The wine and food were served, and the two of them drank until midnight in the wine shop.

The shopkeeper couldn't hold on until the end, so he brought four pots of wine on the table and let them warm themselves, so he fell asleep on the counter.

Just as the two were drunk, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves outside, and they were anxious and stopped outside the city gate.

Zhuang Rou looked up at Yang Qing, with paper covering the window, and it was cold and there was no window open, so she couldn't see the scene outside.

She stood up, opened the door of the restaurant, stood at the door facing the cold wind, and looked outside. A group of people were looking up at the top of the city.

Seeing the door of the winery open, they all turned around and stared at Zhuang Rou with red eyes.

Yang Rong sat on the horse, looking at the woman in ragged clothes, covered with blood on most of her body, but still in the mood to drink leisurely here.

He said, "Monkey King Zhuang, you are not smart."

"Commander Yang, if I am not smart, can I become the fourth-rank prince-consort and Duwei?" Zhuang Rou leaned against the door frame and looked at him with a smile.

Yang Rong said gloomyly: "You know what I want."

Zhuang Rou smiled and said, "You are not my man, how can you ask me if you want something? Besides, I am not the bug in your stomach. I really don't know what you want in your heart. Money, official position, or life?"

"Suppressing bandits is the business of our garrison. You civil servants manage the local area well and focus on how to resettle refugees. Don't interfere in our garrison's affairs, so as not to cause trouble and no place to die." Yang Rong warned.

"Leave the body to our ward, and we will investigate other matters."

He already knew that all the people sent to steal the corpse were killed, which made him very angry and he personally brought the people out to take the corpse back.

And Zhuang Rou's head must be placed on his brother's mourning hall when he is seven years old.

Zhuang Rou looked at him sympathetically. It was so pitiful. She was a commander who dared not rob her brother's body if she wanted to get back. She failed to rob the body in the middle of the night. Now she came in person and could only threaten her words.

Looking at the eyes of these people, they looked like they wanted to tear themselves up, and even the horses under their butts felt murderous intent and seemed impatient and uneasy.

She smiled and said, "Commander Yang, this bandit is subdued by us. As soon as you come, the lion wants to take the person away. Wouldn't you feel embarrassed to steal the credit like this?"

"Bitch! I'll kill you now!" A strong man yelled. He had a relative killed tonight. This made him angry. He was just a woman, why couldn't he kill her!

Zhuang Rou raised her eyebrows, walked out, spread her hands and said provocatively: "I will give you a chance, I will stand here, you can hit me first. If you can hurt me, you can take away the corpse and head on the top of the city."

"Of course, we have to go back and forth. If we can't hurt me in one move, we have to leave that person's life. Do you dare?" She squinted her eyes and looked at the strong man's eyes.

When the two looked at each other, the murderous intent and provocation dispersed invisibly. If they dared not agree, they would be cowards!

At this time, Yang Qing walked out of the wine shop and stood at the door and looked at them speechlessly.

Yang Rong didn't know who he was. Yang Qing never showed his face in front of others all year round, and he was hiding in the dark, but those who could be with Zhuang Rou must be Chu Xia's people.

Before Yang Rong could speak, Yang Qing shrank his shoulder and turned back, "It's so cold, where is my brazier?"

"..." Yang Rong was stunned for a moment, and a feeling of discomfort arose inexplicably in hatred.

Zhuang Rou pointed to the strong man who had just scolded her and shouted: "Do you dare to come down to compete?"

The other party was in his thirties, but he had a beard. He usually felt very masculine, but at this time he was called an old man. He was angry at first, but now he was even more angry.

"Sir, let me go and give it a try!" He said with his fist to Yang Rong.

Yang Rong knew that he had some skills, so she nodded, "Bao Yong, took her head."

The strong man named Bao Yong turned over and dismounted, carried a larger sabre than usual, and walked towards Zhuang Rou with a big stroll.

"Old man, you are really like a bandit like this, and your blade is very big." Zhuang Rou glanced at his knife and said with a smacking her lips.

Bao Yong raised his knife and shouted at her angrily: "Pick up the weapon, I want to convince you to die, so as not to say that I bully women!"

Zhuang Rou shrugged and smiled disapprovingly: "I promised not to fight back, and I will let you do one move. It's useless to have a big sword. Just let the horse come over. If you can kill me, you will be awesome."

"After one move, even if you beg for mercy, I will take your life." She smiled gently and did not take him seriously.

This attitude deeply angered Bao Yong, and made others feel humiliated to them, and they shouted: "Bao Yong! Kill her! Cut off her head with one knife!"

They had long hated Zhuang Rou, and now they don’t care about face. So what if the woman doesn’t fight back, there is no need to discuss killing her!

Yang Qing brought the brazier to the door, squatted and reached out to bake the fire, while watching the scene, looking at it as if he was not planning to take action.

He wanted to see how strong Zhuang Rou was now. Her strength to kill the soldiers of the Wei Sect was somewhat beyond the adults' previous understanding. I don't know how much the crazy woman's internal strength was used by her.

As long as the other party is not a master, Yang Qing doesn't have to worry about something wrong with Zhuang Rou. It makes people envious of her iron scent.

At this time, Zhuang Rou moved her shoulders and waved to Bao Yong, "Come on."

Bao Yong roared, raised his sword with both hands to exert all his strength, rushed to Zhuang Rou with one step, and slashed hard at her neck.

Zhuang Rou looked at him with her eyes squinted, her body did not move at all, and her internal force was applied to the limit, so she let the knife slash her neck heavily.

She was cut to the ground by a knife, and the head did not fall to the ground, and the blood did not spray as expected. She was just knocked over to the ground by the impact of the blade.

"Is this your strongest knife?" Zhuang Rou touched her neck, sat up, moved her head, but it hurt a little, and her neck did not break.

Bao Yong looked at her in disbelief. How could this be possible? He obviously cut his neck!

Not only him was surprised, but also Yang Rong and other people in the Wei Institute. They had never expected such a result, why is this woman okay!

Yang Rong immediately understood why his people were killed so easily. This woman is a master, a master who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger by Chu Xia!

But she is not old, so how can she get such strong strength? Without internal strength to protect her body, how can she be able to resist a blow to her neck?

Even if her head is not cut off, it should be broken, but she has nothing to do. Could it be that she is wearing a human skin mask that this woman is actually in her fifties and sixties?

Zhuang Rou had already stood up at this time and looked at them calmly and said, "I have lived a good life, so I forgot how to fight to the death. I dare not let go of my life anymore. It almost made me feel sorry for this internal force."

"A thread of gray can kill people quietly with a thin thread. Feng Jingshui has no weapons, but points into the sharp blade. Mu can take human life at will with just two hands."

"All this is because they all have strong internal strength."

She pressed her hand on her chest, looked at everyone and smiled, "And my internal strength is stronger than them, I just don't know how to use it."

"But now, it's a little familiar."
Chapter completed!