Outside the inn, Murong Jiangshen laughed:

"With this young master's spear, whoever can support ten rounds, wants to be an official, wants gold, and wants women, let you speak up!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, the provocation was extremely strong, and suddenly, people in the world cursed everywhere.

"Little bastard, last night, your old mother praised me and said it was too big. Come on, call me dad!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man died under the arrows.

"Murong Guawazi, stick out your butt. I haven't touched the girl for many days. Look at you with tender skin..."

Before the speaker could finish his words, the iron spear thrown by the god Murong Jiang passed by.

After three or five cups of tea, most of the cavalry had been killed.

Those people from the world, except those who saw that the situation was not good, sneaked away, and returned to the inn building.

All the others were killed or injured.

Murong Jiang Shen drove his horse forward, bent down and pulled out the iron spear.

One by one, kill those people in the martial arts world who have not yet died.

Then, he waved his hand and ordered the remaining twenty cavalry to go and kill the weeds and remove the roots.

He took more than ten riders and entered the courtyard again, laughing:

"Old thief Sui Song, come out and die!"

During this period, the female and heroic boss lady kept talking, but Xu Qianqiu never said anything, letting the boss lady talk to herself and talk to herself.

The land of Beimang, eight prefectures, four prefectures, and two capitals.

Xu Qianqiu's first step in this trip was to go around the eight states in order.

Those heavily guarded areas in the capital will eventually decide whether to go to the situation depending on the development of the situation.

The Empress of Beimang killed her husband and usurped the throne.

Therefore, two surnames appeared in Beimang: Yelu and Murong.

The former, Yelu, was no longer in glory, and had to live under someone else's roof, trembling under His Majesty's skirt.

The latter, Murong, once gained power, was mostly arrogant and domineering, and had a very poor reputation.

The Liyang Dynasty and the Duke and Martial Family are indeed very different from those of Beimang.

In the Northern Mang Dynasty, a mere Murong Jiang god, had such force and courage.

Beimang is martial, brave and good at fighting, and it is really engraved into his bones.

Xu Qianqiu suddenly opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

The door was quietly pushed open, and a blood-covered man came in, carrying a bronze axe in his hand.

After seeing the female and heroic proprietress at the waist of the bucket, she covered the door like her own mother and wiped her face, covered with blood.

After sitting down, he tore a piece of mutton and stuffed it into his mouth like a starving ghost. He was still scared and muttered:

"My sister Fan, her way out has been blocked by the young man from the Murong family, and all the horses in the stable have been killed.

You are good, let me avoid the limelight here.

From now on, my brother will not be able to take credit.

The little Murong little face, a good boy, had an iron spear weighing fifty or sixty pounds, but it was waving freely in his hands, no different from an embroidery needle.

This kid is so powerful!

Lu Liang, the son of the turtle, had no asshole for giving birth to a son. He lied to me that the young men of Murong Jiangshen were all useless people who didn’t dare to kill chickens.

Alas, forgot, Lu Liang is dead, and he is dead, and he is facing the sky, so I won’t scold him.”

The woman and the boss turned her head and glanced at the man, and asked unhappy:

"Where is my man? He was so drunk?"

The man scratched his head and laughed:

"I ran in a hurry and didn't pay attention to Brother Xie.

Sister Fan, be careful of your man and get along with the girls you trained.

Do I know that those little girls are obedient to Brother Xie and admire him very much."

Hearing this, the boss put his hips on his hips and said angrily:

"Bah!

That devil, even my mother’s own field is not enough. She has the ability to go to other places to open up land and plow the fields?"

The man escaped from death and squinted and said:

"Brother Xie, he is indeed quite sick, eight feet tall, but he is as thin as a monkey.

It is estimated that even a hundred kilograms may not be available.

Sister Fan, are you interested in fighting with me for a hundred rounds?"

The woman and the boss lady glanced at her and said contemptuously:

"My man has no idea about girls under 200 pounds.

I have no idea about a man with more than 100 kilograms!

This is called the combination of heaven!

What's your trouble with you!

Just like you are so bad, you took off your pants and showed me, is that little earthworm weighing two taels?

If so, I will cut it off with a knife and let that boy Qin Wuzhu cook a pot of meat for you, I am afraid that you will not be full!"

The man was shameless, but at this moment, he was defeated.

He bites the roasted lamb legs and stops talking.

The dark waiter and Qin Wushu ran to the door at this moment.

Finally, I found the real owner and said with anger:

"Boss, I'll go up and down the inn, do laundry, cook, feed horses, do odd jobs, cook, and be the embarrassing turtle man.

I work hard, but I only give you the same monthly money.

The boss said he would raise my salary this year, but it turned out to be...

You are so stingy, I can only redeem cherries as my wife in the Year of the Ox and the Horse Month of the Horse in my life.

Be careful I quit!

Without me, the duck head green will be closed!

Also, that boy in white, I almost lost my life for your four bad horses.

Looking back, I will deduct ten taels of silver from your deposit and belong to me.

Boss, if you stop me, I will be anxious!”

The boss's wife threw a handful of melon seeds at her and cursed:

"Prosperity!"

Xu Qianqiu finally spoke and nodded:

"no problem!"

The waiter asked with a bitter face:

"The boss lady, everyone outside has been killed so dark. Don't you let the boss take care of it?

If I really demolish the inn, I will eventually have to do hard work.

By the way, the white-clothed hero who looked like a master had just gone upstairs.

In my opinion, it was probably for the mother and the other two.

I think they are very pitiful.”

The female hero's boss lady was sarcastic and said with a slight voice, squinted and smiled:

"Qin Wuzhang, you can do it!

He was so chivalrous!

You feel pitiful and have the ability, so you go and give the swordsman a bench.

If I stop you, I will be your biological mother!”

The waiter had a dark face, red and purple hair, and picked up a bench from the house and rushed out immediately.

Soon, a bang came from outside.

The man who ate roasted lamb legs with a big mouthful of grilled lamb, sneaked out and took a look.
To be continued...