Although Wu Guanxi is fat, he is a flexible one, and the one-foot-long pig-killing knife in his hand is shining with a cold light.

This man was also a perverted and cruel man. His wife ran away with someone, killed his wife and the one who put a hat on him, and sold his wife and that person's meat into pork. Those who were not sold were used to make buns. The human meat buns in Water Margin are not fictional, and this is really true.

The reason why it was discovered was that someone ate a tooth in it when he was eating his bun, and then called the police. The pig-killer turned around and ran away, and then disappeared.

I thought I was dead, but who knew that I found a place where no one knew me and applied for a fake ID card, and continued to kill pigs, and my business was doing well.

Wu Guanxi looks like she is in her fifties, but she is in her 80s. When she killed her wife, she was in her thirties. It was fifty years ago. The case at that time has long become a unsolved case, and few people are struggling with Wu Guanxi again.

Seeing that Wu Guanxi was about to rush over.

Dingling...

Jiang Qingxue was indifferent and still as stable as a mountain. The big insect had no intention of taking action, and stood motionless behind Jiang Qingxue.

Plop!

Just as he was about to come, Wu Guanxi suddenly knelt down, his face was purple, and he was in great pain. His throat seemed to be pinched, and his veins swelled up. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.

Wang Lang looked back at Jiang Qingxue.

Jiang Qingxue sat on the threshold, holding her chin with her hands, "I'm so proud of the turtle lid, I'm saying I'm going to hit ten."

Mr. Qifeng looked down at the teacup in his hand and frowned, "No! Tea was tampered with."

Several people in the field had already noticed something was wrong.

"Little bastard! I'll kill you!" A tall man with only one ear slammed the table and jumped up and rushed towards Jiang Qingxue. He held two scimitars in his hand. The scimitars were like half a circle. The two scimitars could be pieced together to form a circle.

The tall man spliced ​​the scimitars in his hand together, forming an S-shaped shape. He waved his hand and threw them, and the scimitars turned towards Jiang Qingxue.

Wang Lang had a quick knife.

With a bang, Wang Lang took a step back. The force on the scimitar was surprisingly strong. Wang Lang had consumed too much energy before, so it was normal to take a step back this time.

Jiang Qingxue raised her leg and kicked Wang Lang in the calf again, "You're so turtle lid, don't help me if you're stunned, I'll hit ten of them myself!"

"I'm going to help you." Wang Lang sat back on the chair and waited for Jiang Qingxue to hit ten of them alone.

The tall scimitar turned around and went back like a return mark. The tall scimitar changed his face and was extremely painful. He grabbed the scimitar in his hand and sat on the ground with a pale complexion. The sweat on his forehead soon blew a white layer.

Jiang Qingxue swam around more than twenty people with big eyes, then stared at Song Buwen for a long time. Song Buwen calmly took a sip of tea, her face was rosy, just like usual, and she couldn't see any changes at all.

Out of curiosity, Jiang Qingxue turned to look at the big insect behind her, "Is the stinky Taoist priest not responding to Sa Zi?"

The big insect scratched his head and said he didn't know. Qi Feng's face turned pale and yellow for a while. He glanced at Song Buwen, whose face had not changed at all, and smiled at Jiang Qingxue, "Miss, Master Song's kung fu can rank among the top three among everyone here. Your Gu is of no use to Master Song."

"You're so noisy, a slutty old man!" Jiang Qingxue frowned and said unhappy.

Qi Feng was about to say something, but suddenly she shook her whole body and supported the table with one hand. Her pupils in pain shrank a little, and her body was slimming into a ball.

"Hey! The stinky Taoist priest! It's so shameless to me!" Jiang Qingxue frowned and looked at Song Buwen.

Song Buwen slowly put down the teacup and didn't say anything.

Shi Ling, Ghost Hand, and Dundi's three people looked very good. In addition to these, there were several other people in the field who were not very good, including Mei Bi, the head of Fengtian Mountain, who had already collapsed on the chair in pain.

Jiang Qingxue clapped her hands and stood up, and walked straight towards Wuguanxi, the pig-killing Han.

As they walked, the bells on their ankles made a pleasant sound, and the people in the field looked even more painful.

"It's a turtle lid! Even Lipo Hanging is still considered a blue man?" Jiang Qingxue's little fingers pressed hard to the middle of Wu Guanxi's eyebrows. Wu Guanxi's eyes turned red. No one knows how strong Jiang Qingxue's little girl had, but there was a purple bruise on Wu Guanxi's eyebrows.

Wu Guanxi lowered his head, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he stabbed Jiang Qingxue with all his might.

At such a close distance, even if Wu Guanxi was shot, he could kill Jiang Qingxue with one blow.

At the critical moment, Wang Lang rushed out and lifted Jiang Qingxue up, but it was still a little late. A one-centimeter-deep hole was poked out from Jiang Qingxue's skin, and blood kept flowing.

Jiang Qingxue looked down at the wound, puffed her mouth, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"If you don't have kung fu, don't be so arrogant. You still have ten hits. Don't hit you ten later. I won't help you then." Wang Lang casually put down the aggrieved Jiang Qingxue.

Jiang Qingxue took out a box of medicine from the small cloth bag on her waist and sprinkled it on the wound.

"Big insect! Beat him!" Jiang Qingxue pointed at Wu Guanxi.

Shi Ling turned to look at Magnus, who was not in Mao's situation, "Mr. Ma, the antidote is on that girl, help me get the antidote."

Jiang Qingxue looked at Magnus aggrievedly, "What a turtle cover, why is someone else not being raped?"

Magnus slowly stood up, and Wang Lang reached out to the handle of the dragon sword.

Song Buwen suddenly turned around and looked outside the door.

The rest of the people looked out the door one after another. Mr. Qifeng stretched out his hand and stroked the back of his hand. The black blood flowed out, and his face relaxed a lot.

This made Wang Lang's eyes widen. No one knew what this old guy's kung fu looked like, because he had never seen this old guy take action. He had always been the eight kings under his command to do his job for him.

But judging from the current situation, this old guy should have good kung fu. He forced the Gu out of his own.

Qi Feng reached out and pinched his arm a few times. The blood in the wound was first black, followed by normal red. The red one only had a little bleeding from the wound and there was no more blood. A magical one.

Turning his head to look out the door, Mr. Qifeng smiled slightly, "I'm just talking about why the saint of the Wanmo Sect is so rampant. It turns out that Brother Pan is here."

A person slowly came in outside the door.

A man.

A man who looks so good-looking, the kind that men will feel will bend at a glance.

Wang Lang's hand couldn't help but tighten the handle of the knife.

Jiang Qingxue turned around and looked at the person who came, pouted with grievance, "Uncle."
Chapter completed!