Chapter 46 The past is nothing but a joke

Li Qingyu, the first ditch known as the romantic and exclusive eight buckets, was restless at this time. His back was tight on the chair of Master Limu. His narrow peach blossom eyes were not as arrogant as before, and his eyebrows frowned and his lips were tight. Mr. Li, the man and woman, had a compassionate Bodhisattva spirit.

The candle in the middle hall became darker and darker, and the moonlight shone through the white veil of the window, scattering mottled silver glow on the ground. Even the sound of breathing is clearly audible, and you can even feel the blood vessels at the forehead jump slightly. Suddenly, he raised his head, like a wild wolf smelling blood - he heard the powerful blunt sound of arrows launched by a light crossbow in the courtyard piercing into the flesh and blood. Li Qingqi sneered at the corners of his mouth. He was really fearless, and he was able to slip away from the net of the world under the Cang navy eagle and dog again and again. He really thought that he was the first in the world. Can you empty everything? Joke!

Tut, these two assassins are also first-class among the 150,000 naval armors, but they are looking for death against the army. It seems that there are two more unlucky people in the world!

He suddenly got up and stretched his arms like an eagle, as if the depression and irritability these days were solved! He was slapped in the face by the second prince, bad things by the ghost department, beaten by the lord of Shangji City, and disgusted by these two bastards? Is it true that Li Qingqi is a useless dunk who can only roll on a woman's belly?

Zhang Junyi's face was mottled in the moonlight cut by the window flowers, the narrow peach blossom eyes were cold and ruthless, and the corners of his mouth sneered, soft and evil. Step by step and walk to the door to see for yourself who dares to find trouble with the Cang navy!

Before he pushed open the main door of the middle hall, the carved wooden door suddenly opened, and a tall and slim figure stood at the door. The backlight stood, and his body was dark, only his eyes were shining like ghost fire. He gritted his teeth and cursed, staggered back, and was about to shout loudly. The man had stepped forward, probed his eagle's claws, grabbed his slender neck, and then suddenly turned around and pushed him against the wall fiercely, with his feet half a foot away from the ground. Li Qingqi, who is tall and 1304 pounds, is easy to play with like a chicken and has no power.

Li Qingqi raised his neck desperately so that the strangled throat could be squeezed into a breath smoothly. His white face was gray and blue, and his eyes couldn't help turning up, revealing a blank eye. His hands tried to open the hand that held his throat, but he couldn't shake the iron-like powerful fingers.

"If you have something to say... If you have something to say... whatever you want... whatever you want!" His eyes were filled with wet fog and tears - the well-givated Mr. Li has never experienced such a thing!

The man didn't say anything and responded to him with a narrow dagger, which couldn't help but plunge into the back of his hand and penetrate the palm of his hand. Black and red blood sprayed out along the dagger's blood tank and splashed on the mask on the assassin's face. It doesn't matter. The assassin's wrist was twisted, and the dagger turned around and cut in the center of his hand. He skillfully avoided the difficult vein bones and cut down the gap between the palm bones all the way down, such as a hot knife cutting wax without hindrance to cut open the palm wrist, and the blade went straight to the forearm.

The painful frenzy hit Li Qing Qiu one after another, as if he was roasting him on the flames, and as if he was crushing him little by little with a grinding disc. His throat was choked and could not shout, but a string of grunting gasps, drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and his whole body was powerless twitching.

It's never been painful.

The dagger was still inserted on his forearm, and the assassin leaned slightly, with a pair of dark eyes looking at him, as cold and ruthless as this dagger. The masked assassin said hoarsely, "There is no difference between killing people and killing animals..."

The bloody smell and bloody words surged to Li Qingqi. His thoughts were confused, and he couldn't help muttering, "Give me for my life... spare my life..."

In the face of death threats, even Li Qingqiu, who monopolized eight battles, lost his former arrogance, Jin Gui, who was the son of the Cang navy, and the most important face he saw. If it hadn't been for the assassin against the wall, he would have knelt down and begged for mercy!

At this time, Li Qingqi, who was close to a vague consciousness, suddenly remembered a chat with his father and mentioned that when his father led troops to fight when he was young, he was trapped in an abandoned city by oriental pirates. It was easy to kill a bloody road and fled with less than a hundred armored soldiers. The regular army of the empire was so suppressed by the Japanese pirates that they couldn't even dare to walk on the road. They could only smear and flowed along the path to the inland. They were chased and beaten by the enemy all the way. They didn't even have time to collect the bones for the robe! Dad's hair spread, and the wound on his body was bleeding and purulent and blurred. The house leak happened to rain overnight. After struggling to get rid of the Japanese pirates, they met the bandits in the southeast mountains and forests. In the past, the officers and soldiers suppressed the mountain thieves and the bandits were never soft. How could the mountain thieves let go when they met their group of defeated divisions? The stubborn mountain bandits killed more than half of the hundreds of deserters, and tortured the prisoners - hanging up and peeling their armor tightly wrapped them with fishing nets. The meat on the armored men's body was wrapped in fishing net holes, and then cut off the raised meat with thin knives. The punishment is often more cruel than Ling Chi. Cut nearly a thousand knives and don't die. It's not because of cutting to a fatal place, but to die in pain. Dad hid in the mountains and forests with the rest of the armored warriors and listened to the captured warrior scream all night until there was no sound. Dad was cold-eyed and silent, listening to the hustle and screams of mountain thieves, listening to the screams of warriors, and listening to the remaining Jiashi sobbing and complaining, as if he had this indifferent iron and stone attitude even if the sky fell in the world.

I returned to the army base camp in a panic and learned that my father had lost the city and escaped from the battle. At that time, the general of the army directly slapped him in the face and knocked off his father's old teeth, and then kicked him to his lower abdomen. He spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with stomach juice. His father finally found a life and lay down in full view of the public. On the ground, curled up like a shelled shrimp, and the army warriors around him laughed loudly - there was no need to sympathize with the defeated warriors, and even surprised by this unruly people from poor mountains and evil waters. Shouldn't you apologize?

Dad waited for the pain to ease. He turned over and knelt outside the general's tent. He couldn't afford to kneel. He threw himself to the ground and roared loudly: "A thousand elite soldiers, take back the lost land." He did not sleep, did not eat, did not drink, and knelt down for three days. Maybe the general was impatient to open the curtain of the tent and saw this disgusting guy. Maybe he held a dead horse as a living horse doctor. He really dialed a thousand slave warriors, but he was just a warrior, not even a decent war horse. Dad didn't say a word, and gave the governor of several counties in the southeast to kneel down in various ways. After all, this thousand slave warriors would not fight with the enemy with their teeth and fists hungry.

This thousand slaves are almost the predecessors of the 150,000 vicisian navy today. No one expected that the unruly people who lost the city and were slapped by the general could become the commanders of the anointed land of the three counties of the empire. No one expected to bend down and kneel down. The son of a dog who kowtows is as natural as a household meal. He can stand upright and stand in front of His Majesty and say wildly: I am willing to stay at the southwest gate for the empire and not take a step back!

The hero won the championship.

When most of the successful and famous Cang navy leaned on the doorrail and mentioned the sad past to his son like a rich man, he did not hide anything and almost said anything he thought of! At this time, except for the emperor, no one else allowed him to kowtow and kneel down. Most of the white-haired people mentioned the past with loud laughter, as if they had seen through all the cows and horses for life. Most of them said that in order to ask for food, he almost blocked the grain magistrate and knelt down and begged from the door of his mansion to the gate of the government, but no one dared to give the defeated and defeated unruly people. In the end, he really couldn't be entangled and left the text like throwing copper plates to the beggar. He was allowed to go to the warehouse to withdraw grain and money, and was ridiculed by the little warehouse official of Dog Day and deducted 20% of the grain and silver. These sad past events are told to my son without reservation, and the laughter is unruly, as if he does not feel the pain that these ordinary people can't bear, and they are already detached above all sentient beings.

"When my father completely flattened the Japanese pirates in the East, your majesty rewarded him, and the generals of the second-grade Cang navy were unified, and the sea of scenery went away. At that time, he was embarrassed by his father and asked his father to kneel down and kowtow to be laughed at. They were so uneasy that they carefully visited them to make amends. They couldn't wait to pull them from their mouths. They were afraid of their compliments. Dad turned over the old accounts and pinched them. But Dad also happily mentioned those shit and shits that disgusted them. Seeing that they changed from sitting to standing, and then knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy. Ha ha, 30 years in Hedong and Hexi, that's the reason! Son, it's nothing to kowtow and kneel to others and beg for mercy when you are young, but you can't forget this account. Not to mention success and fame, you will double it, at least you have to pay it back. Those scholars said that the prime minister could take a boat, and he had to spare people and fart from his mother! If you were bitten by a dog, won't you take it back with a brick? There is no such reason!"

Li Qingqi cried when he listened to his father's cheerful smile and talking about these worrying past events. Most of them have been in war all their lives. What they hate most is nothing more than the tears of women's benevolent men, but their son's tears for him have no disgust. He stretched out his rough palm to wipe away the tears for his son. There were crow's feet on the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "Son, Dad is telling you a joke. Why don't you laugh but cry instead? Isn't this joke funny? Ha ha, I'm afraid that these things can be laughed off. The pillar of the empire and the Cang navy were most of them. In those years, they were slapped in the face and kicked, and even kowtowed down for food and silver. It's really funny... Hahahaha..."

All of them laughed happily, but in Li Qingqi's ears, his heart was like a knife. The first big dunk, who was notorious for being arrogant and unruly, burst into tears, and his father, who had experienced these pains, just smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe his tears.

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Li Qingqiu desperately resisted the severe pain of the cut palm and the burning pain of his little arm. He struggled like a dying wild dog and said, "A strong man... beg for mercy... spare me a little life... I can kneel down and beg for mercy for you... If you don't kill... The Li family of the Cang navy... will never be investigated!"

The thin masked assassin hesitated - is this really the big ditch Li Qing Qiu, who can kill people and feed dogs? How can you kneel down and beg for mercy? The son of the powerful Cang navy is only a little lower than the royal dragon seed, and he doesn't even have this backbone? The cold assassin was a little disgusted. He suddenly pulled out the dagger still cut into the meat and aimed it at the throat of the young handsome brother, intending to take his life with the last blow.

It has always been his creed to make a decisive decision. There is no need to show mercy because this young man's father is the Cang navy. On the contrary, he should cut down the grass without leaving a trace, otherwise he will face the endless pursuit of the famous generals in the world, and even the prince will be involved.

Under the edge of the dagger, Li Qingyu's pupils tightened. Can't believe that he was really going to die here? He is still young and doesn't want to die at all!

The blade is a line away from the throat, and the sharpness suddenly stops.

The assassin's hand holding the dagger was clamped by a sudden figure and could not move.

The masked assassin, who had always been conceited with force, could not break free. Looking back, he came with a black command without wind, like a desolate flag.

A big red python robe was exposed under his command, which was shockingly red in the moonlight.