Yuelai Inn has become a mess.

More than a hundred people from the world flocked to Yuelai Inn.

Someone came in through the main entrance.

More from the sky!

They landed in the patio outside the wood-room in the backyard.

The patio is not big, so many people still stand on the roof.

The roofs on all sides are all human.

Yuelai Inn has been surrounded by more than a hundred people in the world.

The door of the woodshed was broken.

Four corpses were lying at the door.

Xiaoqin held the knife in her left hand and put down the bowl in her right hand.

He raised his eyes to the bright swords and guns outside the room, and withdrew his gaze to the half of the rice left in the bowl.

After thinking about it, he put down the knife in his hand and picked up the chopsticks.

Just as many people were watching outside the door, he started to eat with big mouthfuls!

The dark coffin was next to him.

Five plates of dishes were placed on the lid of the coffin.

The dishes on the plate were almost empty, and there were two other bowls serving rice.

He seemed to have eaten two bowls of rice.

But he was still eating the third bowl.

He must be very hungry.

So even though he knew that he could not escape, he decided to eat enough before he died.

There were two men holding knives at the door swallowing, and they looked at each other, and then when they looked at Xiaoqin, a fierce light appeared in their eyes.

"I want to eat enough to get on the road?"

"Even if the King of Hell agrees, I won't give you this opportunity!"

The two stepped in, raised their swords and shouted: "Go to die!"

Two sharp cold lights wrapped around the whistling cold wind, and slashed towards Xiaoqin.

Just at that moment.

Xiaoqin's right hand was still holding the chopsticks, but she had already grabbed the knife placed on the coffin.

His cheeks were still squirming, and his gaze was even in the bowl.

He waved a casual knife.

sweep!

An arc of light passed by.

His knife was placed on the coffin.

The two people who rushed in suddenly covered their abdomen and showed extremely painful expressions on their faces.

They staggered back.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground.

They exited the door of the woodshed.

It fell to the snow with a "thump".

The blood in the abdomen was flowing out at this time.

It flows very fast.

So the snow on the ground was dyed red.

The person at the door took two steps unconsciously, one meter away from the threshold.

It was just a matter of leaping away, but now the threshold is like a gate of hell in their eyes!

Xiaoqin continued to eat.

He originally had a very slow meal.

Because he cherishes every meal very much.

What's more, this meal tastes great today.

He wanted to enjoy it carefully.

Tomorrow... I promised to give that brother ten taels of silver, but the place in Zhouyuan is obviously already a tiger's den.

The money must be paid back.

Then you must work hard to get out of the tiger's den.

But now, Zhou Bapi seemed to be unable to wait.

He actually sent so many people...

Xiaoqin was a little regretful.

There are two wounds on his body that have not yet been healed.

One was left by Zhu Youxian, the eight-step soul-chasing Zhu Youxian from the Beggars' Sect. He cut open Zhu Youxian's stomach with one knife, but Zhu Youxian's dog-beating stick fell on his waist.

A little pain in my waist.

Another injury is more serious.

That was left by Murong Ruyan from Gusu Murong.

He stabbed Murong Ruyan's abdomen with a knife, but her smoke-like sword also stabbed into his abdomen.

It's just that I have more experience.

That sword did not hurt the internal organs too much.

If it were the past, it would be possible to recover after three to five months of conditioning.

But this time I have to rush to arrive at Zhouzhuang before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

He didn't get a break.

I just applied two doses of hemostatic plaster on the wound and then wrapped it with the cloth tape.

Once the movement is more intense, the wound will burst and blood will bleed again.

He tried to avoid bleeding himself.

Because more blood flows, people become weaker.

Now, it may not work without bleeding.

He finished his last bite of the meal.

The bowl was clean without a grain of rice left.

He stood up and tightened the cloth bag around his waist, so that he could not let the enemy come out, and he was already injured.

Otherwise, those enemies will pounce on themselves as if they were like wolves smelling blood.

His hand fell on the coffin again.

He knocked three times very naturally.

Then he picked up his two knives and stood in front of the door.

The wind is very strong.

It's cloudy.

It's going to be snowing again.

The people in the yard waved their weapons and rushed towards him step by step.

Suddenly, the roof of this wood-room was broken.

Someone fell from the roof.

Xiao Qin frowned between her eyebrows.

There is that coffin in the house!

He took a step back.

Turn around.

A shot was stabbing his back.
To be continued...