Lord please forgive me

Chapter 265

Such things as natal flying swords are rare in the world. It’s not that there are few flying swords, but there are too few people who can refine such things. The size of a palm is the reason why the ancestor of the Mo family had the confidence to challenge his mother at Guangmingding, and possessed a flying sword that was connected with his own mind, so he had a great advantage when facing the enemy.

Ye Xuan has one called [Spring Breeze], but he rarely uses it.

And the reason why this Mohist swordsman on credit is willing to take out the flying sword that everyone regards as a treasure is probably because he is not strong enough to refine it by himself, or else he would be willing?
Some things are put in your hands, and you may not be able to keep them.

When Yingzhen and the others were about to leave the inn, a black and thin little girl appeared at the door of the inn. She was carrying firewood half as big as her on the back, her clothes were patched and her sandals were also worn out. The hole was broken, revealing the dirty toes.

She stared wide-eyed, looked at the three corpses in the courtyard with a horrified expression, then at the three of Yingzhen, threw down the firewood, and quickly ran into the inn. Then, she found another corpse in the cellar. Three corpses, a couple, and an old man.

The little girl stared blankly at the three corpses on the ground, and her big eyes narrowed instantly. Although the couple were not her relatives, it was all thanks to them to help themselves and buy her corpses at a price a little higher than the market price. Firewood, the little girl can live until now.

No one will buy her firewood again.

Yingzhen watched the little girl walk out of the inn with a serious face, holding a hatchet in her hand, staring at herself with a pair of small eyes,

It seemed that she thought the people in the room were murdered.

"It's so murderous,"

Yingzhen smiled, and the other two also laughed, looking at the little girl with interest.

Even though she looked skinny and only eight or nine years old, her eyes were extremely sharp,
She suddenly accelerated when she was ten steps away from Yingzhen, and then slashed fiercely with the hatchet in her hand.

Yingzhen dodged away with a smile,

The little girl used too much force, she staggered and fell to the ground, fell to the ground, and her little arm was cut by the gravel on the ground, but she didn't say a word, picked up the hatchet and slashed at Yingzhen again, but She learned to be smart this time, and she had some strength to spare, so as to avoid the same situation as the first time.

Yingzhen dodges from left to right, with a smile on her face, which makes her miss every time.

After chopping so many knives one after another, although the little girl was out of breath, she kept clenching her teeth and chased the opponent to slash. She has good physical strength at a young age.

One big and one small were chasing each other in the yard, they thought it was just a joke.

Old man Deng knocked on his cigarette bag, and smiled at Jiang Peining:

"Let's go, this baby must have regarded us as enemies."

Jiang Peining was smiling at first, but when he thought that the three strange corpses in the inn were probably the little girl's relatives, he couldn't laugh anymore, and sighed:
"Let's go."

The two didn't greet Yingzhen, they boarded the carriage and left.

The little girl finally lost her strength, holding the hatchet in her hand, bending over and panting heavily, the thin clothes on her body were already soaked, but her big eyes were still staring at each other.

Ying Zhen looked at each other with her arms folded, and said with a smile:
"Would you believe me if I said that I didn't kill the people in the house?"

"Trust your mother's legs!"

The little girl suddenly jumped up and slashed with a more powerful knife than before. It turned out that her panting just now was to show weakness, in order to let the opponent relax their vigilance.
"Yo, you're quite scheming at such a young age?"

Yingzhen pinched the blade with two fingers, and then swung it to the right. The latter fell to the ground with a plop and a knife.

Yingzhen sighed in her heart, it seemed that this girl would not believe herself anymore,
When the little girl stood up again, she found that the man had disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, and scanned the courtyard again to make sure that the man was indeed gone, so she patted him. The dust on her body was searched on the three people on the ground, and she found dozens of taels of silver and some bottles and jars. She only put the silver in her arms,
Afterwards, she came into the room again, put all the trivial silver and copper coins from the counter into her bosom, patted her bulging belly, she smiled,
Pushing open the wooden door of the cellar, looking at the corpse on the ground, the little girl said expressionlessly:

"You bought my firewood for three months, and I cut that person more than 30 knives at my own risk. Although I didn't hit a single knife, I still have to pay back the favor, and it's only a little more. It's fair."

After saying this, the little girl looked at her arms, and her eyes smiled into crescent moons. With so much money, I have to eat well.

Yingzhen stood on the roof, watching the thin little girl bouncing away with a small package on her back. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly. Losing a loved one must be unacceptable all at once, who knew it would be like this.

Could it be that she knew from the beginning that she would not do anything to her?Dare to cut those more than 30 knives aggressively?And this is to take away all the money in the inn with peace of mind?
The trace of sympathy for the little girl was wiped out now, after all, she seemed to be quite moist.

The carriage stopped slowly in Chunyan County, because someone was blocking the way, and he was still an acquaintance.

The evil king Ping Lusheng was dressed in brown brocade clothes, and the scars at the corners of his eyes were extremely eye-catching. He stood respectfully outside the carriage, bowed his head and said:

"Holy Lord, going forward, there are a lot of black and white people in Jiannan Road. Kong Yuan deliberately spread the news of the flying sword, making these idiots think that what they are dealing with is just a couple who have escaped from the womb. What a shame! It's ridiculous, if the Holy Master doesn't dislike it, Lu Sheng is willing to open the way."

There is no sound in the car,
But Ping Lusheng was standing in a cold sweat. Since he came back from Changsha Mansion last time, he deliberately avoided Kong Yuan and kept hiding. In fact, he was always weighing the pros and cons in his heart. Or continue to be governed by the Ming Cult?If the former is successful, he will have the power to support the dragon, and the benefits of receiving the goods will definitely not be small, but the risk is also great, while the latter is no different from before. It's pretty safe.

In the end, he still made a choice.

The old groom Deng looked at him sideways, and said sarcastically:
"You, Ping Lusheng, were more or less number one in the holy sect before, but since you have changed masters, you are not qualified to work for the leader again. Get lost."

Watching the carriage leave, Pin Lu gave birth to a generation of heroes, and stood there dumbfounded, with a heavy heart,
The carriage stopped suddenly, and Ping Lusheng hurriedly turned his head to look, and when he saw old man Deng hooking his hand again, he was overjoyed, and strode over.

"There is a picture of a little girl riding a donkey behind the official road. You are responsible for watching. If anything interesting happens, you can report it to the leader."

Ping Lusheng was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly accepted the order respectfully, and watched the carriage leave.

A little girl movie?Let me stare?Is this the errand given to me by the Holy Lord?
He didn't think much about it in his heart, he just thought that this little girl's film could be valued by the Holy Master, which is not easy to think about.

inside the car,
Jiang Peining asked curiously:
"Why are you so concerned about that little girl?"

Yingzhen raised her hand, pinching her thumb and index finger together, revealing a little gap in the middle,
"She is a bit like me when I was a child, not much, just a little bit, I want to see if there will be more"

(End of this chapter)