"Murder! There are actually people in Zhongdu City who are blind to the king's laws!"

The rogue was thrown out by Wan San with his collar and smashed over the stall next to him.

It happened that this was a stall selling fried stinky tofu. There was a pot of hot oil on the stove, and the neatly packed stinky tofu was waiting to be put into the pot.

The ruffian had no place to leverage in the air and wanted to maintain his balance. Without the sword, he could only mess around with his arms in the air, reaching out to catch something.

As a result, his elbow pressed against the chopping board of the stall and completely knocked it over as his body fell.

A pot of hot oil fell by his side by chance, but there were still a few drops splashing on the bare arms of the ruffian.

Immediately, several huge red dots were burned out, and the blisters quickly bulged, making him yell in pain.

Following the sound, people quickly surrounded him, and the place immediately became jammed.

When the ruffian saw that there were many people, he was even more confident and kept shouting, as if he was being removed from his arms.

Wan San frowned and wanted to escape sideways and stay away from this place of failure. But behind him, there was a piece of porcelain surrounded by layers of porcelain, and it was not easy to leave.

The vendor selling fried stinky tofu looked at the rogue lying underground, raised his legs carefully, and stepped over him.

A pair of black cloth shoes with white edges on my feet were still stained with some oil.

Although the black cloth surface is not obvious, it becomes a bit colorful under the reflection of the lights.

"I still want to leave the stall that has smashed people?"

The stall owner stepped forward, pressed his hand against Wansan's chest, and asked sternly.

"A misunderstanding."

Wan San said with a temper press.

I felt in my heart that there seemed to be some indescribable relationship between this stall owner and the rogue.

"Misunderstanding? If you hit someone in front, how can you turn my stall behind me? What kind of misunderstanding is this?"

The stall owner continued to question.

The spectators who were not sure about it began to point fingers after hearing this.

After all, Wan San was standing aside now, while the ruffian was leaning against the wall, holding his arms and moaning.

The stall is also messy and messy.

All pots, pans, utensils, and clean ingredients all rolled to the ground, stained with black soil and other dirty things.

Before Wan San could ask for compensation, the stall owner's eyes turned red, his nose wings twitched a few times, and he sat on the ground and cried.

He muttered that there were old people on the top and young people on the bottom, and there was a sick wife lying at home. The food, clothing and expenses of the whole family were tightly tied to this stall.

The words he said were sincere and crying very sad, which made Wan San feel a little unbearable.

How many people can there be in this world now? If you are really a liar, you can only admit that you are unlucky and say that the other party is spiritual. But if it is true, wouldn’t Wan San’s actions diagnose the other party’s way of life?

He naturally understands the principle of severing a person's way of living is like killing his parents.

After sighing deeply, I still wanted to calm down.

Although he and others came from Bogu Tower, they were in Zhongdu City and had to abide by the rules here. Even if they were in the end, Liu Jinghao, the King of Qingzhong, would definitely sell him to Bogu Tower for face and would not deal with it with a big fanfare. However, after all, it still left a stain, and seeing him again in the future will be a real loss.

Therefore, Wan San winked at Hua Liu and asked him to take out some silver and throw it over. He asked the stall owner to pack up the stall first. As for the thug, there will be some public opinion.

Unexpectedly, Hua Liu ignored his second brother at all, rushed forward, grabbed the stall owner's collar, and punched him in the cheek.

Although he has no energy, how could ordinary people bear his punch?

I saw the stall owner vomiting blood and his chin was dislocated.

I couldn't even say a complete sentence, so I could only hold my face and hum.

The punch just now made the stall owner's front teeth directly bit his lower lip. It was not a serious injury, but his mouth was covered in blood and could not stop flowing outward, which was really a bit terrible.

The onlookers all had some oil on their feet and slipped a few steps back. They formed a circle completely, with Wufusheng and the rogue in the middle with the stall owner. One was lying, the other was sitting, and four were standing.

"Dare you still dare to scold people?!"

Hua Liuda shouted, and the anger in his heart poured out at this moment.

In fact, the stall owner could no longer speak, he was just moaning in pain, but Hua Liu heard it in his ears, but every sound was cursing.

The remaining power of the previous punch had not passed, but another punch was immediately smashed.

Seeing this, Wan San hurriedly stopped him, but Hua Liu was so angry that his fist was strong and extremely fast, just faster than Wan San's palm that stretched over.

The punch hit the stall owner firmly in the face, making his dislocated chin cheaper, and he also spit out a few back teeth from his mouth.

Seeing this, Fang Si and Dao Wu hurriedly hugged Hua Liuhao, and pressed his shoulders one by one, firmly holding it down, so that the third punch would not be hit again.

Hua Liu struggled a few times and then felt relieved. However, the two brothers still refused to let go, worried that he would do something extraordinary again.

The stall owner was already lying on the ground with his face down and completely fainted.

The rogue carp thrust, straightened up, pointed at the stall owner who fainted on the ground and said:

"Dear Zhongdu fellow villagers, when is it the turn of our Zhongdu City so arrogant and domineering? These people came from Bogu Building and participated in the literary battle. They were just on the long street, and they were openly committing crimes and riding our necks to shit! You must not let it go lightly!"

After saying that, his eyes glanced around and then he received thunderous support.

Wan San looked at the rogue expressionlessly and asked slowly:

"Who are you? Or from the Seiji Department or Tongjin Pavilion?"

"I am just an ordinary person from Zhongdu City. I can't stand you waiting for these outsiders to act like this in Zhongdu City. I just stand up and say something fair. Why do you want to do it?!"

When Rappa saw that Hua Liu's body was already relaxed, he was tense again.

The meaning of bend three and dodges in front of Hualiu is self-evident.

Conflicts and conflicts have risen from ordinary disputes to the fact that people in Bogu Tower look down on Zhongdu City. This is no longer something that can be resolved with silver. If not, Di Weitai will have to come forward to bow to Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, to apologize.

But after all, Hua Liu was depressed and too impulsive, and did not take care of his fists.

Since childhood, the elder brother has been reminded by these younger brothers that a man should manage two things, body and emotions.

??There are four foundations in life: joy, anger, sorrow and fear, but they can be combined into many complexities.?

?People always have different emotions based on different things or environments.

The air is fresh and flowers are everywhere, and you will be happy and happy from the bottom of your heart. When you squat in the pit every day, you will complain about your destiny and become irritable.?

?On the one hand, it can enrich your physical strength and energy, improve your efficiency potential, and make us healthy. On the other hand, it can also be suppressed.

It's like a revolving lantern, maybe a hippie smile the moment before, but a hatred the next moment.???

One of the stories that Liangfen loves to tell is that an old lady is worried all day long. The neighbor asked him why. She said that when the weather was sunny, she was afraid that the eldest son who sold umbrellas would not have a good business, and when it rained, she was afraid that the younger son would not be able to do the clothes in the washing and dyeing shop.

The optimistic neighbor comforted him: "You are happy for your younger son when it is sunny, and you are happy for your older son when it is raining!"??

Such a simple story is mainly about talking to the youngest Hua Liu. But he always disdained it and felt that his brothers could protect him in any case.

It was precisely this idea that made him vent his emotions so freely that he almost committed a murder in the capital.

"So what about Zhongdu City? I will kill you tonight!"

Hua Liu said.

When Wan San heard the sound coming from behind him, his mind sank, turned around and slapped Hua Liu hard in the face.

Hua Liu was stunned at first, then reached out and touched his right cheek.

There is no mirror here, and he doesn't know that his cheeks have turned red now, but the heat can be felt in the palm of his hand.

Wan San made a very fierce move, and even got some energy in his arms.

Hua Liu rubbed it for a few times and felt a ray of heat flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

I reached out and saw a piece of scarlet blood in my eyes.

"You... hit me?"

Hua Liu said in a speechless manner.

His face had begun to swollen, and his lips and jaw became tilted and asymmetric. As his tongue wriggled while talking, fresh blood foam kept pushing out of his mouth and flowing outside, soaking his entire chin red and staining the lace of his chest.

Hualiu was wearing a blue robe, and the saomie was extremely delicate.

The blood bead fell on it, and it only rolled down to the ground.

It was so endless that there were several blood beads that penetrated the delicate yarn and penetrated into it.

The bright red and blue mixed together became extremely solemn purple, which looked like the sky at this time.

Everyone says that the night is dark, but it is not accurate.

The night is dark purple.

Black is too rigid and has no spiritual energy. However, purple is flowing all the time.

It is very difficult to describe it accurately.

There are several mountains, rivers, and families in a place, which is a bit too boring. The same thing is the same in the night.

There is no need to describe fixed things, but there is no need to describe changing things.
To be continued...