Chapter 457 It's a man who raises his head and speaks loudly!
Without waiting for the personal soldiers of Ebuga to make a statement, the war horse under Liang Pengfei seemed to feel the surging anger of his master. At that moment, he stood up and stepped on the front hoof, and hisssed in his mouth. Then, with a hard time, he rushed to the Guangxiao Temple with his back legs.
"Oh, what the hell do you want to do?" When the head of the soldiers saw that these guys ignored his family, he couldn't help shouting and scolding angrily. Before he finished speaking, Liang Pengfei, who was running wildly, rushed through the temple gate like a shadow, while the head of the scolding soldier flew out diagonally. When he landed, the soldiers were stunned to find that this one had fainted. In the past, there was a bloody ferocious scar on the face of the head of the soldiers. Even the official hat was cracked, and even the robe on the chest made the whip rot.
Everyone couldn't help shivering together and looked at the magnificent figure who rushed into the Guangxiao Temple in horror. Before they woke up, a group of fierce people rushed up and directly knocked them all to the ground. Those guys tied them all into a group. The pig and sheep to be slaughtered opened their mouths, and before they could curse or beg for mercy, they were viciously stuffed into a large mass of rough and smelly cloth rolls.
"Look at these idiots." A strong man, who was as tall as the ferocious King Kong worshipped in the temple, glanced at these guys lightly, and strode dozens of murderous green coats into the Guangxiao Temple...
"...Well, since you are willing to leave, I will let you go. Of course, after this year, I will come to visit Mr. Yuan in person. At that time, I believe he will be very happy to be the matchmaker for you and me." Ebuga seemed to be helpless, but he was reluctant to let such a delicate beauty die so fragrant, so after there was nothing he could do, he had to wave his hand and signal the soldiers who blocked the door to retreat to one side.
"Thank you for understanding the difficulties of the little woman. In this way, the little girl will leave now." The girl was not relieved until the engraving, but the sharp knife did not dare to leave her neck, pulled the maid who was so scared that she could not walk, and carefully walked towards the door of the sleeping Buddha Pavilion.
However, what the young lady didn't expect was that just behind her, who couldn't see, a figure of a ghost was slowly and quietly approaching behind her.
Perhaps it was because after a long period of mental tension, she relaxed a little, which made her feel sore and soft all over. However, she still had a strong spirit. While constantly comforting the close-fitting maid, she moved towards the door, but when she was about to cross the threshold, the hand holding the short knife was slightly lifted away from her neck and felt that she His hand was suddenly pulled by a pair of big hands.
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"...Hahaha, little lady, I said to let you be obedient. When I'm the eleventh aunt of my official, why are you so ignorant that you have to force me to do it? Isn't this a toast, not a toast?" The forehead came forward slowly with a smile.
At this time, the maid had been paralyzed in front of her for a long time. I don't know if she was scared to faint, and the enchanting little beauty's hands had already let the soldiers he arranged to beat off the knife, and her hands were also fixed behind her. Although her face was pale, it was double The water's eyes are full of stubbornness and anger.
At this moment, the sauce-red cloak on her body had been pulled off when she was struggling and fell on the unconscious maid. The yellow dress on her body was completely revealed, setting off her graceful, just like the lady in the painting.
"Tshy... Why, at this time, you are still so hard. Don't worry, I will make you so soft that you can't be softer tonight. Hahaha...ah." Ebuga had just stepped in front of the little beauty and gently stretched out his hand and raised the beautiful woman's smooth chin. She didn't want to. The little girl suddenly opened her mouth and bit him on his finger with hatred. This bite was afraid that even the strength of the skirt was used out, and the pain made Erjiabu suddenly howl. Get up.
As the saying goes, ten roots are connected to the heart, and the forehead can't be thought of it. Such a seemingly weak and delicate beauty was so strong that her surname was so strong that she even opened her mouth and bit her. It was so painful that he suddenly burst into tears and couldn't pull it back. In great anger, he raised his big foot and kicked it.
Although she is as fat as a pregnant pig now, her action is extremely agile. The young lady has been strangled her hands and can't move. She hit the soldier behind her directly. The two were directly kicked out of the distance by him, and the young lady fainted directly. Go.
"Damn it, damn it, that little bitch, I'm going to kill her!" Looking at his blood, the wound could already see the forehead of the raw finger bones. At this moment, he was painful and angry, and he roared loudly like a madman.
"Who do you want to kill?" A cold shout suddenly rushed in from outside the door, making everyone couldn't help shivering in their hearts. Qi brushed his eyes all turned to the direction of the sound.
But he looked at a young man in a green silk robe. He actually rode straight across the door and stepped into the open space in front of the Buddha Pavilion of Guangxiao Temple.
"Who the fuck are you?" When Ebuga, who was letting the soldier bandage his index finger, heard this, he couldn't help pushing away the soldier and stride to the door. After he saw the appearance of the person coming, he couldn't help but be stunned. The anger on his face was as stiff as if he had just brushed a layer of plaster powder, and even the pain of the finger wrapped in the silk wave was still soaked in blood. It was also left behind. Liang Pengfei..."
"Lord Zuo Dutong, I don't know who you want to kill? Tell me, maybe I can help you. Liang Pengfei still stood proudly on the horse, playing with the whip in his hand, and smiled meaningfully, but the tone reminded people of the man-eating shark swimming in the calm sea.
"It turned out to be Mr. Liang, Lord Liang. Ha ha, there was a loss of welcome, and there was a loss of distance. I don't know that Mr. Liang's Spring Festival is not staying in the house. Why did you come to the station of our Eight Banners?" Seeing Liang Pengfei's smiling face, Ebujia felt that the winter in the south seemed to have become a little cold.
"I have long heard that this Guangxiao Temple is one of the eight scenes in Yangcheng, Guangzhou. Mr. Liang is bored, so he came here on a whim. What's wrong? Is it that Liang is not welcome? It doesn't matter if you are not welcome. Liang Pengfei also has the intention to disturb your house. However, I don't know who Lord Zuo Dutong wants to kill just now, which really makes Liang curious about who can make you so angry.
Liang Pengfei spoke slowly and slowly, and a large number of Liang Pengfei's soldiers had rushed into the yard.
"Mr. Liang, it's none of your business here. When you think about the end of this Guangxiao Temple, I'm too lazy to care about you, but you'd better not care about my official." I saw Liang Pengfei's soldiers appear in the yard murderous. E Buga's heart couldn't help lifting up. However, there were also a lot of E Buga's own soldiers. Besides, this is the territory of the Eight Banners of Guangzhou. I'm sorry that no matter how bold the butcher Liang was, he didn't dare to do it on himself. He couldn't help sneer and threatening.
"Bring people here." Liang Pengfei took the words on his forehead as a whisper, and turned around and shouted at the white scholar. The white scholar tilted his head. The old servant who had just made Liang Pengfei's swollen face was dragged to Liang Pengfei's horse by two plagiaris.
"Let's see if it's them." Liang Pengfei took the whip of the whip and nodded the old servant's forehead and asked in a gloomy voice.
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The old servant turned his face tremblingly and looked forward. He just saw the fat face of Ebuga. The viciousness and viciousness in his thin slit eyes couldn't help shivering and subconsciously shrank his head between his shoulders.
Seeing the frightened look of the old servant, Ebujia's face was even more pale: "I said Mr. Liang, what do you mean? Where did you get an old dog from? Do you want this old guy to spit blood? Don't forget that Er is the left capital in the Eight Banners of Guangzhou, the second-grade member of the court, and the red belt of the clan. What's wrong, don't you think about the trouble of finding this official?!"
"Is it them? I don't want to ask you a third time. It's a man who raises his head and speaks loudly!" Liang Pengfei glanced at the shouting forehead lightly, and his eyes were contemptuous as if he were looking at a caterpillar crawling in front of his boots.
"It's them, Lord Liang. Please save my young lady quickly." Perhaps stimulated by Liang Pengfei's words, the old servant raised his head as if he had gone all his way, pointed his fingers at the forehead Buga and others, and said loudly.
At this time, Liang Pengfei finally jumped off the horse's back, and the whip in his hand was thrown to Bai Shusheng. Shi Shiran took a few steps away from the lying Buddha Pavilion, and faintly glanced at the Eight Banners soldiers who were already on guard, and the beads of the ghosts kept turning, as if their hands were wrapped in immersion. The forehead of the blood handkerchief. And the little figure lying in the gate, which seemed to be in a coma and covered by the red cloak, Liang Pengfei was secretly relieved. Fortunately, he came in time. Otherwise, how could he talk so much to this fat pig now?
"Well, if you let people go now. I can't investigate what happened today." Standing under the steps with his head held high and hands behind his back, but it gave people the illusion that he wanted to look up to see his face clearly. The tone was like a billionaire giving a beggar.
(to be continued)