Ming Dynasty Killer

"Pour again. Chen Yucheng gulped down, completely treating the bartender as his own.

The bartender was idle and willing to pour him wine.

But looking at Chen Yucheng's appearance, he couldn't help but complain.

He's drinking so well that if he's too drunk to pay the bills, it's miserable.

Eight taels of wine, three large glasses, and the bottom is reached.

"On the second floor, another pot of white jade roast. "

Chen Yucheng smiled and patted the bartender's shoulder, "Even if you understand me, I will reward you when I turn around." "

As he spoke, he continued to pick up the vegetables and chew.

It didn't take long for him to eat four dishes cleanly, and three bottles of white jade roast were also drunk by him.

When Chen Yucheng asked for another cup of white jade roast, he knew that Chen Yucheng would definitely regret it.

He poured himself a glass and silently complained to himself in his heart.

I knew I would have gotten the cheapest fire knife

But he also knew that if he really made a move, he was afraid that he would have been beaten down by this officer a long time ago.

Hey, count them out of luck.

The

bartender glanced at the owner on the second floor, ready to be beaten.

Fortunately, at this time, the hot dishes had been served, and Chen Yucheng was gulping down.

There wasn't much wine, and the bartender was relieved.

looked at the five wine jars on the table, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, this meal, ten taels were not spent, and it was not a loss.

At the same time, a group of people walked down the steps of the third floor.

Seeing Chen Yucheng feasting, the first scribe sighed:

"If the Ming Dynasty had opened the country, the imperial court would not have been so incompetent, and the capital would not have been so chaotic. "

Speaking of this, he glanced at Chen Yucheng with a look of pity.

The implication is that you're a piece of shit.

Chen Yucheng didn't even raise his head, he picked up an empty plate from the ground and smashed it into his mouth.

He threw it, how powerful it was, and under this throw, the empty plate was suddenly smashed by him, and more than a dozen teeth were knocked out.

His tongue had been cut in half, and his lip had been cracked open with a foot-long wound.

The scholar was stunned and fainted.

Immediately after, a mouthful of blood with broken teeth erupted from his mouth.

"Someone's going to kill me!" the guests on the second floor let out a single exclamation, and then rushed towards the first floor.

This is no joke, and if you get involved, it will be troublesome.

The

bartender was also frightened by this scene, he never expected that this policeman would suddenly take action and directly beat a scholar to death.

He wanted to run away, but both legs were shaking and he couldn't move.

The

three men who followed the open-mouthed scribe came out of their breath and helped the unconscious scribe up, and one of them shouted:

"What a bold man, he dared to hurt my student's ......."

Before he could finish speaking, another empty plate flew over, this time not in his mouth, but in his chest.

At an extremely fast speed, the empty disc drove the air to emit a sharp whistling sound, and half of the disc was already inserted into his chest with just a "snort".

The man raised his hand and pointed forward, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the whole person fell to the ground, completely silent.

The other two disciples hurriedly stepped forward and tried to help him up, but he was already exhausted.

Brother Bohan, Brother Bohan, wake up. "

Chen Yucheng finished eating a piece of fish and meat, and drank a small half pot of wine.

Slap the table: "I've used it, check out." "

Although the bartender's mind was blank, he still subconsciously glanced at the things on the table, and then quoted directly.

"My lord, this is a cup of six taels of silver, please take care of it. "

As soon as the words came out, it was a spirit, where would Chen Yucheng come back?

The scene just now almost frightened him.

Chen Yucheng took out all his belongings, which he carried with him when he took off his shirt.

He took out all the change on his body and counted it, only a few cents, which seemed to be not enough to pay the bill.

If the government opened it, he would admit it, but it was a private one, and he couldn't go back.

With that, he came to the prison of the country and put his hand into the arms of the dead Bohan brothers.

The

remaining two jailers were furious and shouted, "You murderer, what are you going to do?

".

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yucheng glared at them, and his murderous aura overflowed, making the two of them tremble.

This glance made them fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Chen Yucheng took out a silver ticket of ten taels of silver and threw it to the shopkeeper:

"This is the silver ticket, the money on the door, your money, it's all yours, and the rest will be handed over to this lowly jailer. "

So saying, he was leaving.

At this moment, the sound of applause suddenly sounded on the third floor.

"This brocade guard, in order to drink, actually stole silver from the corpse, and was called the 'claw of the flying fish'. "

Chen Yucheng was wearing a flying fish suit, and the flying fish lackey in his mouth was the origin of the name.

Chen Yucheng laughed, in this world, I really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, since he is here to send him to death, then let him die.

With that, he went upstairs, frightening the two jailers who were still unconscious on the steps, and ignored the few jailers lying on the ground.

Chen Yucheng didn't even glance at these two little minions, and went directly to the third floor.

On the third floor, on a table, sat a man with a noble temperament, who was not an ordinary person at first glance.

Neither of these two people is a civil official, they should be members of the royal family.

The two guards were not fuel-efficient lamps, and as soon as they stood there, they had a heavy momentum.

He seems to be moving, but in fact he is not moving, and it is obvious that he has practiced extremely high kung fu.

Beside him, there were two other people, who looked like officials, and they didn't even look at Chen Yucheng.

Obviously, he didn't have a little brocade guard in his eyes.

Chen Yucheng shouted, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand had been pulled out.

The two guards, one sideways, turned around and stopped at the table.

"You can't offend, just a royal forest army, still don't kneel down for me to receive orders?".

Hearing this, Chen Yucheng's pupils shrank, and a wave of anger surged into his heart.

As the saying goes, if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone

Speechless. He is a person who likes to kill, but he never takes the initiative to cause trouble.

Today, someone dared to say such arrogant words and make him kneel and beg for mercy, which made him feel that he was being tortured.

He didn't say much, but his killing intent was already revealed.

The two guards were stunned, and the killing intent in this person was very strong.

These people were not ordinary guards, but children of the Shaolin Temple who were hired by a lot of money to escort the Tang King into Beijing on a mission.

Yes, standing in front of him was Zhu Yujian, the emperor who was canonized as Nanyang Mansion.

Although he has nothing to do with His Majesty Chongzhen, this time he came to recapture his own soldiers.

At this time, bandits were everywhere in Henan, and officers and soldiers were beating and beating, fighting and fighting.

Zhu Yujian is worried every day, and the guards of the ten major vassal states have also been killed by the emperors of the past dynasties.

If he was really beaten to Nanyang Mansion by those bandits, he had no choice but to kill himself.

So, over time, he wants to become his bodyguard again, but it's not a simple thing.