Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 205 I was despised by a fool (5)
Xue Renyi's eyes squatted on Niu Zheng and Du Cheng's body. The others were only trembling slightly, but these two were already trembling like a sieve.

Holding the blood-dripping sword, he approached the two of them step by step.

Niu Zheng was trembling, but suddenly stopped shaking. He suddenly raised his head and shouted with red eyes: "I am Niu Zheng! You come to kill! You kill! You are fucking inhuman! You dog official!" !"

He yelled and took two steps forward, maybe he was doomed to die, and he was so scared that he gave it up.

A trace of ferocity flashed across Xue Renyi's eyes, and he raised his sword and stabbed at Niu Zheng!
The sound of the sharp sword piercing into the flesh sounded, but it only sounded once, and the sword body could no longer penetrate.

Mu Er held the blade of the sword in one hand, and pulled Niu Zheng violently with the other, blood poured out from the wound.

The slender finger exerted force, and the sword body was instantly torn apart!

Xue Renyi was shocked and staggered a few steps back. He was about to fall, but was supported by his subordinates who followed him.

But Mu Er didn't even look at him, he just fixed his dull eyes on Niu Zheng's wound, took out a pill from his bosom, and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the cow was already trembling badly, blood was flowing out from its chest, and its face was pale.

He almost died just now!

Having experienced the taste of death, now is the real fear.

He tugged at the corner of Mu Er's clothes, his voice was weak, and he stammered, completely incoherent.

"I, I, I... I'm not dead! Thank you hero, thank you hero, the little one just had a son, big fat boy, hero, thank you hero, my son has a father, he has a father!"

Mu Er frowned fiercely, looking at the dirty robe that was dragged by him, a disgusted and unbearable expression appeared on his face, but he rarely moved away.

At this moment, a sword stabbed towards him, and Niu Zheng stared and shouted: "Heroes be careful!"

Keng!
A bow and arrow was shot from the tower, smashing the sword in Xue Renyi's hand again!
Zhan Beilie curled his lips coldly, and said, "Master Xue, do you dare to touch my friend?"

Xue Renyi was taken aback. At a banquet at noon yesterday, Lie Wang was always smiling. He was impatient and had soft ears. He was not someone he could put in his eyes.

But now the momentum given to him is completely different!

Tough and domineering!
Xue Renyi threw away the hilt without the blade in his hand, and his attitude was a bit tough.

He probed again: "My lord Lie, I'm just teaching my subordinates a lesson! But the friend of my lord intervenes, what's the reason?"

The corner of Zhan Beilie's lips twitched, and he didn't answer his words. He turned around and faced the refugees below the city gate. On the tower, he used his internal force to force the voice out from a distance: "This king is King Lie of the Great Qin Dynasty. !"

Xue Renyi's eyes flashed, and he sensitively sensed something was wrong, so he gestured with his hands behind his back.

He has been in Xuecheng for many years, and his influence is entangled, and his eyeliner is everywhere in the city. With the gesture just now, someone must have started to make arrangements.

He is a cautious and vigilant person. Once an unpredictable situation occurs, no matter whether this arrangement is necessary or not, he must first leave a way out for himself!

When the refugees outside the city heard his words, none of them looked up.

Or if there is no hope all the time, then there will be no disappointment.

But just now, after they saw the dawn of life, they just stared at the door that represented life...

Close it again!

Such blows have already numb the refugees.

At the beginning there were still people whimpering, but now the refugees are crying silently one by one, standing outside the city blankly, staring straight at the city gate.

Zhan Beilie sighed, and continued: "The city gate will open! You can enter the city!"

This sentence was also forced out by internal force, as if it exploded in the ears of the refugees.

Their fingers trembled, and finally they began to look up the tower, at him, with dubious eyes.

"Why do we believe you? You killed him just now!" One of the refugees pointed to the man's body on the ground, and asked in a sharp voice.

As soon as these words came out, the refugees regained their vigilance in their eyes.

Just now this person killed that man to allow the city gate to close, and now he said he would let them enter the city?
Zhan Beilie looked at the speaker, raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly, "Are you with him?"

The man was taken aback, his eyes flickered, and he shouted: "What did you say? I only know that you killed our people, and now you say let us go into the city, we don't believe it!"

The corner of Zhan Beilie's lips twitched, "How many days have you been hungry? You came here from Beiyan, Dongchu, and slept in the open all the way. You couldn't keep up with food and clothing. When you arrived here, you spent so many days outside the city..."

The man didn't know why, and shouted: "What do you mean? Don't play tricks with us! We won't believe you!"

"The people in the city have not eaten a full meal for several months, and some have not eaten a grain of grain for several days..." Zhan Bei's eagle-like eyes looked at him, shooting a sharp light , Asked: "Why do you have a strong middle-qi? Why is that man still strong and can even break through the city gate? Why are your hands not covered with calluses like other ordinary people, but only worn on the place where you hold the sword!"

After the three whys were finished, the man took a step back, especially the last one, he clenched his hands unconsciously.

The other refugees had already understood, and doubts appeared in their eyes.

Some people even ran to the man's body, opened his hands to check, and said in surprise: "It's true! Only the place where the sword is held has calluses!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the man again with vigilance.

Zhan Beilie continued to question: "Do you dare to compare your hands with other ordinary people?"

The man faltered, suddenly swallowed his saliva, raised his head and said loudly: "I am originally from a wealthy family, so there is nothing wrong with not having calluses on my hands, it's just that my family has suffered in recent years, so don't spout blood!"

Zhan Beilie stopped talking, picked up the bow and arrow in his hand, and bowed in his direction.

(End of this chapter)