"It's our Dali who can't stand him."

"Such a wonderful man from the past, I just wish he could not be used by me, Da Li. No wonder His Majesty is in a depressed mood these days and often sighs."

"It's a pity that no matter how powerful Qi Jingchun is, he will still die after all."

The woman lamented all the way, but she was speaking from the bottom of her heart.

When the woman was silent for a long time and stopped talking, Xu Hunran remembered something. He waved his sleeves first, and the sword energy spread all around, and then asked in a low voice: "Mother, I just killed a young man from a back alley who suddenly became rich. Are we making a big deal out of this?"

Done?"

The woman seemed too lazy to answer such a question and said casually: "Yang Hua, tell me."

The woman holding the sword said coldly: "A lion fights a rabbit, one blow is fatal."

The old swordsman was speechless.

The woman twitched her lips and said, "Although my uncle is a warrior, he has a saying that is very good. When dealing with any enemy, you must never give him your head."

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Unlike his colleagues from the Ministry of Rites who stayed in Taoye Lane, Song Yuzhang lived alone in Qilong Lane, a house whose owner had just moved out.

Song Yuzhang opened the door and sat at the table. There was a wine pot, a plate of salted peanuts and a large bowl of white wine next to him. This former supervisor had been rooted in the town for fifteen years.

, whatever you eat or drink, the taste in your mouth is all too familiar.

When he saw a burly man appear out of thin air in the courtyard, Mr. Song, who had just picked up the wine bowl, smiled and said, "Here he is at last."

He raised the white bowl high and asked, "Can you wait until I finish drinking this bowl of wine?"

The uninvited guest hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Song Yuzhang seemed to be afraid that the guests would be impatient, so he drank half a bowl of soju in one gulp, and with a rosy face, he asked: "Can you send me a message to the young man named Song Jixin? Well, he should be called

Song Mu is in peace."

There was a hint of pleading in the eyes of this middle-aged man, "Can you tell him that the guy named Song Yuzhang has been wanting a Spring Festival couplets from him for so many years?"

The burly man shook his head decisively this time and said: "No!"

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, his face was full of relief, and he said softly: "When I was young, I loved reading travel notes. I saw Laolongcheng at the southernmost tip of Dongbaopingzhou. There were big tides hitting the shore all year round, which was spectacular. Then

Think of this bowl of great wine as the tide water of the South China Sea."

Wang Yifu strode forward and broke the neck of the Dali Ministry of Rites official with one hand.

After the murder, Wang Yifu felt no pleasure and gently let him lie on the table as if he was drunk.
Chapter completed!