Chapter 14

Although he knew that Shen Qiao couldn't see, Chen Gong subconsciously avoided his sight.

Seeing this, Mutipo chuckled: "Chen Gong told me that there is a beautiful woman here, she is a hundred times more beautiful than everyone I brought, I didn't believe it, I felt that this kid has never seen the world and is full of lies. So come and have a look, but now that I see it, I know that he is not exaggerating."

Shen Qiao was silent and expressionless.

Mutipo didn't take it seriously: "I am Mutipo, the king of Chengyang County, and I am deeply loved by His Majesty today. If you are willing to go back with me, from now on, you will naturally be rich and splendid, and you don't have to live in such a rough place. The place."

Shen Qiao then sighed: "Chen Gong, is it you who revealed my whereabouts to him?"

Chen Gong's heart sighed: "I can't help it either! If I don't call them over, I will go and be a cow and a horse for Mu... County King!"

Shen Qiao shook his head: "Don't you think you can escape by yourself if you lead them here? Ask this Prince of Chengyang County, is he willing to let you go?"

Mutiba laughed: "Yes, although this kid is not as good as your finger, but at least he has all limbs, a flexible mind, and a face that can be seen. It would be good for such a person to be a servant!"

Chen Gong was taken aback: "You clearly said just now that you would let me go!"

Mutiva didn't take him seriously at all, waved his hand, and stepped forward to take him down.

He himself walked towards Shen Qiao.

Not knowing whether he felt his approach, Shen Qiao finally stood up with the edge of the table, as if to greet him with a salute.

The corner of Mutiva's mouth twitched, everything was expected.

People in the world are all afraid and envious of power. Those who fear are trembling with fear, and those who are envious are moths to the flames. Even if the other party seems unwilling now, they will soon adapt to and even like the glory and wealth, the soft jade and the fragrance, and then they want to get out. , he couldn't help himself.

Mutiva: "What's your name?"

Shen Qiao: "My name is Shen Qiao."

Mutipo: "Big Joe and Xiaoqiao's Joe? It's worthy of the name."

Shen Qiao: "Shan Qiao Qiao."

Mutipo raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Huairou Baishen, and He Qiaoyue? This Qiaozi is a bit harsh, and it is not a name for a beauty."

Shen Qiao did not smile: "I think this name is very good."

"Okay, as long as you like it, do you have a script, or I'll just call you Xiao Qiao? A Qiao?" Mutiba smiled, her tone unconsciously adoring and accommodating.

Shen Qiao bent down to pick up the bamboo stick, a section of his neck was exposed under the collar.

Mutiba felt itchy, and couldn't help reaching out to help, thinking of pulling the person into her arms, just in time to kiss Fangze.

Shen Qiao's body temperature was low and she lost weight due to illness. When her wrist was held, Mutiba could still feel the bones covered under the thin skin.

On weekdays, with Mutiva's vision of reading all the beauties, he would definitely dislike the other party's bad feeling, but at this moment, he was rather distracted, and the more he couldn't wait.

"A Qiao..." He only said two words.

Only had time to say these two words.

Mutiwa felt a pain in her heart.

He looked down and saw that the bamboo stick appeared in his chest at some point, just poking at his heart.

Mutiva didn't respond slowly. After the pain, she leaned back with one hand, grabbed the bamboo stick with one hand, and shot it towards Shen Qiao with the other.

He is not a broad-minded person, and he hates that this seemingly weak and harmless beauty has the courage to plot against him, so he will show no mercy.

Mutipo also has martial arts skills, although it is second- or third-rate, but if this palm really hits Shen Qiao, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

Unexpectedly, however, the bamboo stick, which had been steadfast, slipped lightly, breaking away from Mutiva's control.

Not only that, but the other hand that Mutiva patted at the other party was also in vain.

What he thought was a sick and weak beauty, with a superb footwork dodged his attack, and even knocked him on the waist with a bamboo stick in turn.

The opponent's internal strength was empty, and this time he couldn't do much damage to Mutiba, but it happened to hit the weakest point of his ribs. Mutiva was caught off guard and couldn't use his true energy to resist. They were about to come out, and couldn't help but snorted and stepped back.

Only then did his entourage react. Some stepped forward to help Mutiva, while others rushed forward, preparing to take Shen Qiao down.

Mutiwa never thought that she would suffer here, her face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water, she stared at Shen Qiao fiercely, her eyes did not hide her stern look, she had already thought of a hundred ways to torture the other party: "Give him to him. I'll catch it alive!"

The entourage he brought was also not lacking in good skills, and because of the large number of people, he did not take this blind, sick and weak man in his eyes. Who knows, but they all suffered defeat.

With a bamboo stick, he forced everyone to be too close.

But this is more than that. It seems that he knows that there are many people on Mutiba's side. Shen Qiao has no plans to spend any more time with them. There was a man who wanted to sneak around to the rear and capture him, but he was directly pulled down by a stick, and the man staggered back again and again. Shen Qiao showed no mercy, and pushed him down the window along the way.

The screams of falling from the second floor came, and everyone was a little frightened and forgot to move for a while.

"Who else is coming?"

He "looked" at the crowd with no expression on his face.

His face was still pale, but there was a hint of grimness.

Chen Gong was stunned.

The last time he saw Shen Qiao beat off a few little beggars, it was still when the temple was broken. At that time, he knew that Shen Qiao had not lost his memory and fell ill. He was probably a master of martial arts, but then at Izumo Temple, he met Yan Wushi and Xueting. After the Zen master and others took action, their vision seemed to have improved by a level, and they no longer felt how powerful Shen Qiao was.

Up to this moment, he seemed to have glimpsed many secrets hidden in the other party, and he seemed to be kept in the dark and knew nothing.

Mutiba felt ashamed, annoyed and hated Shen Qiao, she wanted to kill him again, and then she felt that just killing him wouldn't solve her hatred. His subordinates played until they died, and this was the solution to the hatred in his heart.

He looked left and right and saw that everyone was hesitant and did not dare to step forward, so he couldn't help but scolded: "With so many of you going up, you can't beat a blind man, and you can crush him to death!"

Everyone still did not dare to move, mainly because they were afraid of being beaten, and they were more or less injured.

Shen Qiao's face was pale, and he just stood there without saying a word, as if waiting for them to leave or continue to provocate.

Mutiba sneered: "You didn't use your inner strength just now, you won't last long with your subtle tricks alone, this inn has already been surrounded by me, if you're interested, just kneel down and beg for mercy, and I may still be able to give it to you. You are on your way, otherwise..."

Shen Qiao: "What if not?"

Mutiva's face was ruthless: "If not..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Shen Qiao slap his palm to the side.

People who thought that Shen Qiao had no internal strength were shocked. As soon as the palm wind went away, the front of the cabinet fell down.

Unexpectedly, everyone had to dodge and dodge, and Mutiba was no exception. Because the cabinet was not far behind him, he couldn't step back and could only dodge to the side. As a result, Shen Qiao took advantage of his dodging and patted him behind him. .

Mutiba turned around to fight back, but unexpectedly fell into Shen Qiao's trap, the latter rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his wrist directly, pulled him back to the window, and grabbed his neck with the other hand.

When everyone saw it, they didn't dare to act rashly.

Mutiwa did not expect that his wrist was so thin that he could see bones, but he had such a strong force that he could not breathe at all, and the other hand firmly clamped his life gate, so that he did not dare to use his true qi.

"If you do this, you will only, ahem, find your own way!" Mutiva never imagined that after playing with eagles all her life, she was pecked in the eye by the eagles, and she was so angry that she didn't dare to act rashly.

But who would have thought that Shen Qiao's appearance could turn everyone around?

"I don't know if you are killing yourself, but I know that if you don't let me go today, I'm afraid that you will die here first." Shen Qiao's voice was gentle and the volume was not high, and occasionally he coughed in a low voice, without a voice. Half fire. "It's a good deal if you can get a noble person's life and exchange a trivial life for me."

How did he misunderstand before, thinking that he was harmless and weak!

Mutipa couldn't, so she had to let those covetous followers back down: "Go outside and say something, and let them all leave!"

Shen Qiao sighed: "Wouldn't it be good for the prince to be so refreshing earlier? Let's go, please take me outside the city and give me a carriage."

Mutiba sneered: "You are a blind man, what's the use of having a carriage, do you want me to send you another driver?"

Shen Qiao pondered: "King Mu is also right, so please accompany me for a while, presumably the driver will not dare to obey."

Mutiva was furious.

If he went all the way out of the city, Mutiwa was forced to get into the carriage. With him in his hand, the driver did not dare not obey orders.

The carriage went west for two days and one night, until it was close to the northern border, and it was confirmed that Mutipo's entourage could not catch up for the time being, so Shen Qiao let the coachman drive the carriage back first, and then kidnapped Mutipo into Yanshou on the border. In a certain inn in the county, he first knocked him unconscious, and then abolished his descendants, so that he would not go to harm others in the future and leave them in a certain wing before leaving alone.

Shen Qiao walked out of the inn and walked quickly towards the city gate, but just after a few steps, he had to stop, find a lonely alley corner, lean against the wall, and couldn't hold it any longer. At the end of the battle, he bent down and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

A chuckle came from the side.

Shen Qiao didn't have to look up to know who it was, he stretched out his sleeves to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and simply sat down against the wall.

A man in a green robe appeared at an unknown time, with a handsome face, a tyrannical aura, and slightly fine lines at the corners of his long, narrow eyes, but these fine lines added an inexplicable charm to him.

Yan Wushi stood with his hands behind his back, seeing that his face was blue and white, and he looked like he was running out of oil, and he said, "You clearly parted ways with Chen Gong just now to not implicate Chen Gong, but you turned your head and was killed. Betrayal, the surnamed Chen himself does not want to be the ban of Mutipo, so he threw you out, how does it feel to be a good person?"

Shen Qiao's chest was terribly disgusting, she covered her mouth and wished she could spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood to be happy.

"You're wrong. That night at Izumo Temple, I was the one who read the scraps. Chen Gong and I were the only ones who knew how to read. Even if Chen Gong had a good memory and memorized some words, he didn't know it. The reason for this is that if those people from the Liuhe Gang wanted to look for me afterwards, they would definitely come to me, so I separated from him so that he would not be implicated by me, and if he suffered because of me, I would have an uneasy conscience.”

After speaking for a long time, he was a little out of strength and had to pause to take a breath before continuing:

"I didn't have the ability to predict, I didn't know that he would meet Mutiwa, and I didn't know that he would bring disaster to me in order to get away. But at that time, I couldn't do anything to me because of what he might do in the future. Unfavorable things, just feel at ease and grab him as a backer."