Blood, ticking, ticking drops.

A huge piece of red spread rapidly on the abdomen. When he touched the bright red hand, Chen Qian seemed to not recognize it, and looked at Mao Jue in disbelief.

Not only Chen Qian, but other servants of the Mao family also looked at this scene in disbelief. Mao Jue was too cowardly before, and even when there were many people, he couldn't speak clearly. Even if Mao Jue had a threat a few days ago, they would never have thought that Mao Jue would dare to kill someone.

But this scene really happened!

The gun in his hand was filled with smoke, and the ferociousness on Mao Jue's face was like a demon. He was really glad that the gun came in time today. Otherwise, wouldn't he have watched Suyi be tied to a pig cage and drowned by the bastard by the snake and scorpion woman? In that case, even if he survived the crisis of Yuan Chonghuan, he would never let go of this matter in his life.

Men bear the responsibility on their shoulders, but sometimes they have to ignore the consequences!

"You bastard, you dare to shoot in the mansion, why don't you take it down quickly!"

Behind, Mrs. Chen's scream of hissing and trying hard was already heard. The servants and servants who woke up like a dream in her scream were also awakened and hurriedly wanted to come up and hold Mao Jue down. But at this moment, the second gunshot rang out again. Then, the fiercest servant rushed over and hugged the broken leg and screamed with all his strength.

Since the wolf has seen blood, it will not easily be collected!

This time, no one dared to move. Everyone looked at Mao Jue and his gun with smoke in fear. No one knew how many more his gun could fire, especially the madness that was like killing without blinking made everyone frightened.

"Chen Qian! The stranger, you can't stop!"

The servant could no longer be called. Mrs. Chen seemed to have been beaten through the prototype. Even if she was swaying her teeth and claws, she could only scream, like an old and dying old beast. She ignored him at all. With a grim smile, Mao Jue suddenly fisted forward and slapped Chen Qian's temple, which was already staggering. Even the crisp sound of the buttstock hitting the bones can be heard from a distance.

"I said I want to kill you!"

After falling down, Mao Jue, whose eyes were blood-red, stepped on the chest of the bastard who had just spoken out with him, and then pointed the gun down.

Bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~

Every sound was as if it was hitting people's hearts. The nearby servant turned his head in fear. After the fourth shot, he didn't know who Mrs. Chen was. She rushed over without caring about the danger and cried.

But Mao Jue didn't care anymore. The real gun force was terrifying. A blood hole in the TV series was nonsense. The rotating bullet could tear out huge and terrifying wounds. It was still so close. Chen Qian could not die anymore. With the smokey gun, he wanted to be possessed and continued to walk forward ferociously.

"Who of you wants to move the simple clothes?"

"You? You? By the way, you!"

The bruised and bleeding face suddenly stretched forward. The servant who was still holding bamboo strips simply turned his legs and thrust on the ground. He kowtowed and wanted to pound garlic.

"Young Master, please spare me! The young man, the young man also obeyed the third lady's instructions, and the young man didn't want to do it!"

"Who fired a shot in my Mao mansion!"

At this time, a sound of roars like a bell rang in the yard, and finally found the savior. Mrs. Chen got up from the dead ghost with blood in her body, and pounced on her again, crying and thrusting.

"Master! Master, you want to make the decision for me! That wild man, he, he killed Chen Qian!"

"Yes, I killed it!"

The ruthlessness could not dissipate at all. Looking back at Mao Wenlong's blue face and the shocked expression of the bearded man following him, Mao Jue tilted his shoulder and hummed contemptuously.

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The Mao Mansion was really lively tonight. In the main hall, a stretcher was covered with white cloth, and a few pieces of red were exposed, and the dyed white cloth was dotted. Next to it, the unlucky dog-leg who was shot on his leg also fainted. After being shot by Minie at close range, he could not save his leg.

Next to her, the plain clothes that were covered in scars were still tied, and she knelt on the ground timidly. Her hands were pinched with a rope and her eyes were timidly turned to the side from time to time. There was another Mao Jue who was kneeling with her. However, unlike her who was lying on the ground, even if Mao Jue was kneeling, his whole body was straight, with a nervous smile on his face, and he yelled from time to time, which made the servants behind him feel creepy.

"Master, the people in the mansion are not clean, I am in charge of the family rules, but Mao Jue..., wuwu, listening to Mao Jue's words, Chen Qian just couldn't stand it and dissuade him. Mao Jue, Mao Jue, then he raped Chen Qian..., wuwuwu~"

"My uncle's family is full of loyal and martyrs. The whole family died by the forest, leaving Chen Qian alone. Now that I am like this, what kind of face do I have to see my dead uncle's family! Master, you must make the decision for me!"

She cried, made a fuss and hanged, and the woman's advantage was maximized by Mrs. Chen. However, just when she was crying with Mao Wenlong's thigh, she twitched the crack on the corner of her mouth, and Mao Jue suddenly yelled.

"Dissues, hiss~ This dissuasion is gentle enough."

No matter how miserable and sincere Mrs. Chen cried, Mao Jue's face was uncovered by any means. The following is more serious and bad in this era than murder.

Sometimes, a debate does not necessarily mean a sound, and it does not even need to distinguish who is right or who is wrong.

Today is definitely a black day. My family is dead and disabled. My wife Ru has a fight with her son. Restlessness has always been a taboo. She sat on the chair with a pale face. Listening to Mao Jue's sarcasm, Mao Wenlong's old face twitched continuously. After a while, he waved his slap in his face.

"I understand. I will deal with this matter. You can take Shen Xing down first! Let the accountant spend more money and bury it well!"

"Master, but that Mao Jue!"

"I will deal with it!"

Mao Wenlong is not the type with soft ears. Otherwise, he would not have been able to go from a small guard. Two hundred people attacked and killed the garrison of Jin Zhenjiang to the current governor of Dongjiang Town, like a warlord. He usually dared to act coquettishly, but it was obvious that his face became so gloomy and his tone began to be bad, especially the triangular bags of his eyes became tense. Even Shen did not dare to continue making trouble. He glared at Mao Jue with hatred, took several servants of the Shen family and carried Chen Qian out of the hall in a quiet voice.

As for the unlucky guy with a broken leg, he was not a close friend of the Shen family. Shen left and he was left aside. In the end, several other servants forced him to carry him down. After walking far away, he could still hear his tragic roar.

At this moment, with the medical methods of this era, this man was considered useless, but he knelt down and straightened his back. Mao Jue did not regret shooting him at all. Even if he had just killed Chen Qian, he did not feel the pain at all, and even felt a little relaxed.

Unlike the rule-of-law society with strict rules, the extremely cruel jungle rules implemented in this era. If you don’t kill him just now, Su Yi will die. And after Shen made a cruel move on her this time, who knows what methods she will use to get rid of herself more presumptuously next time? The big family has never had so much warmth.

Maybe he really has a bit of a perverted desire to kill people in his bones. Anyway, if he kills Chen Qian, Mao Jue can only feel pleasure.

However, these people had just left, and before Mao Jue could wake up from his thoughts, Mao Wenlong, who suddenly stood up, came to him in a flash and slapped him.

"A bad beast!"

It was really a report back and forth. Chen Qian was slapped in the face just now. Mao Jue was thrown out by himself. Another black and red slap mark was added to his face. The wound in his mouth had not healed yet cracked again. Finally, Mao Jue got up and vomited blood again.

"Young Master!"

He screamed in surprise, and the simple-yi with his little hands tied on his back screamed and staggered over, squeezing through, and squeezed his head into Mao Jue's arms with his head, trying to support him. However, the trance passed, and Mao Jue suddenly pushed her away, still kneeling on the ground as straight as he was, looking at Mao Wenlong's gloomy face with a gloomy look.

"You kid is really a fucking promising! If you can't succeed in literature, you won't be martial arts! You are lazy and playful. I used to send you school, but I couldn't even finish a provincial examination. Now I'm even more promising. I'm not talking about being armed with a group of friends all day long. For such a woman, you dare to shoot and kill someone!"

"You have lost all my Mao family's face!"

Uncontrollable furious, Mao Wenlong raised his slap and was about to slap it down, but this time, his hand was stiff. He still stood up so straight, and Mao Jue snorted coldly.

"The boy is unfilial, at least he knows that he is just a man. If he can't even protect his own woman, then he is still a man. What kind of face does he have to hold these two hammers in his crotch?"

In an instant, Mao Jue suddenly felt like he was being targeted by a wolf. He raised his head in surprise. Mao Wenlong's face twisted to a strange expression. His eyes were full of femininity, murderous aura, and bloody. However, he could still feel a sense of sadness.

After a daze, Mao Jue suddenly woke up, and this heartless word hit Mao Wenlong's pain in his heart.

With the rise of the Later Jin Dynasty, the entire Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty was bleeding. In the battle of Liaoyang, more than 200 members of the Mao family were almost destroyed. Mao Wenlong was also a man who failed to protect his own women.

Mao Jue's back was erected, the air seemed to solidify, and it felt so depressing that it was suffocating. After a few minutes, Mao Wenlong suddenly waved his sleeves and roared like an angry lion.

"Mao Youde!"

"The last one will be here!"

"Murdering people is illegal! This kid will let him be exiled. From tomorrow on, I will hand him over to yours. I will leave it to this bastard, digging pits, carrying grain and repairing roads, and I will take care of this guy. If you dare to do something that violates military law, you will cut it on the spot!"

He was so furious that he stared at him and roared. Mao Wenlong left and left the hall. He had been following him. The Ming general, who had a dark and thick beard, had a strong body, looked particularly tough, and had a sense of bitterness on his face, and he clasped his fists at Mao Jue sadly.

"Brother, offended me!"

"Where, Mao Jue is troubled by big brother!"

But there was no need to kneel on the ground anymore, holding his knees and climbing up, clasping his fists at the bearded man, and a slight slight relief appeared on Mao Jue's face.
Chapter completed!