Sheng Chong and Abandoned Concubine: The Sixth Miss Doctor

Chapter 1427 Kill Without Amnesty!

"Those who are not involved in the trouble squat down!"

"Kill those who jump around!"

"Those who incite civil unrest, kill!"

A tall man took the lead. He was wearing a bamboo hat, his back was straight, and his face could not be seen clearly, but everyone was overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty aura emanating from him.

Among the victims, a few men who had been making all kinds of troubles shivered suddenly.

The two sides that were still in the conflict stopped involuntarily. The people who were knocked down in one place were crying to the sky, but at this moment, no one dared to make a sound.

Several soldiers charged forward with their sabers crossed, and when they reached the front, one of them stopped drinking, "Senior Qiu!"

A victim was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously opened his mouth, "Yes."

"Dead!" Following the order from the man on the horse, a soldier raised his knife and dropped it with a "shua".

Qiu Laosi's head fell to his feet, and the blood from the fracture rose up to a height of one foot.

"Li Dazhuang!"

No one responded, and one of the victims turned pale.

The corners of Ming Yi's lips curled slightly, and he said coldly, "Kill!"

A soldier immediately drew his knife, and with a "shua", the pale-faced victim was also killed.

It all happened so fast that there was no time to react.

They didn't expect someone to kill people suddenly at this time, although they had been clamoring for officers and soldiers to kill people.

They have been inciting such turmoil all the time, causing the people to clash with the officers and soldiers, so that they can fish in troubled waters.

But once such a man like King Shura appeared and led the soldiers to kill people, they were immediately overwhelmed.

Chen Yuanwai, Cui Shi and others who were watching the excitement from afar were also stunned.

When they came back to their senses, Ming Yi had already read the names of more than a dozen people, and all of them had their heads cut off in an instant.

The severed heads were picked up and placed neatly aside, each of them staring wide-eyed in horror, their deaths horrific.

This way of death is extremely deterrent. Those who had been making such a fuss kept silent, and involuntarily squatted down with their heads in their hands, or even knelt on the ground.

There were still a few who wanted to run, and they didn't even need to ask for their names, their heads were cut off by the long knife and placed on the other side.

Putting your head there is the best deterrent.

Ming Yi tilted his head, glanced at the restaurant, stretched out his hand, and a soldier immediately offered a longbow.

In the meantime, he was riding on a horse without taking off his bamboo hat, and he just bent his bow and set his arrows. The three eagle-feathered arrows went away like shooting stars, and with a "swish", they snatched away all the people in the restaurant.

Chen Yuanwai, Cui Shi and the others standing by the window shouted in fright, watching the arrow come towards them, but they couldn't move.

"Puff puff puff" three times, the arrows seized their souls, and shot through their caps with unabated strength and directly nailed them to the flower compartment behind them.

!!!

Everyone in the room almost rolled their eyes in shock.

The three plopped down on the ground, who is this person?

This is the Arrow God?

No, it's the Grim Reaper!
Ming Yi shot an arrow, sneered, threw the longbow at the soldier, glanced at the ground again, and said slowly: "As long as you are the people of the Great Zhou, someone will take care of you, but if you are driven, I don't mind if you have ulterior motives to incite civil unrest..."

He paused, raised his chin, and drew a cold arc from the corner of his lips, "Kill all of you!"

Some bold people on the ground peeked at him, but saw that his entire face was hidden in the shadow of the bamboo hat, only his pointed chin and those cherry-colored thin lips were exposed, showing a cold killing intent.

He didn't mind what they thought of him, and said indifferently, "It's just a few thousand people."

(End of this chapter)