Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 243 Killing God King Minglang
All the rich young men who were watching took a big step back in shock, fearing that this vicious-looking knife would be swung on their heads.

But then they thought again.

This must be the prince.

This must be Wang Henshui, the son of the God of Killing King Minglang.

How could anyone dare to put a long knife to his neck? ! !
Moreover, how could anyone dare to use a sword in front of him? Wang Mingliang slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people with a long sword.

"..."

"Haha, girl, you are so interesting."

Wang Henshui smiled lowly and lazily raised his eyelids, his eyes were scornful and sinister.

He held the back of the heavy knife with one hand, stuffed the tissue paper into his sleeve with the other hand, and said slowly, "You dare to bring a knife into the poetry garden, and you dare to put the knife on my neck. You are really Be brave and resourceful.”

Jiang Su: Haha, just pretend. Now that you know my true identity, it won’t help your ancestral graves to be filled with colorful smoke.

The fake scholar who was hiding behind the rockery watching all this was so shocked that he forgot to breathe. He didn't breathe until his chest felt heavy and heavy, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems that this poem has indeed been written. It is not a charlatan. It doesn't need my father." Save me."

She is the disciple of a peerless master who lives in seclusion, or...

"Um... girl, I have something to discuss. Can you..." His tone was gentle, as if he was coaxing a kitten or puppy. Unfortunately, his expression was extremely ugly, and he was about to cry.

She is an immortal.

"Don't drag out these words here. If you really have that talent, why can't you come up with a poem these days?"

Jiang Su's eyes were disdainful, and his hand holding the knife tightened. The blade moved deeper into the person's flesh, and a trace of blood was looming.

"It's over, my father can't save me."

"What's impossible?" Jiang Su pushed away the table and leisurely admired his black heavy sword suspended in the air, poking the young general's throat, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, your Adam's apple is not small, so your voice is Not bigger than others.”

Jiang Su noticed all this and did not avoid it. She just glanced at the heavy knife that was about to be thrown. The next moment, the heavy knife suddenly changed direction and flew back at high speed in an arc that ordinary people could not imagine, until it reached Wang Henshui. neck.

"That's what you wrote." Wang Henshui suddenly interrupted him and said sternly.

Ok? !

If this woman in green clothes really hurt Prince Wang Henshui, then General Wang would eventually track it down and find that there were three words written by himself in the poem, and he would be an accomplice.

Even if he jumped into the moat, he wouldn't be able to escape.

In an instant, Wang Henshui suddenly took action, holding one side of the back of the knife with one hand, lifting the entire heavy knife with the other hand and throwing it upwards. He then freed his hand and held it like a claw, intending to go for Suo Jiangsu's throat.

Wait, Prince Wang Henshui had a knife put to his neck. It seems to be more serious than cheating, right? !

All the wealthy young men around also stared at this strange scene with their eyes wide open, and they dispersed around at the same time.

The fake scholar had already broken the pot and said calmly, "Only three words were written by me because they were the silk paper I used. This girl came to the Poetry Garden and snatched my paper to compose poems."

His legs were trembling now.

The young master in Xuanyi was stunned on the spot, his fierce eyes full of disbelief, and he murmured, "How is it possible?"

Wang Henshui has realized that this woman is definitely not a charlatan. She can have such methods and not fall behind when he takes action, unless...

The fake scholar trembled with his legs, and as if he had lost his soul step by step, he stumbled past the other scholars and walked to Jiang Su's side.

Jiang Su did not deny it, "It is true."

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter. Now I have made the poem. If you default on the debt, I will kill you if you don't want to give me the gold."

Wang Henshui felt that there was no danger if the knife at his neck was held like this. Although this woman was threatening him, she always gave him the feeling that she was joking.

The murderous intention is superficial, not the real intention to kill.

He has also been on the battlefield, and he knows what it feels like.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Jiang Su took the initiative and pinched Wang Henshui's arm, holding a heavy knife in the other hand, pretending to be a threat, "Now, someone, go and call that Wang Minglang over, or I will let him taste something." It’s called white-haired people sending black-haired people.”

The scholar on the side wanted to run away a long time ago. When he heard Jiang Su's words, he rushed to the door and ran away as if he had been granted amnesty. In the past, when poems were recited and poems were recited, the yard where thousands of dollars of gold was spent was empty. Only the idle flowers were left, no one swept them away, and they fluttered to the ground again.

The fake scholar didn't leave, so he didn't dare. Although he wasn't familiar with the woman in green, he was still afraid that Prince Wang would be hurt.

After all, he is the son of a military commander, but the worst thing he can do is... risk his life to find a good future for his brother and father!

"What on earth are you going to do?" Wang Henshui didn't understand how someone with such strength could covet ten thousand taels of gold.

"I want money." Jiang Su gave a simple answer.

"I'll give it to you." He compromised.

As early as the moment he saw the heavy sword floating in the air, he compromised.

Jiang Su raised his brows lightly, and in an instant a false smile appeared on his face, "Okay, where is it? Give me ten thousand taels of gold, and I'll leave immediately."

Wang Henshui pointed to the table beside him, "If the stone slab below is lifted up, it will cover the entire cave."

Hearing this, Jiang Su stamped her foot and crushed the stone slab under the desk. While Wang Henshui and the fake scholar were stunned, she transformed into a gold miner, jumped into the hole and swept away the gold inside.

"It's so rich."

She crawled out of the hole in the blink of an eye and took a bite of the golden brick in front of the two of them.

"Okay, now that this is over, I'm leaving." Jiang Su threw the Xuanhei heavy knife on the ground and stepped on it with both feet.

Wang Henshui on the side suddenly said, "Xianjun, I have a hundred thousand gold, I wonder if you are willing to take action?"

"You've changed your title so quickly. You're a teachable kid." Jiang Su had no intention of pretending anymore.

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, she has succeeded.

"What's the matter? Let's talk about it."

She took the heavy knife off the man's neck, held it in her hand, wrapped it in white cloth again, and carried it behind her back.

Wang Henshui and the fake scholar looked at this scene with complicated hearts.

"It's still my father's business."

"Oh, this, I told you, my poem is enough."

"..."

Although Wang Henshui wanted to test the effect of this poem, it was his biological father.

He was somewhat hesitant to smear his father in this way.

Suddenly there were dense footsteps in the yard. Jiang Su turned around and looked at the soldiers who had surrounded him, with a calm expression.

A man wearing a silver helmet and iron armor walked slowly among the soldiers.

His aura was different from everyone else's, as if the cold wind from heaven and earth followed him, making people's hair stand on end.

"How dare you hurt my son."

"Father, this matter has already been..." Wang Henshui was about to explain when a sudden long knife lifted up his clothes with the back of the knife and hit the ground in the distance.

Jiang Su's eyes lit up and he sighed in his heart, "This is an extraordinary method. This person has cultivated Taoism?!"

The next moment, the girl in green frowned, smiled and said, "Bloodthirsty murders, evil practices."

"Why don't you know... Why don't you just pretend for a while?"

She clenched the handle of the knife suddenly, and the sharp edge of the black heavy knife tore the wrapped white cloth into strips, killing her unexpectedly.

"Call early, I have to take a friend home!"

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