of cold water from a boiling pot, but no one responded for a long time.

Zhang Cheng's face turned red, he clenched his fists but remained silent in the end.

Ma Xiaoliu wanted this effect, so he felt at ease and ordered his men: "Bah, a bunch of trash, do they deserve to eat fish? Boys, take the fish and leave!"

Just when the minions were laughing and preparing to grab the fish, Erniang rushed over and blocked them in front.

"This is what we worked so hard to catch, don't take it away!"

These rogue villains usually enjoy oppressing the refugees. When they saw that a little girl dared to stop her, they immediately waved their sticks and prepared to knock down the second mother.

Suddenly, a green figure pulled Er Niang behind him. When he saw clearly, he turned out to be a green-shirted boy who looked like bean sprouts.

The boy was of course Han Xiaoyao. He was afraid that Er Niang would suffer, so he rushed over to protect her.

"I'm really sorry for you guys, just take the fish away, so you don't have to be like a little girl."

When these guys saw Han Xiaoyao's gentle manner, their momentum weakened by three points. When they saw that the other party no longer stopped them, they cursed and stopped arguing with Er Niang, and planned to carry the fish basket back.

When there was a commotion here, Ma Xiaoliu turned his head and caught a glimpse of Er Niang. He looked at her carefully and couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

This little girl has a bulging figure, and she must be a good beauty after some training.

Unable to suppress his wandering thoughts, he rushed to the front and dialed Han Xiaoyao casually, intending to take a good look at this little beauty.

Unexpectedly, Han Xiaoyao not only refused to give in, but raised his hand to block Ma Xiaoliu.

"The fish can be taken away, but people cannot touch it!"

Zhang Cheng, Sanniang and others also realized that something was wrong, and rushed to Han Xiaoyao's side to confront Ma Xiaoliu.Ma Xiaoliu was filled with lust and anger. He raised his sword again and asked in a low and slow voice, "What if I want both fish and humans?"

"She saved my life. No matter who it is, they will die if they touch her!"

Han Xiaoyao's words were not high-pitched, but every word was clear and decisive, enough for the nearby refugees to hear.

Ma Xiaoliu and others naturally heard it clearly.

The arrogant and arrogant Ma Xiaoliu couldn't help laughing, and his men all burst into laughter as if they had heard the funniest joke.

Is this stupid scholar obsessed with studying?
I didn’t see the tall and powerful pig-butcher being submissive, but you, the bean sprouts, dare to speak so brazenly?

How funny!

Immediately everyone started laughing at him!
"Wow! This scholar is so awesome, so scary, hahaha..."

"A knife on the head of sex is probably a pair of miserable, stupid mandarin ducks!"

"Hey, how do you want us to die? Do you stare us to death with your eyes bulging? Or drown us with saliva?"

"Hahaha……"

Ma Xiaoliu was always a ruthless person, but when he heard his subordinates making fun of him, his arrogance instantly increased.

He decided to humiliate the other party and chop up this so-called "bean sprouts".

He stepped forward and put the long knife into Han Xiaoyao's hand, then raised his head high, then lowered his head and pointed at his neck, grinning and said: "Come on, chop here, if I move, I will be a turtle bastard." Egg!"

Worried that Han Xiaoyao would be angered by Ma Xiaoliu, Zhang Cheng quickly persuaded him: "Mr. Han, don't be impulsive. We can discuss everything easily. The Eight Kings... we really can't afford to offend him!"

Many villagers also advised Han Xiaoyao not to get into trouble and harm everyone.

Hearing this, Ma Xiaoliu became more and more arrogant. He lowered his head and approached Han Xiaoyao, cursing loudly: "Damn it, are you going to do it? If you don't cut it, I will kill this little boy in front of you." Cousin!"

As he spoke, he was about to straighten up.

Looking up at the gray sky, Han Xiaoyao couldn't help but sigh: Damn, you can't escape, right?
He said: "Two mothers and three mothers, close your eyes!" At the same time, his right hand struck down decisively.

Erniang obeyed and quickly closed her eyes.

Before Sanniang could figure out why she closed her eyes, she saw a shocking scene that she would never forget.

"Shh!"

The long blade brought wind, and struck Ma Xiaoliu's neck.

At this time, the hearts of nearly a hundred people watching were all beating together, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

He really cut it down!
Ma Xiaoliu would die in the hands of a scholar?
It's over, it's over, how should we explain to the Eight Kings?

Am I not dreaming?Mr. Han actually took action?

"Crack!"

The long knife was not sharp enough, and it embedded itself in Ma Xiaoliu's cervical vertebrae, but it was considered to have cut off half of it. His head was now showing a weird tilt angle.

"How dare you, ah..."

Ma Xiaoliu screamed in severe pain. He wanted to get up and fight back, but he fell to the ground involuntarily, his body twitching and twisting.

Han Xiaoyao quickly stepped forward and stepped on Ma Xiaoliu's face, pulled out the long knife with force, aimed at the original edge and swung it down again.

One knife, two knives...

"Clap clap clap..."

The whole place was silent, except for the splashing blood and the sound of slashing, just like the flowers of hell blooming in the wind.

Han Xiaoyao's face, hands, and clothes were already stained with blood, but he continued to wave his arms expressionlessly.

Some people's calves were as weak as chaff, and many people became more and more frightened as they looked at it, and couldn't help but lower their heads... The fear from the bottom of their hearts was like a dark cloud hanging over their heads, and there was no sky.

Facing the devilish Han Xiaoyao, no one dared to make the slightest sound.

In the end, Ma Xiaoliu's head was cut off by Han Xiaoyao and rolled to the side.

After looking at the standard long knife full of gaps, I gained an objective understanding of the craftsmanship of Tokyo Takumi's workshop.

Throwing down the knife and rubbing his arm that he had exerted too much force on, Han Xiaoyao couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck! Trash!"

(I couldn’t stop and wrote hundreds more words...)
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