God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

"This time, Du He's furniture factory will definitely come to an end!"

"Master, don't worry, we will definitely handle this matter beautifully for you."

Zhang Ergou and others patted their chests and assured.

The mysterious man threw out a money bag, and it fell at Zhang Ergou's feet with a clatter.

Zhang Ergou hurriedly picked it up, weighed it a little, and found that there were at least three hundred Wen in it.

Everyone hurriedly thanked him excitedly.

The mysterious man stood up, his robe fluttering, revealing his arrogance.

I saw him walking out of the room majestically.

When Zhang Ergou and others saw it, a thought arose in their hearts: To be a mysterious person is too domineering.

boom.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound outside.

A black shadow flew upside down and hit the wooden table heavily. The wooden table fell apart immediately, and the black shadow fell to the ground.

Zhang Ergou and others took a closer look, and found that it was the mysterious person who had just left majestically.

At this time, the hat of the man in black had fallen aside, the copper oil lamp on the table fell to the ground, and the tung oil was scattered all over the place.

It's just that although the moonlight outside the window is bright, the mysterious man's face cannot be seen clearly.

Zhang Ergou and the others were terrified.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly appeared at the door.

The black shadow held a long knife in his hand, the sharp blade reflected the moonlight, revealing a bit of coldness.

Black Shadow's cold voice sounded: "If you don't want to die, leave quickly."

Zhang Ergou and others didn't have time to think, they rushed out of the house quickly, and disappeared into the yard in a flash.

The mysterious man sat up, leaned against the wall, stared at the person at the door, and asked, "Who are you? Do you know who I am, that you dare to hurt me?"

A lantern suddenly appeared at the door, and a figure walked in first.

That person stepped forward, and the mysterious man suddenly changed his face: "Du He?"

That's right, the person who walked in was Du He.

And the one holding the long knife just now was Lu Bu.

The long knife in Lu Bu's hand is actually used to scare people, otherwise with this guy's fighting power, a stick can kill people.

Du He stepped forward and took a closer look at the mysterious man.

This guy turned out to be a young man in his early twenties, he looked fine and handsome, and there was a fierceness between his brows.

Du He put the lantern aside, asked Lu Bu to pick up your copper oil lamp, and lit the copper oil lamp with a lighter.

Immediately, the room brightened up.

At this moment, the mysterious young man suddenly realized, slapped his thigh, and said, "So, you let go of Zhang Ergou and others on purpose? Are you trying to find me?"

clap clap.

Du He clapped his hands and said, "Smart, one guess is right."

The young man sneered and said, "Since you have caught me, I'm going to kill you or cut me to pieces. You're welcome. If I say no, I'm not worthy of being a human being."

This guy has very hard bones.

Du He rolled his eyes.

Lu Bu immediately stepped forward, reached out with his right hand, grabbed the young man's shoulder, and increased his strength in his hand.

Immediately, the young man trembled all over, his face was flushed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He felt that his bones were being slid back and forth with a patch. The pain that penetrated the bone marrow was something he had never experienced in his life.

Seeing that the young man couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't beg for mercy, but shouted loudly: "Come on, kill me, I won't reveal any news to you."

Lu Bu was about to make a move when he heard Du He say, "Stop!"

Lu Bu immediately stepped aside.

The young man leaned against the wall, panting heavily, feeling very refreshed after the disaster.

Du He looked at the other party carefully. He was wearing a gray robe, but there were several patches on the hem.

Looking at his upper body, it was all wet with sweat.

Du He said with great interest: "Okay, you have backbone, as long as you tell me your name, I can let you go!"

"Zhang Jian, I still say the same thing, kill or cut, whatever you want, hahaha..."

As he said that, Zhang Jian showed a crazy smile, which was a bit sad.

After finishing speaking, looking at Du He, Zhang Jian said: "I'm just a nobody, don't try to find anything through my name! I won't tell you anything, give up."

Du He stood up and shook his head: "Self-righteous, my young master wouldn't do such a boring thing. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go."

With that said, Du He turned around and dropped a bag of money.

"My young master sees that your bones are quite hard. Although you are not considered a hero, you are not considered a bear. This is a reward for you. Take it to eat your fill. A dog guards the door for its master. At least it can still chew bones. You are good, even It’s really hard for you to come to work even if you haven’t had enough food!”

After finishing speaking, Du He had already left the house.

Zhang Jian stroked his growling stomach and was lost in thought for a moment.

After leaving the courtyard, Lu Bu hurried to catch up, puzzled: "Master, why didn't you kill him, and gave him money?"

Du He looked at the sky and said: "Killing him is as simple as trampling an ant to death, but seeing that he looks good, but is dressed in tatters, there must be some difficulties. He has a bad temper. However, I How about treating someone who has always liked bad tempers as this young master who suddenly lost his temper?"

Lu Bu asked again: "What if he continues to make trouble secretly?"

Du He said casually: "Just kill them! There are too many bad-tempered people in the world, so we can't keep them all."

Saying that, the master and servant walked slowly along the alley in the workshop.

If anyone who was wandering in the square at night saw a son-in-law walking in front from a distance, followed by a big man not far behind, with a long knife in his hand flashing coldly, they would immediately avoid it, even breathing carefully, for fear The killing god suddenly rushed over in a bad mood and gave him two knives. At that time, it would be so ineffective that every day should not be called, and even grandpa would be very useful.