The Executor of the Heavens: Beginning with the Watch Dogs

Chapter 757 Turning Pages of Baiguoyuan Village

"So the little girl who is unconscious is not allowed to stay in my house. My woman Rogge is still a bit of a taster. Where did I bring this wild woman back?"

Having said that, Xie Yuan took a sip of his wine with a smile on his face and suppressed his laughter.

Vezemir seemed to be concerned about Ciri's recent situation, so Xie Yuan changed the words he could understand to describe her situation—it was nothing more than changing UR-025 into Wisdom Golem, and Wild Hunt Knight into Blue Mountain Squirrel Party, just turn the space gate into a mage's portal.

Vezemir is an experienced witcher, and he only needs to understand the essence and result of this almost absurd story - Ciri came to his place strangely, and finally worshiped him as his teacher.

"What's your future plan?" After talking about Ciri for a while, the two had already had a drink or two each, which took a lot of time, and Vesemir suddenly asked concerned.

"Well, you also know me. I don't have any foundation here, and I don't have any ambitions to make trouble. I should continue to go up to Novella to have a look, and then... stop and go around until I find her. , play a little more, and then go back."

Xie Yuan's plan is simple: "After all, I am here to travel and relax, and I will not participate in any major events here."

"Ah, that's great." Wezemir applauded, "This place is simply a maelstrom now. Once you actively participate, you will be in trouble, regardless of whether you succeed or not—it won't be a turning point at that time." It's as simple as turning your head away."

After three rounds of drinking, five tastes of food, eating and chatting, I don't know how long it took, but Xie Yuan felt that the evil spirit behind him was getting heavier... I drank six or seven rounds of boring wine in a row, who knew these things What will the bastard do when he is drunk?

Geralt stood up immediately, and Vesemir had to stand up too, and soon the deserter in blue at their table also stood up to confront each other.

The proprietress wanted to break away from the peasant woman's hand and leave quickly, but she was quickly held back by the peasant woman: "If it weren't for Annie, your child would have been strangled to death by the umbilical cord; if it weren't for my sister to deliver you, you Where is the son? Do you dare to say that you are not afraid of the wrath of the gods?!"

But the Vezemir people are old and sophisticated: "They will look for anyone who doesn't like it. I want to buy some dry food to eat on the road, and I will leave after buying."

"Squeak!" The wooden door was pushed open, and Geralt walked in hurriedly. After seeing the seat where Xie Yuan and Vesemir were sitting opposite each other, he walked in this direction, just in time to see the old witcher shouting angrily. Take a sip of wine.

"I took it down." The proprietress didn't seem to intend to talk to the farmer, and after a short answer, she immediately went back to make food.

Xie Yuan originally wanted to calm down the old witcher, but suddenly he heard the unique footsteps of radish in his ears, so he showed a relaxed smile: "Speaking the dewill, it seems that we We can leave overnight for Vizima tonight."

"What's wrong?" Geralt was puzzled.

In just a moment, Xie Yuan kicked his toes, and suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, a burst of metallic light spared the deserters who blocked the way——

Because at this moment, all the deserters who surrounded them just now, their arms and feet that turned out to be holding weapons, were all chopped off to nothing but bloodshot bones!

It's a pity that no one answered. It seemed that everyone was immersed in pain and couldn't extricate themselves, which made Xie Yuan very embarrassed.

"Take it down?!" The peasant woman really didn't want to simply let the proprietress go, "Then replace it with a golden sun?!"

"Hmph... um." At first, Vesemir didn't believe Xie Yuan's words, but after listening for a while, he had to admit that Xie Yuan was right, so he was a little confused, "You look like a normal person. different, but why do I feel that you seem to have been mutated?"

"Bang!" The peasant woman threw the proprietress on the stage angrily.

Geralt noticed the sturdy guys with tattoos and scars all around him, and couldn't help wondering: "Who are they?"

Xie Yuan immediately took the peasant woman's hand: "Do you feel happy that this place was burnt down? Don't forget that you can come here to drink today because of the lady boss's long-sleeved dance - your sister died and you are in grief , Don’t others feel sad?! It’s only happy if everyone dies, right? Then whoever resists, whoever restores the country—everyone wants to live!”

But Geralt felt that instead of "punishing" them in this way, it would be better to kill them-this was too cruel.

How cruel this is!
But what a miracle it is!

"Do it, Geralt." Xie Yuan patted the bench next to him impatiently, "Maybe it was to wait for you to get angry, so what's the matter?"

"Aren't you afraid? Bitch."

Vesemir and Geralt couldn't help but look at Xie Yuan, their words were almost provocative.

"thump!!!!"

"They don't deserve it!"

Xie Yuan was not at all polite to the deserters in blue who came up to him: "I want to fight when I'm drunk, why don't you go against the men in black if you have the courage, and eat and drink here all day... It's like drinking at night Tomorrow, tomorrow night, Temeria will be resurrected, ridiculous."

He made up his mind in his heart that he must teach these local hooligans an unforgettable lesson later.

"Brush!" The next moment, Xie Yuan appeared on the spot again, his body was steaming, and then he put his hands behind his waist and slowly retracted the knife into its sheath.

I couldn't help but looked at Xie Yuan and laughed dumbly: "Wow, wow, how did you get so angry with the old man?"

Seeing this battle, the peasant woman immediately left with her head down.

Sure enough, Xie Yuan hadn't planned to say anything, a peasant woman suddenly got mad at the proprietress of the tavern: "Where's the lily?!"

But Xie Yuan soon felt the turbulence behind him, and he shrank directly. The man in blue behind him couldn't make it, and staggered.

"Get out, all of you!" Vesemir warned one last time, his hands ready.

Speaking of which, the old witcher made a gesture and stood up: "Geralt...don't interfere, even just this once."

These deserters were also furious, and one of them scolded directly: "I know you, you who often raped Nilfgaard, and you—the demon hunter who kidnapped children!"

"Bang" was another slap.

"Hahaha, maybe I do." Xie Yuan didn't veto or admit it, but just vaguely said, "But in my opinion, the most beneficial situation for you is to change so that others can't see the change—— This always saves lives and can deal with many emergencies.”

"Let go of me!" The proprietress kept struggling.

"Did you hear that?!" Xie Yuan asked the hooligan who was screaming on the ground.

Geralt came to Xie Yuan's side first and asked the proprietress about her injuries, and Vesemir also stood beside Xie Yuan.

Sure enough, the peasant woman immediately became angry: "Could it be that you really did what they said? You like the New Empire? Are you a Nilfgaardian bitch?!"

"Let go of me!" The peasant woman couldn't listen anymore, she slapped Xie Yuan's hand away, but the purpose of dissuading the peasant woman from violence was achieved, but she glanced at the state of the proprietress... This disfigurement will last for a while.

But before he finished speaking, he was pressed down by Xie Yuan. Looking at the puzzled eyes of the old demon hunter, Xie Yuan shrugged casually and stood up, and said softly: "I have long been disgusted with this group of bullying and fearful cowards for a long time." Now, let me do it—since they can’t die for the motherland...then let them remember for the rest of their lives, don’t use the banner of mourning for the so-called subjugated country to eat hazel and run amok..."

"We won't go anywhere." The deserters immediately drew their weapons from their waists, their eyes showing a cruel light, "Don't even think about leaving."

"They will not back down." Vesemir was ready to fight, and drew the long sword behind his back like Geralt.

Although the proprietress was furious in her heart, she still held back: "I won't argue with you, I know you are in a bad mood, so you can't choose what to say..."

"Look around." Vesemir asked Geralt to pay attention to the atmosphere. "We are in trouble."

Vesemir was hesitant to speak, but after thinking about it, he picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp. After swallowing, he exhaled freely.

"A group of patriots have already drunk seven rounds to commemorate the fall of Temeria," Vesemir said to Geralt very cautiously, "I'm afraid they are going to fight and make trouble."

"enough."

"Tsk, that's wrong." Xie Yuan shook his head in his heart. For such an extreme guy, the best guy is not to talk to her - because this guy will get angrier the more he talks.

"What good did the emperor give you weirdos?! Divide the land? Just like distributing those elves?!"

"You know what a fart!" As a result, the angry peasant woman suddenly grabbed the landlady's face with both hands and pulled her in front of her, "They hanged my sister and left the monastery like a dog, saying that Nilfgaard forbids superstition, saying They are not afraid of the wrath of the gods. Are you afraid?"

Originally, Geralt planned to talk to Xie Yuan about the result of this business after he finished talking to Wizemir about the situation, but Wizemir immediately interrupted him and shook his head.

But the proprietress couldn't help but argue when she took the things: "I can't put anything from Temeria, or they will burn down my tavern."

But Xie Yuan didn't want to kill people like this, because the death of people in a fight has no deterrent effect here, he prefers what capable people can't do - to let fear deeply implant in their hearts, let them think about today and be afraid!
So... adrenaline rush, unleash!

"what!!!!"

"Aren't you afraid of the gods!!"

"Everyone, the main purpose of picking off the hands and feet of all the respectable gentlemen is to let you remember - since you don't have the courage to resist the man in black, don't take your anger out on the villagers, and let me hear about your troubles next time." The news... Huh, that's not a matter of hand and foot."

"But there are no Nilfgaardians here." Geralt didn't think the disaster would come to him.

As he spoke, he patted Geralt on the shoulder, and then walked casually towards the counter of the proprietress.

"Clang!!!!"

Geralt could only sit down, and then said to Wizemir: "Yennefer is indeed in Vizima, and I have a few friends there, so..."

Vesemir also seemed to feel something, and began to mutter impatiently: "This Geralt, I don't know what to do again, why haven't you done it yet?"

"Prepare us some dry food." Xie Yuan ignored the peasant woman and placed an order directly with the proprietress.

This sound was like a reminder, all the surrounding deserters suddenly fell to the ground one by one, and let out deafening screams of pain! !
"How could it be?!" Vesemir and Geralt looked at the deserter on the ground in pain with shocked eyes, and then looked at Xie Yuan silently, with meaningful eyes.

"Crack!"

"What are you... ah!!!"

"thump!"

The three of them were turned around by the sudden scream, and found that it was the proprietress who had fallen to the ground... probably because they couldn't bear to see this scene and passed out.

Now Vesemir and Geralt looked at Xie Yuan quietly.

(End of this chapter)