Chapter 24 There is no life, killing invisibly!

Ning Shishi's shout was very loud, but in this case, the crowd only stopped for a moment, and the crowd in the fight continued to fight together again. On the contrary, the Mr. Huashan, who was not affected by the fight in the crowd, was attracted by Ning Shishi's voice, and then his eyes showed an amazing look.

Wang Su had already woken up at this time. After stopping Song Yi's reminder, his eyes flashed and quietly looked at the prince Song Yi said he couldn't afford to provoke. Because with Song Yi's reminder first, I went to see the prince's demeanor at this time. Sure enough, I found some different things. Not to mention that the grace and handsomeness was obviously the temperament edified by the rich and noble family, the timid look in the crowd, which was obviously the momentum in the chest.

The people in the fight gradually became angry. From time to time, someone was smashed out, knocked over objects such as tables, chairs and screens, and got a messy scene of soup, melons and fruits flying around, and a piece of chickens and dogs jumping.

Master Ning originally shouted to stop this fight, but in this case, the next woman wanted to stop a group of red-eyed men from fighting. Those people couldn't stop themselves, let alone stop because of Ning Shishi's shout. Ning Shishi had no choice but to avoid the objects flying in the fight to prevent himself from being injured.

Song Yi protected Wang Su's figure avoiding flying objects and even falling over, and gradually retreated to the original central position. Although Song Yi has been retreating, his eyes have been fixed on the two people in the field. One is the graceful noble son, and the other is Zhao Jianzhi, who blushed in the crowd and participated in the fight.

Although Zhao Jianzhi was a little fat, he had practiced his fists and feet. In the time Song Yi saw it, the guy actually attacked four times and hit the body of a black man under the nobleman twice, but it may be that Zhao Jianzhi's hand was really not strong enough, and the person who was hit. I can't see too much pain.

Once inadvertently dodge, he accidentally tripped over a chair and fell back. He subconsciously reached out and pressed back, but pressed it on the table. Fortunately, he did not fall down.

"Are you all right?" At this time, Wang Su found that he almost wanted to help him. Fortunately, when Wang Su stretched out his hand, Song Yi had already stabilized his body.

"It's okay!" Song Yiqing said gladly. At the same time, he turned his head and took a look. At this glance, he saw that his hand was pressed on the edge of the table, but there was a broken porcelain bowl with half a sharp edges. Song Yi couldn't help but be glad that he pressed on a pair of white and clear ivory chopsticks under his hand, instead of pressing on the sharp chip in the sharp porcelain bowl, otherwise the end would be much worse than a fall.

Since it's okay, Song Yi continued to turn his head and look at the field. Whenever he saw Zhao Jianzhi's despicable sneak attacks again and again, Song Yi always felt that Qingyan's sad expression and the blood of her wounds appeared in front of him again and again, reminding over and over again that the ugly-looking man not far away was the person he wanted to avenge.

Thinking like this, over and over again, the scene of Zhao Jianzhi raising a long knife and cutting himself appeared in Song Yi's mind for a moment.

Revenge!! Zhao Jianzhi's figure swayed in his eyes from time to time. The knife stabbed Qingyan for a transparent moment and repeated in his mind from time to time, and a wave of hatred rose in Song Yi's heart. Subconsciously, Song Yi turned his head and looked at the piece of porcelain bowl on the table that almost cut himself.

Thousands of thoughts struggled in his heart, and finally Song Yi's eyes fell on the pair of round and crystal ivory chopsticks.

At this time, no one noticed an insignificant family in the crowd. Even Wang Su, who was beside Song Yi, paid attention to the fight over there. Obviously, the four or five men brought by the noble prince of Tokyo were good. In the face of more than a dozen or twenty men who were fierce, they could even beat him. Your son is in the middle. In fact, in this case, smart people can naturally tell that the identity of this noble son must be very noble, but at this moment, a group of people are overwhelmed by anger, not to mention drinking some wine and writing some poems with high spirits. It is inevitable that they will think that there are many people, even if the King of Heaven comes at this moment. The idea of daring to beat him participated in the fight.

Song Yi gritted his teeth and almost trembled. He quickly grabbed a round chopstick made of ivory in his hand, and then hid it in his cuff.

This action was done in one go, so that when the chopsticks were close to his wrist and arm, the jade-like feeling also made Song Yi feel a little trance. Song Yi exhaled a turbid breath and was about to find a gap to get into the crowd. Suddenly, there was a large sound of footsteps on the shore. Looking at it, a group of soldiers in city guard costumes could be seen running this way quickly.

Song Yi's eyes were sharp. He saw clearly that the leader was Jiangcheng who sneaked away. He was followed by an armored officer walking slowly. It seemed that he was the leader of the city guard.

In the blink of an eye, the team of people and horses had arrived at the edge of the riverside. The armored officer shouted, "Send me, or you will be guilty!"

Everyone on the painting can ignore the weightless shouts of a weak woman in Ning Shishi, but the running movement of a team of city guards and the authority of the horse officer cannot be ignored. The two sides of the fight suddenly retreated, and many people had been injured for a long time. At this moment, they felt the pain of their hearts, and the sound of a sigh in the crowd was endless.

Seeing that the two sides stopped, the immediately armored leader felt the effectiveness of his authority, and a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. Then he roared at the tiger on the painting float, "All the mother, get down and tell me the reason!"

In fact, when the people on the painting saw the appearance of the city guard, the happiest thing was that in addition to Dou Langya and Zhao Jianzhi, all the princes who participated in the fight were also excited. Many people even knew that it was Liu Canyuan, the leading captain of Bianzhou City who was riding on the horse, and they were secretly happy. Although he lost the fight, when he saw his military figure coming out, he had to find an opportunity to rectify this foreign crossing dragon, especially the people who had been severely beaten just now. They had a vicious idea of how to buy Liu Canyuan and make friends with him, and then clean up the Tokyo prince fiercely.

Under the shout of Liu Canyuan, the captain of the city gate, everyone rushed down, especially the frightened girls and weak scholars who were hiding in the corner. At this moment, as soon as they heard that they could go down safely, they tried their best to go down quickly.

There are a lot of people who are in pain in the crowd.

Song Yi's eyes flashed with complex light. In the end, his heart was fierce, quietly looking for an opportunity to pretend to be separated by Wang Su by everyone, and squeezed his body towards the direction of Zhao Jianzhi, who had always been in his eyes.

His hand was put in his sleeve and pinched the round ivory chopsticks like a sword, so that his knuckles were a little white.

Everyone was taking care of them to escape. Who could notice this inconspicuous family? Song Yi approached Zhao Jianzhi step by step. Every time he got closer to Zhao Jianzhi, Song Yi's heart contracted a little tighter.

When it was almost a few steps away from Zhao Jianzhi, Song Yi suddenly stopped breathing, only looking at the fat-looking back in front of him.

At this moment, Song Yi became quiet in the crowd, shouting and painful, and his mind reached a state of calmness.

Finally, it was almost close to Zhao Jianzhi's back. Song Yi gritted his teeth and suddenly took action. The position was the heart position under Zhao Jianzhi's left shoulder blade.

Oh!

Ivory chopsticks poured with all his strength into Song Yi. No one heard the slight sound of meat, and the ivory chopsticks were deeply inserted into Zhao Jianzhi's back.

Zhao Jianzhi suddenly screamed in pain! However, Song Yi had already pulled out his chopsticks in an instant and rushed forward with the flow of people.

Song Yi quickly put the ivory chopsticks, which were almost stained with blood, into his sleeves. At this time, he felt a sense of relief for no reason. His heart beat violently to gradually return to normal, and he magically returned to calm down.

As soon as he entered and went out, Song Yi, who was almost silent, felt relieved. However, Zhao Jianzhi's exclamation in the crowd did not attract the attention of others, and then he gradually felt the heaviness of his eyelids, the collapse of his body, and the difficulty of breathing...

Song Yi tried his best not to think about Zhao Jianzhi's life and death. What was flowing in his heart at this moment was not the panic and fear of killing himself, but a sense of relief for Qingyan.

Zhao Jianzhi was helplessly trying to grab something in the crowd, but his outstretched hand touched the corners of others' clothes but was dodged by the people on the side. Some girls even thought that he was trying to take advantage of him and deliberately pushed him. This gentle push actually turned Zhao Jianzhi, who had already lost his power source, to the ground.

Even if he fell to the ground on his back, everyone just walked around him. No one noticed that blood gradually began to penetrate under the man whose face was red, but now gradually pale.

At this time, Song Yi had already reached the bottom of the painting boat, and then he seemed to raise his hand inadvertently. No one noticed that a streamer-like object came out of his hand and quietly disappeared into the Liang River not far away. After finishing this last thing, Song Yi easily found Wang Su, dressed as a romantic man, in the crowd, and then squeezed out a panicked and anxious look and trotted towards Wang Su.

"Miss... Miss... It scared me to death!" As Song Yi ran towards Wang Su, he patted his chest nervously and gasped sharply.