The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 288
Yan Xiaoyu didn't move, she couldn't hear his words at all, she just fell into her own dream.

Xiao Ninglan got up, picked up a black cloth and wrapped it around his right hand, and unsheathed the Azure Dragon Sword that had been sealed in the secret path for a long time and had not been used for a long time. A murderous look appeared on his handsome face. Under the light of the blade, he looked like a Rakshasa .

After closing the mechanism of the cabin, the door of the secret passage closed automatically. This secret passage was built by him to keep Yan Xiaoyu's body in the past. Apart from him, even Yan Xiaoyu didn't know there was such a place, so he stayed inside , absolutely safe, and he has prepared food and water for three days, even if Xiaoyu wakes up, he can safely spend three days inside.

In three days, he was going to fulfill his promise. He once told those bandits that if Yan Xiaoyu lost a hair, he wanted their whole family to be buried with him, let alone now...

He didn't use lightness kung fu, but walked down the mountain step by step, each step left heavy footprints, the mountain wind curled his hair, his handsome face was indescribably beautiful under the setting sun.

At the foot of the mountain, farmers live in a circle. There is a blind mother-in-law who fumbles to put away the clothes that have been dried, but stumbles on a low stool by the roadside and falls.

The mother-in-law struggled to get up, but there was ice on the ground and the road was slippery. She fell down again, and a dry and warm hand reached out and grabbed her hand tightly. With the support of this hand, she stood up.

She could feel that this hand was wrapped with cloth, could it be that this person was injured?She could feel that there was a man in front of her, and he was also a very young and beautiful man, because the breath emanating from him was something she had never smelled in her life.

"Are you here looking for Nong Wazi? He hasn't been home for ten years." The mother-in-law spoke the local foreign dialect, opened her eyes without eyes, and fixedly looked at the direction where the man was standing.

The man withdrew his hand and said in a cold tone, "Ma'am, how many people are there in the family?"

The mother-in-law was stunned for a moment, and replied tremblingly, "I'm the only one! Nong Wazi went up the mountain to become a bandit..."

Before she finished speaking, the man's sword had already been struck, and blood gushed out from her neck. She didn't know why the man wanted to kill her, so she could only fall down in a daze.

The man turned around and looked at the clothes hanging on the bamboo pole. On the bamboo pole, there were obviously adult men's clothes, but the mother-in-law said that her son hadn't come back for ten years.

He strode and walked in another direction.

In a warm room, white heat rises from the boiling water. On the kang, a young woman with her head wrapped in a floral cloth is holding a baby in her arms. The baby is sucking the woman's pacifier. The orange candlelight illuminates all this peacefully.

The outer door was pushed open with a "squeak", and the woman got up, and walked into a strange man in black. The man held a long sword without a sheath, and walked in casually, as if he knew the way.

The moment she saw the man, the young woman's face turned red. She had never seen such a handsome man before. How would you describe this face?All good words would be eclipsed when applied to him.Her heart was beating violently, she even forgot to speak, forgot to be shy, she was so frank in the eyes of strangers, the baby sucked and made a small sound.

The man looked at her without any intention of avoiding suspicion. He pushed the door with his hand wrapped in a black cloth belt, and with a "squeak", the door closed again.

The young woman woke up like a dream. She hugged her child away, covered her clothes, and looked at the man with a flushed face, "Our family has nothing to repay the debt. The money he owes has nothing to do with us!"

The man frowned. Of course he knew who she was referring to. After a long silence, he said softly, "Of course your family has debt repayment. You and the child are very good..."

The young woman looked at him in astonishment, and her face turned even redder. For such a man, every word and every look in his eyes made her addicted like a poppy.Her heart was beating violently, and she couldn't restrain the surprise on her face. Let alone asking her to pay off her debts for her gambling husband, even if she was killed right now, she would still be willing.As long as she can look at him more, get closer to him, smell the charming fragrance of his body, and hear his magnetic voice, she is willing to lose everything and sell her soul to the devil.

"Young man, you can take me away, but the child, you should stay here..." The young woman looked at him enchantingly, and when she looked carefully, she was quite attractive.

"Okay, for the sake of your beloved son, I won't kill the child!" The man said coldly, but the young woman had no time to cast a questioning look, her chest was already cold, she lowered her head, blood gushing out, and that The sword without the scabbard was nailed to her heart at this moment.

She looked up, her face was full of puzzlement, didn't she want to pay the bill?

But she didn't have time to ask, the young life disappeared under the man's sword, and as the body fell to the ground, the cry of the baby came from the ground, the man looked at the baby, and his brows trembled.

A little girl about four or five years old ran out of the back room. Seeing this, the little girl burst into tears.The man turned his head and wanted to leave, but the little girl stepped forward and hugged the man's leg. The man's indifferent face was expressionless, and then he raised his long sword, and the sharp weapon cut through his flesh. Blood sprayed all over the ground. The little girl fell on the ground with her eyes wide open. In a pool of blood.

In the middle of the night, the man was walking in the village covered in blood. The sword in his hand was still unsheathed, and the evil spirit on his body had receded a lot. His pace was very slow, as if every step was about to step into hell.

A middle-aged woman looked at the man with a look of surprise on her face. Such a delicate and beautiful man was covered in blood. He must be on the verge of trouble. Judging by his clothes and aura, he must be not an ordinary person. If this If you can give him a bowl of noodle soup at the right time, you will definitely get a lot of money in return from him in the future.

The woman stepped forward with her little feet on her feet, waving her handkerchief like a girl in a red building, and her slender voice was even more piercing, "Hey, guest officer, you must be tired after such a long journey? Let's go home with my aunt. Madam invites you to eat noodle soup."

The man didn't speak, but just lowered his handsome and cold eyes, and looked at the woman coldly. The woman shivered in fright, and the hand that was holding his sleeve quickly retracted, smiling, and wanted to back away.

After seeing her face clearly, the man suddenly said, "Thank you, Mrs. Zhou..."

Aunt Zhou was taken aback. How did he know that her husband's family name was Zhou?But she is a famous person in this village, especially her promising son, who is unknown and not afraid of?It's not surprising that she can be called by her name.

Then he came forward waving a handkerchief, smiling like a morning glory pulling the man, "You know our Dafu, right? He was as handsome as you when he was young, but this brat didn't learn well, and recently he became a bandit. What's so good about being a bandit? In my opinion, it's only worthwhile to work with Zi Yihou of Qinzhou, who will be the emperor in the future..."

The man glanced at her coldly, did not speak, but held the handle of the sword firmly with his hand wrapped in black bandages, Mrs. Zhou pulled the man and walked towards her house with a smile.

In the house, an old man in his sixties was smoking on the hot kang. Seeing Mrs. Zhou pulling a handsome man, he didn't speak, but knocked a few times on the kang with a cigarette bag.

"Old man, let me tell you, this guest officer may know our son, even if he comes from a foreign country, he can call my Aunt Zhou by her name..."

Aunt Zhou laughed tremblingly, waving a handkerchief, then went to the kitchen to make noodle soup for the man.

The man stood still, and glanced coldly at the old man on the kang. The old man was smoking a big cigarette, and met the man's gaze. He looked at the old man for a moment.

The old man knocked on the big pipe again, and said tauntingly, "I advise you to go, she wants you to go to Goulanxuan to be a servant girl, good person, don't be trampled by her for nothing!"

The man still didn't speak, just moved his hand holding the sword. The old man seemed to have expected his movement, and snorted coldly, "It's useless, the vicinity of this old ditch, with a radius of ten miles, is all from the power of that little bastard, you Can you kill one person and kill hundreds of people?"

The man frowned, but he didn't understand what the old man meant. The old man stood up, pointed out with his cigarette bag, and said, "Look at this old ditch, can you still see a normal, middle-aged man? Tell that little bastard to take him up the mountain." Becoming a bandit, what is a bandit, a thief! There is such a villain in our old Zhou family, in the name of doing justice for the sky, doing some evil deeds..."

The old man was so excited that he coughed. The man narrowed his phoenix eyes and remained silent. Mrs. Zhou had already walked out holding the soup noodles. She put the steaming noodles on the table on the kang, looked at the old man fiercely, and pointed The tip of the old man's nose yelled, "You old man, our son is a thief, so what are you? What are you wearing and eating? Didn't your son pay for it with his life? If you dare to call your son a bastard, you are an old bastard!" Egg!"

The old man trembled angrily, threw the big cigarette bag aside, stroked his chest and panted, "That little bastard was taught by you to kill, set fire, rape, rape, rape, rape, rape, rape, rape, rape, and other evil things that he didn't do. Yes, be careful of retribution, retribution!"

Aunt Zhou pulled the apron on her body, stretched out her claws, and was about to fight the old man desperately, but before she got close to the old man, a sword had already cut her neck.She didn't feel any pain, but her neck was chilly, as if a cold wind was blowing into her throat, she lowered her head, and saw blood was flowing down, bright red, like tears from people.

She staggered, one step at a time, two steps, and then fell there, dead, with her eyes wide open, looking at the old man not far away.

The old man coughed, holding the man, and suddenly burst into tears. He knelt on the ground and howled loudly, "Retribution, retribution, I know, this day will always come, always come!"

(End of this chapter)