Guardian Chapter 177: Xiaoshouyiwang

Inside the gate of Willow Leaf Square.

The killing sound shook the sky.

The officers and soldiers flocked in with the crowded tactics.

The sound of fighting gradually diminished.

A glaring, **** human head was thrown out from within.

Quick Sword Liu embraced the Qinglong Sword and walked out leisurely in **** footprints.

His face is full of beard, and his chin is trimmed with delicate beard lips. From time to time, he gently strokes the beard lips with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, which shows that he is in a good mood at this time.

Quick knife Liu kicked the **** man in front of Zeng Shuyou, who was guarded by the master, and said: “The information provided by Tianji Pavilion is accurate. There are 30 zombie killers in the shadow organization, the star kills eighteen, and the moon kills nine. Kill three, three complete killer squads, none of them slipped through the net, and there was no livelihood. It’s not that I don’t want to catch alive, but they see no hope of breaking through and don’t want to live anymore.”

Zeng Shuyou stepped on the head of the person who was still rolling on the ground, and his face was calm and said: “The light oil transferred from the sesame oil workshop, have you found it?”

Quick knife Liu stroked Hu’s lips left and right, shook his head and said: “The number of confessions made by Huang Dabiao, the guard at the gate of the city, does not match, plus the number of sesame oil workshops, and about Mo Banjun is not here.”

One Jun is 30 Jin, half Jun, which means that about 15 Jin of light oil has not been recovered.

There is so much light oil that flows into Kyoto from Huang Dabiao alone. Isn’t it right? How about the other gates? Will they also be involved? If so, the number is even more alarming… Zeng Shuyou’s eyebrows are twisted… If another big explosion like a sesame oil workshop occurs, the consequences will be disastrous.

“Proceed as planned. You go to the established position and leave it to me for the aftermath.” Zeng Shuyou waved his hand and added: “I won’t say anything else, to ensure the safety of Chen Qiuchen.”

……

Wangyue Tower.

You can tell from the name.

This is a place suitable for climbing high and admiring the moon.

It is true.

The Wangyue Tower has always been a place where literati and scholars like to talk.

Standing at the highest point of Wangyuelou and singing in the wind when the bragging pen is blowing to the fun, has always been the heart of many self-proclaimed scholars.

But today, the wind is high…high…the protagonist who is urinating.

He’s a hairy boy who hasn’t even grown his hair yet.

“It’s nothing special. The ants are still attacking me, what do you say, Mochizuki shoots Mochizuki upstairs, washes the lead and rebirth.” Xiao Sang touched his mouth, swayed the trousers to the left, and the urine line smashed. Biao, it’s just full of vigor.

“Do you think I shot high enough?” Xiao Sanghou bent down, held her hips forward, and looked back at the group of people **** behind her.

This group of people includes literati, pretty girls, wealthy merchants, officials in Kyoto, and zombie killers of the shadow organization who use various identities as the cover of Mochizuki Tower.

Different identities, the same end.

The only thing in common is that they were tied into crabs by the dark green rattan, and their mouths were tightly blocked by stockings.

“Uhhhhhhhh…” In a speechless voice, a half-kneeling scholar wearing a book crown, struggling with anger on his face.

“Oh, it seems you have a good opinion.” Xiao Sang lightly hooked his finger, and the cane on the scholar’s body poked the stockings in his mouth like alive.

“Bah…bah, puff, puff, puff.” The scholar even vomited and puffed, and before he could even breathe, he sternly reprimanded: “My generation of scholars, shame…”

“Slap.”

The cane flew, accompanied by a **** lower molar spouting out of the reader’s mouth.

“Huh?” Xiao Sang held the half-pulled pants with his **** in his left hand, put his right hand to his ear, and tilted his head slightly to listen, “Speak louder.”

“Uh…do not bet on the first silver…” The scholar said with swollen cheeks, blood and tears, and slurred speech: “I am ashamed to show such a perfect figure to others.”

Speaking the most insulting words with the hardest attitude is still a good scholar who dances and learns.

“Boring.” Xiao Sangbai plucked his ears boredly, and stuck the cane into the student’s mouth with stockings.

The experience of urinating in the wind is over.

Sang walked to the old man who had been crowded upstairs before.

“The size is an official, isn’t it?” Xiao Sang stretched out his palm and wiped the old man back and forth.

He pulled the stockings from the old man’s mouth and broke the old man’s mouth. He just didn’t put his head in and look left and right, “I have two official words, let me see, where is the other one?” “

The old man’s mouth was pulled out of a tight arc, and his face twitched, completely unsure of the origin of this young man.

He has a stiff, pleased smile on his face, a violent laugh from his throat, and his mouth opens very cooperatively.

It’s just that Xiao Sang pulled his mouth to both sides, and he opened his mouth again, and he looked very ugly–the upper and lower lips could be seen with gums, and the mouth was full of half-infected old yellow teeth, and the roots of the teeth were obviously uneven.

“Is it your girl?” Xiao Sang finally did not act as a “dentist” to see the dentist, letting go of the old man, and pointed to the trembling goose-yellow girl who was half-chested and nestled behind the old man.

When the girl saw Xiao Sang looking at her, her eyes dodged her head and she muttered in her heart that she couldn’t see me, she couldn’t see me.

“Little…little concubine.” The old man swallowed his saliva, swallowing his voice and said: “You want to like it, send…send you.”

The girl rubbed her knees and backed back again and again. At this time, she wanted to bite the old man to death.

“Little concubine?” Xiao Sang thought hard, still digesting the meaning of these two words, a little bit unclear.

However, he can understand what the old man is saying.

“Hey! Boring.” Xiao Sang sighed and patted the old man on the back.

The old man thought Xiao Sang had accepted the gift, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying and wanted to please him again, but his face was suffocated, and his stiff smile was forever frozen on his face.

“My teeth are too old to chew, and I’m ruining the girl. Who will die if you don’t die?” Xiao Sang’s sighing voice passed into the girl’s ears.

She was overjoyed and finally had the courage to face Xiao Sang.

This Xiaozheng is so good-looking… the girl thought about it, and Xiao Sang pointed at the old man’s body and asked: “Did he force you?”

In the face of Xiao Sang’s innocent and clear eyes, what the girl wanted to lie directly turned into her heartfelt voice, “No, if you don’t sell your youth, isn’t it in vain? He covets my beauty, I covet him You can take what you need, there is nothing wrong with it.”

“Oh.” Xiao Sang replied with a long tone, and said: “You are right, then you can accompany him.”

The girl didn’t know, so she felt the thorns on her body pierced her skin.

She fell limp beside the old man without a trace of pain, and couldn’t get up anymore.

“Puff, puff.” A wealthy business man squeezed his tongue against the stockings in his mouth, and squeezed it under Xiao Sang’s feet, shouting: “Don’t kill me, I have money, a lot of money , Give you all, give you all, I just hope you can get around me.”

He can understand.

This young kid with weird methods is not only a cruel veteran, but also obsessed with playing the role of judge.

“Oh.” Xiao Sang replied indifferently, ignoring the existence of the rich businessman, and looking over him to look at the crowded together, sinking eyes of the treasurer, man, cook, helper of the Moon Tower, etc. A group of zombie shadow killers.

“Don’t bother, the cane is not a cane, you can’t break it.”

Xiao Sang squatted on the ground and counted against the group of shadow killers, “One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight the tiger, the tiger is not at home, he is the one who farts.”

Sang points to one of them and rubs his fingers.

The cane tied to this person shrinks, shrinks, and shrinks again.

The traces of the strangled figure are becoming more and more obvious.

Along with the painful groan of this person gritted his teeth, there was a “boom”, squirming flesh and blood all over the sky.

The wealthy businessman and the scholar whose tooth socket had been cut were both dumbfounded.

The two of them turned blue, and they were stunned with incontinence.

The remaining shadow killers glared cross-brows, their stature skyrocketed, and their clothes went without wind.

“Want to explode?” Xiao Sang rubbed his eyebrows melancholy, pinched his palms empty, the shadow killer’s body seemed to be buried with seeds, and the dark green thorny cane burst out soaring.

He said slowly and rationally: “What are you guys, you can kill the ants in our family?”

“Huh?”

“Want to commit suicide?”

“Is there such a good thing?”

The skyrocketing barbed cane not only restrains the shadow killers, but also limits their ability to play. When the barbed hook is embedded in their body, it is equivalent to injecting “neurotoxin”, let alone the shadow killer escape, even stiff The ethics technique is of no avail.

“You want me to wipe your butt.” Xiao Sang muttered, venting his dissatisfaction with Chen Feng, and let the skyrocketing thorn vine shuttle through the body of the Shadow Killer.

It doesn’t take a moment.

Dark green and blood are the main colors on the top of the Moon Tower.

Only two and a half people remain in the same place.

One is Xiao Sang, the other is a wealthy businessman shivering and kowtow, and half is a scholar who has fainted from fear.

Bang-bang kowtow, the rich businessman’s heart and liver trembled so much that his forehead was broken, and he didn’t hear the terrible little boy uttering a sound.

He raised his head tremblingly, where there is Xiao Sang’s shadow.

The disappearing rattan, the disappearing minced meat and corpse, only myself and a half-dead scholar are left in the overcrowded Mochizuki Tower.

Everything that happened before seemed to be just a dream.

……

Yuqian Alley is still the same.

The small courtyard is still that small courtyard.

The jujube tree, which has grown taller than the old locust tree, has already developed horizontally.

The branches of the lotus plant grow out of a pine-like layer of welcoming pine trees.

Like a pair of big hands covering the entire small courtyard.

It keeps out the wind and rain, cool and fresh.

Liu Li curled up slightly, snuggling up on the recliner for a nap.

Participating in the compilation of the intelligence information provided by Chen Feng in Zhulin two days ago made her miserable, and she has not been relieved to this day.

Xuebai Xiaosan nestled in her arms with her paws on her chest.

Slightly squinted, unconsciously smacked his mouth, flicking from time to time.

It’s teeth are faintly exposed, and it occasionally makes a threatening sound of hiss in its throat, as if it dreamed of a fight in its dream.

The breeze is blowing slightly, and the leaves are whirling.

The jujube tree fluttered its leaves, swaying the remaining shade on the exquisite curve of the colored glaze.

It seems that it can’t bear to disturb Liuli’s sleepiness, and it disperses the wind that can blow Liuli’s silver hair into a softer blowing Buddha.

Da Mao stopped chopping wood, squatting on the stubble hibiscus tree, looking at the sky dumbly.

He remained motionless, squatting down as a mushroom on the dilapidated wood.

This is his recent routine.

Since evolving to the golden corpse, Da Mao’s mind will often pop up some jumbled thoughts intermittently, very messy, very messy, very fragmented… and then Da Mao also fell into confusion.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Where am I going?

These three problems have plagued Da Mao for a long time.

He began to think that learning Xiao Sang’s head up and looking up at the sky was a good choice.

Or… Xu… Heaven… There is… Answer… Case… Ah… Le… This is the reflection in Da Mao’s mind.

Er Mao has also evolved.

It’s different from the three major philosophical problems of Mao’s life.

At least Ermao looks the same.

She still farms, waters, and cuts flowers, taking care of the flowers and plants in the small courtyard step by step.

The only difference may be that there is a little more expression in her eyes.

As the little flowers wither, they will show incomprehensible sadness.

With the unearthed buds, there will be a bewildered joy.

As the leaves fall, frowning and confusion will appear.

It’s different from Da Mao and Xiao Sang’s melancholy complex.

Er Mao has an extra thing called Shang Qiu Beiyue.

Da Mao and Er Mao began to have human emotions.

The two corpse puppets refined by Chen Feng are evolving to another level of life.

The courtyard at this time.

The years are quiet.

If Xiao San suddenly disappeared into Liuli’s arms, it would be a drowsy morning.

Xiao San’s disappearance is silent.

Da Mao and Er Mao were not disturbed, and even the Liuli who was snuggling with her could not notice.

Liu Li also subconsciously touched Xiaosan’s place, made a virtual embrace, and continued to sleep, sleeping very hard.

The shadow overflows outside the small courtyard.

There are constant glimmers of light.

With the white light point, the dark black is blocked.

More and more dark lights pounced on the courtyard, turning into each other.

Xiao San nestled in front of the small courtyard with eyes full of excitement, her curled tail swayed slightly, and her fat buttocks shook out a pleasant round arc.

It has two bulging bulges on its forehead, and the fringed white hair rises and disappears with the bulges and gathers into a faintly visible plum blossom pattern.

Anyone who has been pestered by Xiaosan over their forehead will have a plum blossom mark. The flickering and flickering of the brand will make you lose yourself and become Xiaosan’s slave.

Like a slave like a dog.

Chen Mingting was once hit by Xiaosan’s tricks. The shaggy man, bowed his body and lay on the ground, holding up Xiaosan’s paws, and licking it was as sweet as a sweet treat, just as wonderful as the paws were a peerless delicacy.

Half of the shadow killers who were sent to kill Chen Feng’s close people were hit by Xiao San’s plum blossoms.

Shadow Kill vs. Shadow Kill.

Wonderful shadow organization death duel.

Xiao San is like a referee who pulls sideways. If the slave who has been hit by the plum blossom is at a disadvantage, he will simply turn the opposite killer into a slave.

There are more slaves, and they have an advantage in number. They are not the killers of slaves, and they are constantly losing.

There are sudden dark lights everywhere.

The sky is accompanied by more and more blooming blood flowers.

This wonderful battle of Shadow Kill vs. Shadow Kill is slowly coming to an end.

Xiao San licked his snow-white paws, cleaned up the odor, shook his fat buttocks, and ran into the small courtyard.

It was just about to leap into Liuli’s arms, after thinking about it, he turned around and walked out.

Outside the courtyard.

The shadow killer, kneeling on one knee, with ten flashing plum blossom marks on his forehead, with varying degrees of injury, looked at Xiao San feverishly.

Xiao San tilted his head and stretched out his right paw to touch the bulge on his forehead, falling into the emotion of human thinking.

Killed? Buried? Released?

It’s so hard to choose… When Xiao San fell into choice disorder and didn’t know what to do.

The figures of Da Mao and Er Mao appeared behind it.

“Accompany…accompany…practice.” Da Mao broke his mouth and controlled the opening and closing of his mouth with his hands-otherwise, it would be very difficult to speak.

“Yes.” Er Mao’s pronunciation is extremely non-standard. Fortunately, the pronunciation of one word is not as difficult as Da Mao’s.

Oh, someone has taken over. I don’t need to choose. Kai Xun…Xiao San thought happily, continued to squeeze in Liuli’s arms, spread her paws on her chest, and slowly narrowed her eyes.

“Stupid pig, beat the bad guy.”

Xiao San was half asleep, but Liuli was so surprised that her neck was upright.

It glared its small eyes, saw that Liuli was talking in sleep, and then lay down comfortably.

Bad guys should spank their butts… Xiao San thought about it, his eyelids gradually sank again, and his mind was filled with white fleshy peaches.

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