The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

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Originally, killing a demon was a matter of nowhere, but Ye Hang was stupefied by Xue Lang. He secretly admired this invincible little general for a long time. Seeing him again today, he is so heroic, and he also said with great vigor: " Don't worry, my lord! I will fulfill my mission and protect the adults."

Always feel that there is something wrong with this sentence?

Xue Lang turned his head, patted him on the shoulder as encouragement, and then stepped into the snow and walked away.

At night, when Yan Li came back from the city, the situation was the same as those refugees said, half of the city was empty.

"Wu'an Magistrate," Xue Lang squinted his eyes and asked coldly, "Is he dead?"

Yan Li lowered his head, and replied: "No, it's singing and dancing every night."

Xue Lang threw away the little white flower, and said in a dangerous tone, "Very well, I won't report it, but I want to see if this county magistrate of Wu'an has any collusion with the murderer."

It's late autumn, and the pests in the field are taking the last moment to destroy the crops willfully.

The group of them arrived in Wu'an a month later, and there was ice everywhere in the city, because the flood hadn't drained away, and winter was coming.

6. Chapter 6

The winter in Wu'an is extremely cold, people are starving and dying here, lying in the snow, even if they are still panting, they may not be able to survive.

The wheels creaked and the household servant Xing Xin poked his head out. Seeing this tragic situation, he couldn't help sighing, his eyes were red as soon as he was old.

Xue Lang didn't have time to comfort them. He had seen many similar scenes over the years, and the most urgent thing was to settle down the surviving people first.

Long before they entered the city, the county magistrate of Wu'an got the news and sent someone to pick them up. Xue Lang asked Ye Hang to escort Yin Zi, the civil servant and the servant to the magistrate's office, and he ordered a few guards to investigate the situation on the ground. .

Although half of the people in the city died, it is extremely rare to see corpses on the street, and there are quite a few people who are dying. Most of these people cover their mouths tightly, crawl back when they see Xue Lang, and their eyes are all He stared out, but remained silent.

It's strange, could it be that if you make a noise, you will attract murderers?

There is a shelter in the west of the city, and there is no one inside. There is a registered person at the door, who sleeps on the table in broad daylight.

Xue □□ and several guards carried the refugees who could not move to the rescue station. He followed behind, trying to find clues from where they had been.

As soon as he got closer, there was a continuous stream of scolding in a broken voice.

"Who are you guys? Go back where you came from, don't disturb the young master's sleep!"

"Go away, no lunatics are accepted here!"

"My lord?! You're lying to a ghost! Get lost, do you know who I am?"

The imperial guard's voice was a little low, presumably he had never seen such an unreasonable and arrogant person, his brows were filled with disgust, but according to his temperament, he would not hurt the civilians, and wanted to discuss it with him.

Xue Lang slipped a white plum cloak from somewhere, and walked from the snow, with red lips and white teeth, and a shallow smile, handsome and extraordinary, like a fairy, but the beauty was broken just by opening his mouth: "Yo? Whose family is this?" Brother, son?"

Po Gong's voice was so straight that his eyes looked straight. This was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Unfortunately, he didn't know what was good or bad. He curled his lips and said arrogantly: "The county magistrate is my father!"

Xue Lang clapped his hands appreciatively, and said coldly to the guards in a blink of an eye, "I've got it, let's meet the county magistrate."

The imperial guards held back their anger, but now that Xue Lang was willing to support them, they almost immediately took out a rope and tied the broken gong's throat, and stuffed him with a rag.

The few refugees brought back widened their eyes and realized that this was a real nobleman. They knocked on the ground and cried, "Please help me, my lord! Help us!"

Xue Lang stared at them for a while before saying, "Follow."

So those people climbed up gratefully, and followed them honestly as if they had taken a reassurance.

Seeing Xue Lang's mighty business, especially Xue Lang's pair of fox eyes that seemed to have seen everything, the magistrate was flustered, and he planned to entertain Xue Lang with a compensatory smile, hoping that he would drop the money and leave , don't mind your own business.

Xue Lang kicked his broken voice in front of the magistrate, observed his ugly face with a half-smile, and said, "Zhou Zhixian, just now this king just wanted to send a few refugees to shelters, how could he ever want to be taken by this magistrate?" The unscrupulous hairy boy stopped him, and he kept claiming that you were his old man, so this king will take your place and beat up this hairy boy."

As he said that, as if he couldn't hold back his anger, Xue Lang kicked Xiao Poluo hard again, and he fell down on the ground. The veins on his forehead popped up. If it wasn't for the cloth stuffed in his mouth, he would have howled to death at this moment. Can be heard inside and out.

The little broken gong rolled around in the snow and crawled towards Zhou Linxue, Zhouzhi County, dragging his broken leg. His eyes were red, and there was a bloodstain on the snow. ,this."

Xue Lang watched coldly, took his gun from the guards, and brought up a snowflake all over the place. In the blink of an eye, everyone saw the tip of the gun pressed against Xiao Poluo's eyebrows, and said coldly: "Such a domineering child , Keeping it is also harming the people, if Zhouzhi County can't do it, this king is willing to do it for you."

Xiao Poluo broke out in a cold sweat, kept shrinking back, looked at Xue Lang pleadingly, and when he couldn't help shaking his head begging for mercy, the tip of the gun left a messy scratch on his forehead.

Blood flowed from between his brows to his eyes, covering him with a layer of blood, and the fear of death surrounded him overwhelmingly, making him dare not move, and the whimpering did not stop from the beginning to the end.

This situation made Zhou Linxue repeatedly beg for forgiveness: "The dog is naughty and has offended the lord. I hope the lord will show mercy. This is the only blood of the subordinate!"

He squatted down with difficulty and wanted to help his son up, but Xue Lang didn't dodge at all, and even said more aggressively: "Zhou Zhi County, if you don't care about the small family, how can you rule everyone? This king killed this unscrupulous bastard for you today." , to serve as an example to others."

As he said that, Xue Lang took the pistol away, washed the tip of the gun in the snow, and brought up another strong wind, which cut off the messy hair of Xiao Pogong, and pointed it at his throat.

Zhou Lin subconsciously wanted to grab the gun, but Xue Lang gave him a cold look, his hands and feet trembled, he knelt down in the snow with a plop, kowtowed and kowtowed: "My lord, please spare the dog! The next official promises that he will never follow him out of the house!"

"My lord, I know my mistake!"

"I beg your lord to forgive me!"

Xue Lang smiled suddenly, like a white lotus blooming in the snow, he took it away, and said in a gentle voice: "Contradicting the prince is a capital crime. I think you love your son dearly in the magistrate, so I will let him go this time. next time......"

Hearing this, Zhou Linxue immediately swore that there would never be a next time. Xue Lang patted his plump cheek with the tip of his gun and said, "It's best like this."

After setting off his majesty, Xue Lang stepped into the mansion, remembered something, took a few steps back, and said cheerfully: "Zhou Zhi County will settle down those refugees for the king, and it will be atonement for your useless son."

Zhou Linxue nodded and bowed in response: "Yes, yes, yes."

Inside and outside the words, Xue Lang insulted his son unabashedly, but Zhou Linxue knew that the one he wanted to scold more was actually himself, he desperately lowered his head, holding back his anger, Xue Lang saw it strangely, and asked: " Magistrate Zhou, do you have any dissatisfaction with this king?"

Zhou Linxue shook his head calmly, and said with a coquettish smile: "No, no, my lord has taught you well, and I will do good things for you."

"That's fine."

A prince who doesn't care about royal etiquette and face, who can stand at the street and yell at him without any face, looks like a hooligan, this is the only king in history.

Xue Lang made up his mind to stay for a long time, and even sent someone to a tailor shop to pick out some winter clothes, and when he arrived, he also gave Yan Li a blood-red hairband, which matched his high ponytail to make him look very energetic.

During dinner time, Zhou Linxue's mansion was full of lights. In order to welcome the distinguished guests from Lingyang City, he spent a lot of money to summon singers and dancers to distract them.

Such extravagant scenes were in stark contrast to the tragic scenes they had seen along the way, Xing Xin almost pointed at Zhou Linxue's nose and scolded him for being a corrupt official.

The strong dragon does not overwhelm the snake, Zhou Linxue dared not do anything wrong to Xue Lang, so he had to take out his anger on other people. Facing Xing Xin's envious eyes, he was not at all panicked, even provocative.

There is also a murderer who didn't show his face here. In order not to let the household servant die too quickly, Xue Lang shook his head to signal him not to be impulsive.

Xing Xin reluctantly sat back in his seat, the wine and meat in front of him remained unchanged.

After a round of banquet, Xue Lang squinted at Zhou Linxue and whispered to a servant for a while, and the servant ran away quickly.

Zhou Linxue seemed to have a sense of it. He glanced at Xue Lang, met Xue Lang's indifferent eyes, felt cold, and quickly smiled obsequiously. He brought the wine to Xue Lang, and Xue Lang took it with a smile.

The wine was mixed with a small dose of drugs, just in case Xue Lang would notice, he drank several glasses of Xue Lang in a row, Xue Lang took them all, and at the end of the drink, it was Zhou Linxue who fell down first.

Xue Lang wasn't drunk at all, but in order to give Zhou Linxue a chance to attack, he pretended to be drunk and walked out of the wine room, staggered, and almost fell down several times while walking.

7. Chapter 7

"Yan Li."

Yan Li came over hearing the sound, supported him, and said doubtfully: "Master, you are not..." Isn't Qian Cup drunk?

Xue Lang pressed his lips with his index finger, his eyes were blurred, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was captivating: "This king is drunk."

What else did he have to say, Yan Li's eyes darkened, and he whispered, "Someone is coming."

Normally, when encountering such an obvious follower and surveillance person, Yan Li would definitely drag Xue Lang into the room without saying a word, but today's Xue Lang is a little different.

He pulled Yan Li's clothes, took off his mask, and used the shadow of the tree to block his eyes.