"Who can't plot against me? If you have the ability, we can really fight with real swords and guns!"

The young man who was originally domineering and looking down on the world, got up from the ground in a mess, and there was a clear shoe print on his face.

The cold light flashed in his eyes and he shouted angrily.

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, just after the young man finished yelling, his mouth was not closed, and another broken shoe flew over, just blocking the young man's mouth.

"vomit!"

The young man was first kept on the spot, then quickly took off his shoes and threw them to the ground.

Unfortunately, the strange smell on the shoes made the young man unable to bear it anymore and he bent over and started to retching to the ground.

The young man who was originally as handsome as jade, with a domineering and looking down on the world was now like a ridiculous rice shrimp.

Such a funny scene slightly diluted the solemnity and bloody smell here.

"Tait!"

At the same time, the guards of the eldest princess of Chu, Mi Fu, rushed over with full arms, looking at the young man with alert eyes.

"Where, which bastard throws me with his shoes, I, Wang Fugui, and you will never stop!"

When Zhao Jia heard the young man’s name, he almost subconsciously asked: “Which Wang Fugui is you?”

When Wang Fugui heard this, he turned to look at Zhao Jia, flirted with his long black hair, and asked, "In addition to my peerless swordsman Wang Fugui, is there another Wang Fugui?"

Zhao Jia looked at the shoe prints on the other person's face and smiled and said, "I know there is a village where there is a chef named Wang Fugui, a village chief named Wang Fugui, and a blacksmith named Wang Fugui."

"Anyway, everyone in that village is called Wang Fugui."

Zhao Jia's words made everyone stunned, and Wang Fugui's face with shoe prints turned red.

He shouted: "Which village is it? How dare you rename me!"

At this time, Wang Fugui's hatred seemed to be shifted, as if he had forgotten that someone had thrown his shoes away just now.

Zhao Jia said seriously: "That village."

Everyone's eyes showed confusion, and Wang Fugui continued to ask: "Which village is it?"

Zhao Jia replied: "That village."

Wang Fugui shouted a little crazy: "Which village is that village!"

Zhao Jia also replied a little crazy: "That village is that village!"

The conversation between the two made everyone confused. Even Mi Fu, who was sad because of Lan'er's death, seemed to be feeling a little better.

She opened her angry and sad eyes and looked at Zhao Jia curiously.

She also wanted to know which village it was.

Zhao Jia Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Mi Fu's current state and finally breathed a little relieved.

The reason why he mentioned this joke in later generations was not only to tease Wang Fugui, but also to relieve Mi Fu's emotions.

Even Zhao Jia did not expect that this would happen when he came to Reflection Lake today.

After all, Zhao Jia is also responsible for Lan'er's death.

"Tell me quickly which village is that village!"

Wang Fugui was a little crazy at this time, picked up the shoes he had thrown to the ground, and was ready to go to Zhao Jia.

The border town hurriedly flashed and blocked Zhao Jia.

"No, why did I ask that fool about these things? Which bastard threw me with his shoes!"

Wang Fugui picked up the torn shoes on the ground, remembered the embarrassing things he had just made, and immediately started yelling again.

The guards who ran over to protect Mi Fu all stared at Wang Fugui with murderous intent when they saw this.

"Bang!"

Unfortunately, when Wang Fugui was angry, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and the dust on the soles of his shoes left a shoe print on Wang Fugui's head.

"Bang!"

The shoes were ruthlessly plucked on Wang Fugui's head again. No matter how Wang Fugui can dodge, he could not escape the tracking of the broken shoes.

He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and was furious and wanted to draw the sword, killing the person who humiliated him.

Unfortunately, when Wang Fugui turned around and saw the white-haired old man, an ugly smile suddenly squeezed out on his face.

"Who is the Turtle Grandson!"

The old man waved his broken shoes and ruthlessly thrust Wang Fugui's head.

Wang Fugui didn't dare to avoid it at all, so he could only be plucked by his broken shoes, and then said with a bitter face: "I am Turtle Sun!"

"Bang!"

"Who is the bastard!"

The old man continued to wave his broken shoes to beat Wang Fugui and questioned again.

"I'm a bastard!"

Although Wang Fugui felt embarrassed and frustrated, he did not dare to disobey the old man anyway. He could only admit his mistake with a bitter face and try to calm the anger in the old man's heart.

"I know I am Tui Sun, I know I am a bastard, and I dare to steal my sword and show off!"

Unexpectedly, the old man was even more angry when he heard this, and continued to wave his broken shoes in his hand, whipping without leaving any face for the young man.

"Aren't you traversing the nine states for more than 30 years, killing all enemies and treacherous people, and defeating all heroes?"

"Aren't you lonely and embarrassed, just wanting to lose in this life?"

"You grandson, you draw your sword. Let's see if you can kill me!"

The broken shoes are thrust, the heart is thrust.

It was just beginning, and Wang Fugui didn't dodge, but when he saw the old man getting more and more easy to draw, he seemed to be ready to pull it endlessly, Wang Fugui was finally scared.

"Master, Fugui knows that he is wrong!"

Wang Fugui begged for mercy, but the old man was still holding the broken shoes in his hand and greeted Wang Fugui hard on his face.

Wang Fugui's face was swollen. He saw that begging for mercy was useless, so he could only hide everywhere.

However, although the old man is not young, he has a childish face and agile body. He can always chase Wang Fugui and use his torn shoes to beat him.

"stop!"

Seeing that the two of them were escaping and chasing, they were about to break away from the surrounds of the guards, Mi Fu stared at her eyes and shouted loudly.

Someone assassinated Mi Fu and Zhao Jia today is of great importance. Lan'er's death made Mi Fu feel angry.

This young man and the old man are strange, and Mi Fu doesn't want to let go of the suspicious person.

Anyone related to this assassination, Mi Fu must take it as soon as possible.

"ha!"

Many fully armed guards waved their weapons when they heard this, surrounding the old man and the young man.

Seeing this, Zhao Jia frowned slightly.

He could vaguely feel that the old man and the young man were very extraordinary, but when they looked at the two of them, they were a little crazy and didn't look like some master.

But Zhao Jia is sure that these two people have nothing to do with the assassin.

At this moment, Zhao Jia felt someone pulling his sleeves. When he turned around, he saw the border town with a solemn expression.

Biancheng leaned into Zhao Jia's ear and said softly: "If it is not necessary, don't let the princess provoke these two people."

When Zhao Jia heard this, he was shocked.

Zhao Jia knew the skills of the border town very well, otherwise he would not have seen more than a dozen assassins approaching and remained calm in the face of changes.

But now, Zhao Jia actually saw such a solemn expression on the border town’s face, how could it not surprise people?
Chapter completed!