Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

Yan Shu thought that there would be a fierce battle, but Li Changtian wrapped the chain around his neck but did not exert any strength. Li Changtian grabbed Yan Shu's chin and forcibly turned his head. After seeing his expression, Suddenly he laughed.

Li Changtian was relieved, pushed Yan Shu away, and sneered: "So you also have a panicked expression, I thought your facial muscles were paralyzed."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were slightly curved, and his smile was full of unrestrained and fearless, wanton and wanton, as if he tried his best to pretend to be dead, not to escape and survive, but to pull back a game.

Yan Shu staggered forward, put his palms on the ground, stabilized his body, and then stood up.

His blue silk was a little messy, and his white brocade clothes were full of weeds and smudges, but Yan Shu didn't care about it.

Yan Shu looked at Li Changtian in disbelief.

Just now, Li Changtian restrained him very tightly, and he used skillful strength. He might not be able to get out in time. If Li Changtian used the iron chain to restrain his neck ruthlessly, he might really suffocate to death.

Why did he let himself go?

It's more than that confusing.

Why does this person in front of him still have strength after taking the vermilion pill?

Also, where did his martial arts come from? Is he really a fool in the streets?

Yan Shu couldn't help but took a step towards Li Changtian.

The agony of tearing flesh and blood was still in his bones, Li Changtian shrugged and frowned, he looked at Yan Shu vigilantly: "If you want to kill, don't ask me to take medicine again." Then Li Changtian pursed his mouth.

Just torture once, right?

Are you still riding a horse?

Come on, believe it or not, I will cut you off?

"You..." Yan Shu spoke slowly, but didn't say anything, then turned around abruptly and left.

Seeing people walking away, Li Changtian leaned back, sat in the corner of the shed where the air was leaking, blew his distressed fingers aggrievedly, and then sighed again.

Hey, if you want to kill or cut, can you hurry up and give it a good time?

Wang Er is a watchman from the town. He is over half a hundred years old and has been guarding the night for more than 20 years.

It was dark that day, and he took the small gong as usual and came to the street.

It's already a watch, and there are still many vendors on the street who are slowly closing their stalls.

Wang Er cleared his throat, picked up the gong and was about to knock it, when suddenly a big drunk man bumped him.

Wang Er fell backwards, and he fell hard, holding his waist and shouting, "Oops, Oops".

"I don't have eyes!" The drunk man cursed unreasonably first.

Wang Er took a closer look and saw that it was the bully Qian Ye at Xijiekou.

Behind Qian Ye followed several burly men, staring at Wang Er.

Wang Er was so frightened that he shivered, he quickly stepped aside, lowered his head and dared not speak.

The bully flicked his sleeves, let out his breath, snorted, raised his head high, and swaggered away with several thugs.

Wang Er lamented in his heart that he had made a rush today, picked up the gong and stood up with his waist supported. He rubbed the place where he fell, and raised his head just as he was about to resume the shift. Who knows when there is a person standing silently in front of him.

"Oh my God! Amitabha Buddha, the Supreme Lord, hastily ordered Guanyin Bodhisattva to be merciful and merciful!" Wang Er was so frightened that he trembled all over.

Yan Shu: "…"

Yan Shu took a step back and said, "I'm sorry, old man, for scaring you."

Wang Er thought to himself why this person walks without a sound! He patted his chest and looked down to see if he had a shadow.

Fortunately, there is a person.

Wang Er took a long sigh and heard the white brocade boy say, "Excuse me, did you first find out when the second girl of the Su family died?"

"Yes, it's me." Wang Er replied.

"They said you saw the prisoner," Yan Shu said.

"I see, it's that idiot in the alley! Bah, that beast!" Wang Er was always indignant when he talked about this.

"Have you seen it clearly? Are you sure it's him?" Yan Shu pressed.

"Master, although I'm a bit older, old man, I don't have eyes!" Wang Er pointed to his own eyes and replied, "What's more, why should I wrong others for no reason?"

Yan Shu pursed his lips lightly, thought for a while, and asked, "Old man, was there anyone else when you bumped into this?"

Wang Er shook his head: "No, just the second girl of the Su family and that beast."

Yan Shu continued to ask reluctantly, "Then have you seen the prisoner molesting the girl?"

Wang Er nodded: "I see! I saw with my own eyes that the beast put his hand on the girl's chest and kissed her! Hey!! Poor second girl of the Su family."

It's all said and done, and there's no point in asking any further. Yan Shu nodded his thanks and turned to leave.