Xiaoqin continued to pack his coins without looking back.

The four people at the next table immediately started laughing.

"Yu Laoer, it seems that the name of your Yi'an Hall is not very useful!"

"I'm afraid this short-sighted boy has never heard of Ngee Ann Tong. Why don't you give him some color?"

The man named Yu Laoer lost his dignity. He suddenly slapped his hand on the table and shouted:

"Are you deaf? Can I speak to you?"

"Now kneel down and kowtow to me three times, and I will give you three pieces of silver!"

Xiaoqin collected the last coin and still didn't look back at the man.

He tied the mouth of the gray cloth bag tightly and carefully put it into his arms.

He turned around silently with the coffin on his back and was about to leave when Li Chenan suddenly said something.

I said it to the boss’s wife:

"I'll give him the two taels of silver."

Xiao Baozi immediately took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, searched for them, found one worth ten taels and photographed it in front of the landlady.

"Don't look for the rest. Give him the best wine and the best food."

Yu Laoer turned his head and looked at Li Chenan fiercely, "Young master is nosy, are you tired of living?"

Li Chenan didn't look at him either, he still looked at Xiaoqin.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoqin stopped, turned around, raised her head, and looked at Li Chenan.

There is some joy in the eyes, but more of it is gratitude:

"I'm not a beggar."

Li Chenan nodded:

"I know."

Xiaoqin: "Then I owe you ten taels of silver...I will pay you back."

After a pause, as if to guarantee this sentence, he added: "Tomorrow, tomorrow night... no need for tomorrow night, I can pay it back roughly after noon."

This sentence is somewhat interesting.

Tomorrow is Mr. Zhou Dashan's sixtieth birthday. At noon, a birthday party will be held.

"good."

The waiter turned his head and looked at the fat landlady. The fat landlady still seemed to be struggling in her heart.

Just once.

Her eyes kept falling on the ten-tael silver note.

Then she raised her head, looked at the waiter, and nodded.

The waiter took Xiaoqin to the woodshed in the backyard.

He just took two steps!

The man who just humiliated him was even more angry now because no one paid attention to him, which made him feel that he was worse than a dog!

He pulled out the knife with a clang.

He kicked the stool to the side with a clang, and took a fierce step forward...

"I'm talking to you, you don't know what to say..."

His knife struck at the approaching Xiaoqin.

The distance between the two of them is only ten feet.

The knife he used was two feet seven inches long.

His name is Yu Laoer, and he is an incense owner at Ngee Ann Hall.

People in the world of martial arts call him the second son of a quick knife.

Everyone thought that the boy carrying the coffin would definitely die under the knife of the second brother!

Because the young man would be very clumsy when carrying a coffin, and because Yu Laoer struck first, the young man had not yet drawn his sword when the sword was struck.

It was too late for him to draw the sword.

But.

In everyone's sight, when the knife struck by the second brother was only a few feet away from the young man's face.

Xiaoqin took out a knife.

Yu Laoer was clearly the first to attack.

His knife had already struck Xiaoqin before the evil word was uttered.

At this moment, the word "bad" still remains unspoken.

He never uttered the last word until his death.

Xiaoqin's hands fell on her waist.

Draw the sword.

Draw the knife.

kill.

Sheath the knife.

This series of actions is no longer as simple as one go, but very few of the dozens of people present can see it clearly.

What most people saw was a flash of silver light.

Then a line of blood flew up.

Then, the knife in Yu Lao's hand suddenly fell down, along with his arm!

His hand still held the knife.

Before his hand and knife hit the ground, his man had stopped and then slowly fell backwards.

He lay on the ground.

Those eyes were still open.

It was as if I could still see the brilliance of that knife in his eyes.

He is dead.

Didn't Xiaoqin strike out with a knife at that moment?

But two swords!

The first knife cut off his arm!

The second knife split open his chest and abdomen!

Kuai Dao Yu Laoer struck out first, but didn't even touch the boy's hair, but the boy actually struck out twice!

How fast are these two knives?

Everyone took a breath and swallowed hard. No one looked at Yu Laoer who was dead on the ground. All their eyes fell on the young man.

There was silence again.

Xiaoqin never looked at Yu Lao Er from beginning to end.

At this moment he still didn't look.

He didn't even look at the martial arts masters who were watching.

I don't know if he doesn't want to see it, or if he just doesn't care.

His sword was sheathed with blood.

His expression did not change at all because of the murder.

He was still carrying the dark coffin, and said to the frightened waiter who had stopped in front of him: "Take me to the woodshed."

"...Ah, good!"

The two of them walked through the lobby under everyone's shocked gaze and arrived at the moon door leading to the backyard.

The Moon Gate was not high, so Xiaoqin carefully bent down, as if she was afraid that the coffin would collide with the wall.

The fat landlady watched Xiaoqin and the coffin on his back disappear behind the Moon Gate.

Her fat face suddenly smiled.

She seemed to be used to the fighting between people in this world.

She withdrew her gaze, glanced at the body on the ground, and suddenly sighed:
To be continued...