Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 110 – The Bone Like a Mountain Forgot His Last Name
"Old Lord Tu Shan and General Hussars Guan Shan have already set off first, there is no need to delay, we have to invite someone first."

Sikong Que was thoughtful, with deep admiration in his eyes.

He actually used the word please, presumably this person must be someone he respects very much, she searched her memory, but had no clue.

Apart from Mr. Nanshan, there was really no other person he admired so much.

The five galloped on their horses, and after a while, they arrived at the vegetable market in the west of the city.

After Sikong Que tied up the horse, he walked straight to the meat selling area.

After wandering around for half an hour, he finally frowned in front of a remote mutton stall and stopped looking for it.

At the deserted butcher's stand, a middle-aged man with a slightly weak and scholarly temperament was skillfully skinning a sheep with a butcher's knife.

An old white robe with wide sleeves and Confucian clothing was covered with blood and oil stains.

His attire, contrasted with those burly market people in the field, looked out of place.

"Mr. Tai Cheng, are you safe?"

As if he hadn't been called out by this name for a long time, the man's sword eyebrows were furrowed in displeasure.

The hand that raised the butcher's knife also paused, then raised the butcher's knife again, but there was no response.

"Oh!"

With the knife in hand, the hard sheep's head on the chopping board was split in half, and the fishy brain was splashed all over the place.

"You have mistaken the person, the villain is just a butcher!"

After he said these words, he grabbed the gourd pinned to his waist and started to drink freely.

Suddenly, a smell of cheap Tusu wine filled the surroundings.

Sikong Que didn't continue the topic, but just watched the butcher's movements fixedly.

"I'm going to war! My mother asked me to send a message, to be precise, it's a last word..."

"She said, she left first, please take care of her only relic left in this world~"

After he dropped these words, he turned and left the meat stall.

"Tai Cheng? Who is he?"

"In this age group, also surnamed Tai Cheng, the only one who meets the requirements in our intelligence network is Tai Chengliu, who once used his sharp mouth and unparalleled tactics to fight against the Confucian officials of the Three Kingdoms, and broke the Three Kingdoms' merger and annexation of Dafeng!"

Jiang Jiongyu whispered to Li Qingmei while recalling all the information he knew.

"If it weren't for Tai Chengliu's guidance and advice, Dafeng is sitting on the dragon chair now, maybe it is His Majesty or Chengwang!"

"I really didn't expect that Tai Chengliu, who once wrote splendid articles, prospered the country with his words, and mourned the country with his words, would actually hide in the city and live in this city."

"Wait a moment!"

The man didn't care to put down the blood-dripping butcher knife, and ran after Sikong Que all the way.

"If I come out of the mountain, you will become the target of public criticism."

"Although a certain person is not talented, he can still take on the responsibility: Those who win Taicheng win the world, these seven-character golden sentences are true."

He spoke vulgar rhetoric, but he was so elegant and frivolous that people couldn't help turning his side slightly.

"If you win the battle and come back triumphantly, then you are qualified to let me be at your mercy, to do the work of a dog and a horse!"

"Boss! Are you still selling the haggis? If you don't sell it, I'm leaving! The grind is not over yet!"

"Not for sale! Go out of business!"

He responded coldly.

It is impossible to imagine how he managed to make a living in such a deserted butcher shop with such a weird butcher.

After the three of them left the vegetable market resentfully, they hurried to Qinghe County.

Dayan, Tiger, Leopard, and Yunqi rode like breaking through bamboo all the way, and they were about to hit Qinghe County, the ancestral home of the Dafeng royal family.

Along the way, there were Dafeng people who were fleeing. Only Li Qingmei, Sikong Que and his party faced the crowd and went against the current.

Near Qinghe County, there are many corpses along the way. There are Yan soldiers in red armors, and there are more Gale soldiers in black armors.

Many of these corpses were eaten by hungry wild dogs and wolves, exposing thick bones, piled up like mountains on both sides of the road.

(End of this chapter)