After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 467 In the wind there is a flower made of blood

"The money-spreading boy?"

Li Chen'an, who happened to step into the backyard, naturally saw the silver coins flying all over the sky, and heard Chang Baishu's exclamation in the distance.

He was extremely curious.

Because the appearance of the fat proprietress really has nothing to do with Sancai Boy.

Even if she had to be involved, she should probably be the mother of a money-scattering boy.

But I have to say that killing people with money, using so much money to kill people, the effect is really shocking.

Money can buy life, roughly this is the best interpretation.

Li Chenan stepped through the moon gate.

In the icy cold wind, in the flying silver, in the bloody storm, and in the fierce roar, he looked up at the chaotic battlefield.

Standing on his left is Wen Xiaowan.

Standing on his right is Baozi Xiao!

Does this count as hugging left and right?
Li Chenan could only smile wryly, he could only use this question to resolve the embarrassment at the moment.

Baozi Xiao was ruined by Wen Xiaowan.

She was originally a person with a good temper, and she could even tolerate Li Chenan's fraternity, but she couldn't bear Wen Xiaowan's intrusion at that critical moment.

This is the second time that the white silk scarf has been laid!
It is still white!
Xiao Baozi was a little disgusted by the whiteness.

If Li Chen'an hadn't stopped her, Wen Xiaowan would probably have died.

Now the rift between the two has not been filled.

Because Li Chenan didn't have time to explain to Baozi Xiao.

The fighting outside became more and more intense, and Li Chenan was worried that Xiaoqin would die.

Xiao Baozi and Wen Xiaowan finally took care of the overall situation, they didn't really fight, they still came with Li Chenan.

"The money-scattering boy is as silver as his life. Fifteen years ago, he was the most powerful thief in the world."

Wen Xiaowan looked at the bloody silver coins flying randomly in the air, and said again: "She was very young at that time, but her martial arts had already stepped into the lower level of the second realm."

"She likes to kill with money."

"She has her face covered when she kills, so very few people in the Jianghu know her true face."

"But every time she kills a person, she will leave a varying amount of silver. It is said that the amount of silver corresponds to the life's status."

"She has a very good relationship with the young lady of Qinjian Villa... She lost to the young lady when she went to Qinjian Villa to rob. Not only did the young lady not kill her, she also gave her ten thousand taels of silver as a gift, and personally Send her out of the gate of Qinjian Villa."

"15 years ago, after Qinjian Villa was destroyed, there was no trace of the money-spreading boy in the rivers and lakes."

"Some say she died outside the pass."

"Some people also said that she went to the Treasure Pavilion of the Imperial Palace to steal treasures, and was killed by the masters in the palace."

"No one expected that she would hide her name here for 15 years... I think she came here to find out the real culprit behind Qinjian Villa's Miemen."

"Xiaoqin is the only young master who survived in Qinjian Villa. Now that Xiaoqin is in danger, she has no choice but to act."

Li Chenan nodded slightly, thinking that this is roughly the so-called loyalty of the world.

Those who talk about loyalty will do anything for their friends.

Those who don't talk about loyalty... stabbed their friends twice.

Just as Li Chenan was watching the silver flying all over the sky, a scarlet banner suddenly appeared in the dark sky!

This big flag has a long flagpole.

The flags are hunting and dancing in the wind.

Spread out, it actually covered the sky above the patio!

Just under the wave of that banner!
The silver that Yin Ruming scattered was swept away by this Daqi guy!

Yin Ruming landed on the roof of a house.

She frowned, and her face suddenly became extremely serious.

Her gaze followed the flagpole...

"North horse roars west wind Wei Changkong!"

far away,

Wei Changkong held the flagpole with his right hand, and he stretched out his left hand.

The flag on the flagpole was unfurled again.

As a result, the silver floated down like snowflakes.

His left hand was flying in the air, and for a moment, there was a pile of silver under his feet.

He looked at Yin Ruming, narrowed his eyes slightly: "The old man has been looking for you for 15 years!"

"The old man thought you were really dead."

"Do you still remember that 15 years ago, you stole the blood-washed silver gun from the old man's collection?"

Yin Ruming smiled contemptuously:
"You old bastard!"

"You treacherous villain!"

"You sanctimonious hypocrite!"

Yin Ruming's face sank suddenly, his smile disappeared, and his chubby face was full of anger:

"Thanks to the young owner of Qinjian Villa who treats you like a brother!"

"You actually cooperated with the inside and the outside, colluded with those quacks, and opened the gate of Qinjian Villa!"

"By taking advantage of the young master's trust in you, you sneaked up on the young master in the secret room, and took away the Jiuxiaohuan Piqin that was placed in the secret room!"

When Chang Baishu heard this, he immediately looked at Wei Changhe.

Wei Changhe was furious: "Yin Ruming, you don't have to frame this old man!"

"Take your life...!"

He jumped up from the roof, waved the big flag in his hand, and the flag fluttered and swept away towards Yin Ruming.

Yin Ruming touched his pocket.

There are only two taels of silver left in the pocket.

I'm afraid I can't buy Wei Changhe's life.

……

……

The collapsed woodshed.

Xiaoqin was covered in blood.

There was the blood of the enemy and his own blood.

Of course, more is the blood of the enemy.

There were more than [-] corpses lying around him, and he still stood beside the coffin without moving a step.

It seemed that the coffin was extremely important to him.

It was so important that he would rather be stabbed than take a step back.

The two knives in his hand were pointed at the ground.

The blood on the knife was dripping down the tip.

There are more than ten masters in front of him.

He was still standing so unevenly.

Not even the expression on his face changed in the slightest.

He didn't even look at the enemies on the opposite side, his eyes were slightly lowered, looking at the snow and blood on the ground.

Howling winds would make him blink.

In the blink of an eye, there may be an enemy knife coming.

So he is listening.

Listen to the enemy's footsteps on thatch or snow.

Listen to the sound of swords breaking through the wind.

There is a knife.

Another sword came.

Five knives and three swords.

There are two long guns!

His hand tightened on the handle of the knife, and when the two spears were only a few feet away from him, he drew out the knife.

A knife in the right hand.

Swing away the two guns with one knife.

The knife in his left hand swept across at that moment, and then he flicked, "Qing, qiang..."

With this flick, the saber in his left hand collided with the three swords stabbed, and the saber in his right slashed obliquely again.

clean.

leave and fall.

Not a single redundant action.

No extra power was wasted.

However, out of the five knives that struck, one of them slowed it down by half a beat!

After Xiaoqin blocked the four sabers, his right saber should have crossed and chopped off the four people.

But the knife that is half a beat too late will definitely hit the shoulder!

With this knife, he will lose an arm.

He can't pay that price yet.

So his cross-cut knife became an upward block.

He blocked the knife.

But the other four knives greeted him again.

These four knives seem to have discovered some secret.

They don't have the same speed.

The angles are also different.

But their goals are the same.

Xiao Baozi squinted his eyes and said suddenly:
"If that kid doesn't retreat, he will die!"

(End of this chapter)