Devil’s Advent

　　 Aming didn't know why he wanted to ask the girl this question. Maybe, it was just a matter of pleasure. It was as usual as a **** flower was dropped off during an outing.

　　Life requires a sense of ritual, and life also requires exquisiteness.

　　 And the "sense of ritual" and "exquisiteness", in short, to cut the essence, originally refers to the "superfluous and cumbersome fart."

　　 Just like before a meal, drink a bowl of chicken soup to moisturize the stomach or a plate of appetizing cold dishes.

　　 Over there, the middle-aged man also saw Ah Ming talking to his daughter, and immediately came over with a shy face and bowed his waist:

　　 "Master, would you like this girl? For eight taels of silver, we will sign the contract immediately, she is yours;

　　 After this, do you want her to follow you to learn acrobatics to the Western Regions or simply accept her as a concubine, it's all up to your preference. "

　　 This middle-aged man was the same as the previous concierge. When he saw Ah Ming's dress, he took him for granted as an acrobatic troupe from the Western Regions.

It is also because a few years ago, when the Emperor Yan State held his thirtieth birthday after he was enthroned, there was an acrobatic team from the Western Regions who entered Beijing to perform before the imperial court. Since then, they have gained a reputation and made the people treat this Western Region acrobatic troupe too It was all the rage for a while.

　　 Aming nodded, and put his hand into his pocket.

　　 Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man rubbed his hands in excitement.

　　 However, when Ah Ming withdrew his hand from his pocket and spread it out in front of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man was stunned.

　　 The palm is empty.

　　 "Sorry, I usually don't have the habit of bringing money."

　　 Aming’s apologies are very sincere, because he did show just the right amount of shyness and apology, and it seems that he really feels guilty for not being able to buy this girl right now.

In the six months at the inn, most of the time, Ah Ming was only responsible for making wine, and he rarely went out. Besides, in this world, after you solve the problem of eating and drinking, as a person with modern thinking and living habits, you really There is not much consumer demand.

　　 "No...no money? Are you **** playing with me?"

　　 The middle-aged man pointed directly at Ah Ming's face and shouted.

　　 Aming nodded, and replied seriously:

"Yes it is."

　　 The middle-aged man paused, then rolled up his sleeves and threatened:

　　 "I think you are looking for death!"

This kind of gambler that can even be sold by wives and daughters. If you want to say that he is so kind and bloody, it is really nonsense. However, if you are bluffing, you will still be able to bluff someone like a gambling shop. .

Unfortunately,

　　 He chose the wrong person.

"it is good."

　　 Aming stretched out his hand and grabbed the middle-aged man's neck directly.

　　 Immediately, a cold chill came from his neck, and the middle-aged man suddenly forgot to resist. At this moment, he felt as if he was being stared at by a gloomy beast.

　　 "Hey, we need to fight and go elsewhere, don't dirty the facade of our Hyena Gang." The porter yelled with his hands in his arms.

　　 However,

　　 With a "click" sound,

　　 The concierge froze.

　　 He saw the neck of the middle-aged man who came to sell his daughter, directly in the hands of the acrobat of the Western Regions, showing a horrible arc that ordinary people could not reach.

　　 Possibly, even the middle-aged man didn't realize that this strangely dressed guy in front of him really meant to kill someone.

　　 He knows how to bluff people, but on the other side, he really kills people, and he deliberately dangled in a mule carriage to kill people on a rainy day.

　　 Fresh blood began to drip from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

　　 Aming withdrew his hand,

　　 The middle-aged man fell to the ground with a "puff", his eyes widened, and he had already lost his vitality.

After 　　 fell, his face was very close to the face of his daughter who was lying on the ground at this time.

　　 The girl's eyes showed a hint of horror, followed by a faint sadness, but then she bit her lip, opened her mouth, and began to laugh silently regardless of the rain on the ground pouring into her mouth.

　　 Aming turned his head and glanced at the expression of the **** the ground.

　　 He thinks this scene, the scene where the father and daughter face each other, is really beautiful.

　　 It's a pity that in this era, without a camera, there is no way to turn this scene into eternity and then keep it in the collection and enjoy it slowly.

　　 is really a bit... sorry.

　　 after a few more glances,

　　 A Ming turned his head, took a step forward, and walked up the steps.

　　 The appetizer is over, the next is the dinner.

　　 The concierge obviously hadn't fully recovered from the previous shock, but when he saw Ah Ming walking towards him, he turned his head immediately and tried to get into the yard first.

　　 He is just a concierge. In the Hyena Gang, he is also the most fringe character. The foxes are okay. If you really have the ability and courage to kill people, you won't be sent to the door.

　　 However, he had just crossed the threshold with one foot, and his shoulder was grabbed by a hand.

　　 Ok... so fast!

　　 Aming actually didn't like to deal with these little guys very much. Even the little guy who didn't have the courage to attack him directly, even if he was killed, he couldn't bring himself much pleasure.

　　 But no way, he came today just to kill.

　　 The palm of the hand quickly moved from the position of the opponent's shoulder to the position of the opponent's back of the head, and then, directly hit the door panel.

"Snapped!"

　　 is like a watermelon falling to the ground.

　　 Aming glanced at the red on his palm, instinctively wanted to bring it to his mouth, but shook his hand in disgust.

　　 This taste is a bit hard to eat.

　　 It seems that only the kind of guy who shines, their blood has a sweet taste.

　　 "Ah ah ah!!!"

The previous concierge who went in to tell the truth and an old man with the appearance of a cashier with white hair and beard stood behind the door. After seeing the scene just now, the old concierge was frightened to the ground, and the concierge yelled hysterically. With.

　　 "Woohoo!"

　　 However, his cry did not last long, his mouth was covered by one hand, and then another hand appeared on his shoulder.

　　 "Crack!"

　　It was like shooting a volleyball. The porter's face saw the scenery behind him for the first time, and he experienced the advantage of not having to worry about being attacked when he went to the toilet.

　　 It's just that this superiority didn't last long, and he fell to the ground.

　　 After seeing this scene, Mr. Accountant shook his body, rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fainted.

Ah Ming didn't care whether the other party was really scared to death or pretending to be dead, because with the screams here, this gang was obviously completely alarmed, and from the left and right sides of the yard, a total of twenty or thirty were rushed out. A man with a variety of weapons.

　　 This one is for a knife, that one is for an axe, and this one is for an iron rod.

　　Aming's eyes patrolled over them one by one,

at last,

　　 he smiled,

　　Because he saw a swordman.

　　 Killing on a rainy day seems to match the sword better.

　　 Aming felt that he should have been infected by a blind man, otherwise he would be scratched suddenly.

　　 "Cut him down!"

　　 A tall man with animal skins is obviously the leader inside, and he waved his hand and gave orders to himself.

　　 The two concierge corpses at the door had already told him that there was no need for peace talks and friendship.

　　 A Ming's speed is very fast, faster than that of the zombie. Although his strength is not as great as that of the zombie, it is also above the level of ordinary people.

Therefore, the first two gangs holding the knife and the axe only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and they were surrounded by Aming. Aming is a little different from the zombie. He cherishes and protects his nails and doesn't like to use them. Nail to kill.

Therefore, a file appeared in Ah Ming's left hand, which pierced the temple of the axe gang, while on the other side, he grabbed the gang's arm and twisted it and helped him wipe his neck with the knife in his hand. , To help it end this dirty life.

　　Elegant, fast, without any muddles,

　　 This is not killing,

　　 This is an art performance belonging to Ming.

　　He dances in the crowd;

　　Blood is a flower that the audience voluntarily dedicated to him;

　　 scream, it is the cheers of the audience paying for the art.

　　 It's just that after solving the two people, more help gathered, which suddenly compressed Ah Ming's space.

　　 The situation in martial arts movies where a group of people surround you but is still singled out against you is difficult in reality. Everyone swarms, and you are a general of the enemy, and you have to belch.

　　 Fortunately, Ah Ming is different. After struggling to endure the cost of two slashes on the back, he rushed out of the encirclement and went straight to the man with the sword.

　　 The man let out a low drink, and stabbed Aming with his sword.

　　 There was a look of disappointment in Ah Ming's eyes, because the other party was not able to shine.

　　'S body turned sideways, but his left hand slid all the way along the tip of the opponent's sword, blood spattered from his fingertips, but Ah Ming didn't care, until he grabbed the opponent's wrist and pressed down.

　　 The sword-holder staggered, but Ah Ming opened his mouth easily, and two fangs were exposed, leaving his mark on the neck of the opponent like a stapler at a speed like a dragonfly.

　　 "Puff through."

　　 The sword bearer fell to the ground, but the sword in his hand was already held by A Ming.

　　 "My songs are all finished, you are not over yet."

　　 Blind Zibei’s voice came into Ah Ming’s ears, but at this moment, Blind Zibei was still sitting on the mule cart outside, with an erhu in his hand.

　　 The power of mental power makes the sound transmission through the air and loses the technical barriers.

　　 "I remember Erquan Yingyue is quite long." Ah Ming replied in his heart.

　　 "I forgot the score below."

"Ok."

　　 "Have you picked up the sword?"

"Yes it is."

　　 "Do you know how to use a sword?"

　　 "Look at it."

　　 "Okay, then I'll do it again." Blind Beibei felt that he had made a big compromise.

　　 "Actually, don't force it, because I don't want to listen that much either."

　　 "Don't worry, no one can beat you in the BGM I sent you~www.readwn.com~."

　　 "Okay, you are blind, you are right."

　　 After a brief mental exchange, the help of the crowd rushed over again. A Ming stood there, not doing too much dodge as before, because he said he wanted to show the blind man his sword skills.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 A gang's knife slashed on Ah Ming's shoulder, his shoulder muscles contracted, and the knife was clamped. The gang couldn't get his knife out.

　　 A Ming went down with a sword and cut off the opponent's head.

Another gang hit Ah Ming's back with an axe from behind. Ah Ming remained motionless, his upper body twisted, and the blade swept back and wiped the opponent's neck. The opponent's neck began to spurt blood and fell. On the ground.

　　 The two gangs holding spears sprinted over, holding the spears together, Ah Ming still did not dodge, the spears pierced his body.

　　 Ah Ming's body trembled, loosened his muscles, and started to move forward, even if he still had two toothpicks strung on his chest, it didn't matter.

　　 In the blink of an eye, Ah Ming came to the two gangs, their hands still holding the spear blankly.

　　 Aming smiled at them, swung his sword down, and cut them directly.

　　 They let go and fell down.

Ah Ming's body began to lean backwards. The two spears in his body were used as support and stuck on the floor tiles. Ah Ming's body was leaning backwards, not falling, still holding the sword in his hand. The sword is flush with the body, and it is square to the ground. Fifteen degree angle.

　　 At the same time, he said:

　　 "How about my sword?"

　　 Outside the yard, the blind Bei quietly put down his erhu.

　　 took out from his pocket a veil that the wife of the patrol captain gave him.

　　 wiped the raindrops on his forehead,

　　 sighed:

　　 "So cheap."