After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 466 There is a flower made of blood in the wind

Yuelai Inn has become a mess.

More than a hundred people from the rivers and lakes poured into the Yuelai Inn.

Someone came in through the front door.

More are falling from the sky!

They landed in the patio outside the woodshed in the backyard.

The patio is not big, so there are still many people standing on the roof.

There are people on all sides of the roof.

Yuelai Inn has been besieged by more than 100 people from the rivers and lakes.

The door of the firewood room was broken open.

There were already four corpses lying at the door.

Xiaoqin held the knife in her left hand, and put down the bowl in her right hand.

He raised his eyes to look at the shining knives and guns outside the house, and then looked back at the half of the rice left in the bowl.

After thinking about it, he still put down the knife in his hand and picked up the chopsticks.

Under the eyes of many people outside the door, he began to eat with a big mouthful!
The dark coffin was beside him.

On the lid of the coffin were five plates of food.

The dishes on the plate were almost empty, as were the two bowls holding the rice.

He seems to have eaten two bowls of rice.

But he's still eating his third bowl.

He should be very hungry.

So even though he knew that it was difficult for him to escape, he still decided to eat his fill before he died.

Two men holding knives at the door swallowed their saliva. They looked at each other, and when they looked at Xiaoqin again, their eyes showed a fierce light.

"Want to eat and go on the road?"

"Even if King Yan agrees, I won't give you this chance!"

The two stepped in, raised their knives, and shouted, "Go to hell!"

Two icy cold lights wrapped around the howling cold wind, just like this, they slashed at Xiaoqin's head.

Just in that moment.

Xiaoqin's right hand was still holding the chopsticks, but she had already grasped the knife placed on the coffin.

His cheeks are still squirming, and his eyes are even in the bowl.

He waved a knife casually.

sweep!
An arc flashed across.

His knife has been placed on the coffin.

The two people who rushed in suddenly covered their stomachs, with expressions of extreme pain on their faces.

They staggered back.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground.

They exited the woodshed door.

"Plop" fell on the snow.

Only then did the blood in the abdomen flow out.

Flows fast.

So the snow on the ground was dyed red.

The person at the door unknowingly took two steps back, and there was a distance of one foot from the threshold.

The short distance of one foot is just a matter of jumping, but now the threshold is like the gate of hell in their eyes!

Xiaoqin continued to eat.

Originally he ate very slowly.

Because he cherishes every meal.

What's more, today's meal tastes very good.

He wanted to enjoy it carefully.

Tomorrow... I promised to return the ten taels of silver to that brother, but the place in Zhouyuan is obviously already a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

The silver must be returned.

Then you must work hard to get yourself out of the dragon's pond and tiger's den alive.

But now, it seems that Zhou Baopi can't wait any longer.

He actually sent so many people here...

Xiaoqin felt a little regretful.

He still has two unhealed wounds on his body.

One was left for him by Zhu Youxian, the eight-step chasing soul of the beggar gang. He cut open Zhu Youxian's stomach, but Zhu Youxian's dog-beating stick fell on his waist.

My waist hurts a bit.

The other injury was more serious.

It was left by Murong Ruyan of Gusu Murong.

He stabbed into Murong Ruyan's abdomen, but her smoke-like sword also pierced into his abdomen.

It's just that I have more experience.

That sword didn't hurt the internal organs too much.

If it was in the past, it would be able to recover after three to five months of conditioning.

But this time I have to hurry and arrive at Zhouzhuang before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

He doesn't get a break.

I just applied two doses of hemostatic plaster on the wound, and then wrapped it with the cloth.

Once the movement is more violent, the wound will burst open and bleed again.

He tried not to bleed himself.

Because there is a lot of blood flow, people are weak.

Now it seems that not bleeding is probably not enough.

He ate the last bite of his meal.

There was no grain of rice left in the bowl.

He stood up and tightened the cloth bag around his waist, so as not to let the enemy see that he was injured.

Otherwise, those enemies would rush towards him desperately like a wolf smelling blood.

His hand fell on the coffin again.

Knocked three times very naturally.

Then he picked up his two knives and stood in front of the door.

it's very windy.

It was cloudy.

Looks like it's going to snow again.

The people in the courtyard waved their weapons and approached him step by step.

Suddenly, the roof of the firewood house broke.

Someone fell from the roof.

Xiaoqin frowned.

There is that coffin in the house!
He takes a step back.

turn around.

A shot was aimed at his back.

A knife was coming to his head.

Another sword was coming towards his abdomen.

Outside.

That group of people suddenly launched a lingering offensive. They walked on the snow with roars, and the snow suddenly danced wildly.

They swung their knives.

Attack from both sides!

Standing on the roof in the distance, Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe squinted their eyes.

They all laughed.

No one has three heads and six arms.

No matter how fast the 16-year-old boy named Xiaoqin strikes, he can't take care of both the front and the back.

Therefore, he must die!
But right now.

Chang Baishu was suddenly startled.

He saw a knife!

A big knife exuding a chill!

That knife came down from the left side outside Chaimen!
Wei Changhe was startled almost at the same time, he looked to the right!

On the right side of Caimen, there was also a big knife with a cold light coming down.

Two knives.

Seal the door of the woodshed!
Two knives, killed the two people who had just rushed to the door!

Two knives fell to the ground.

The two landed.

They wear masks, but they look very young.

One left and one right, they stood at the door like door gods.

in the door.

Xiaoqin slashed three times between the lightning and flint.

There were only two screams.

Because the head of one of them was slashed and flew out.

There are people on the roof.

Xiaoqin didn't fly out to kill people.

Because he has to guard the coffin.

He looked back.

Wang Zhenghaoxuan and Amu also looked into the room at this moment.

Xiaoqin grinned.

Wang Zhenghaoxuan shrugged: "Thank you for living."

"it is good!"

The enemy is coming again.

More people, more weapons, more shouts of killing, and thus more wailing.

The fight inside and outside the firewood room became intense in an instant.

The wooden firewood house simply cannot withstand the impact of those weapons and corpses.

It came crashing down.

Xiaoqin stood in the cold wind.

The coffin was buried under thatch.

The knives in Amu's and Wang Zhenghaoxuan's hands were colder than the cold wind.

Blood splattered in the air as their knives rose and fell.

When the fat proprietress came to the backyard, what she saw were countless flowers made of blood condensed in the wind.

It would have been beautiful.

But her firewood house collapsed and it would take a lot of money to repair it, so she was very angry!
So, she stepped into the blood flower in one step.

She roared: "You guys are killing me these days!"

"Is it okay to call outside my mother's shop?"

"Go to hell!"

Her hands went into her bosom.

then……

Su Meng who just ran over saw silver coins flying all over the sky! !
Silver with blood!
Killing money!

Chang Baishu on the roof in the distance was shocked:
"Wealth-spreading boy... silver is like life!"

(End of this chapter)