Li Yun knocked down the man with a brick and did not give up. He followed the trend and rushed forward and rode directly onto the opponent.

When fighting, the most important thing is to be cruel!

He grabbed the other person's neck with one hand, picked up the brick with the other hand again, without saying a word, and swung it and smashed it.

puff!

puff!

puff!

It was really hard to smash!

While smashing, he even scolded!

"Making trouble, right?"

"I want to die, right?"

"Since I want to die, I don't have to wait for the imperial court to kill you. I'll help you. Let's send you to reincarnate now!"

"Ah, my hand is broken..."

The man who was smashed screamed and struggled to throw Li Yun off.

This man struggled very hard, like a crazy bull. He was the leader of a small group of refugees. He had enough food and rested well on weekdays. In addition, he was tall, so he naturally had a strong strength.

Li Yun didn't check it and was almost overturned to the ground by this guy. But at this moment, Li Yun suddenly felt a hot blast in his abdomen, and a strange force suddenly surged out of his body. He subconsciously pressed the other person's arm with his hand, and there was a muffled sound, and the other person's arm was broken.

It's broken!

Just broke!

It’s like breaking a carrot, with a crack, one breaking and two breaking, it’s very crisp!

"Ao..."

The other party's scream this time was even louder, and it sounded obviously no longer like a human voice.

Li Yun himself was also confused.

"I just pressed his arm and broke?"

He rode on the other party blankly, raised his right hand blankly, and then said blankly: "Is this my time travel golden finger?"

Power is infinite?

Or is it born with divine power?

But now is not the time for great research skills, so he has to deal with the guy under him first.

Although it is very pleasant to beat people in the street, the Tang Dynasty's laws are not for free, especially Li Yun's current identity is still a refugee. If he is not good, he has to go to the yamen to have a meal.

It is very simple to settle this matter, and you can just shut up and not sue it.

So, how to shut up the victim?

...

There are many ways, Li Yun chose the most ruthless one...

He picked up the brick and continued to smash it!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three times in a row, down to the meat.

The other man kept screaming, and finally the scream turned into a terrifying howl. Someone next to him couldn't see it and persuaded him: "Brother, stop smashing it, your hands were smashed and your arms were broken. It's pitiful."

Li Yun glanced at him and found that the person who was talking was an old man, and there was a bunch of refugees next to him glaring at him, obviously resenting his actions too ruthlessly.

But Li Yun just smiled coldly, as if he didn't see the anger of these people. He continued to ride on the man and said slowly: "You can still catch it if your arm is broken, and your palm is broken. But if your head moves, it will be really dead. Do you know that your head is going to move..."

He stopped here, and suddenly raised his hand to point at everyone, snorted one by one, and said coldly: "You, you, you, and you, your heads are moving! A very living person is going to die in a blink of an eye. I want to say this is really pitiful!"

Everyone heard what he said scaryly, and subconsciously took a step back. The old man opened his mouth and it took him a long time to speak weakly. He asked carefully: "Little... Brother, what do you mean?"

"What does it mean? Hum!"

Li Yun snorted coldly again.

Instead of answering the old man directly, he bent down to look at the man who was smashed by him, stared at the other party coldly, and asked: "You are the leader of this group of refugees, do you know how many refugees have died recently?"

The other man was panting and he was pressed to the ground and said nothing.

"Don't speak, right?"

"Hate me to break your hand, don't you?"

"Do you know I'm trying to save you?"

Li Yun said three times in a row, slowly letting go of the other party's hand, but he still sat tightly on the other party and slowly began to tell history, saying: "In the past, in the late Han Dynasty, refugees gathered in Luoyang, and there were 3,000 people causing trouble. The court did not ask a word and killed them all."

"In the two generations of Jin Dynasty, there were twenty-seven desolate disasters, and tens of thousands of refugees fled to famine. They entered the imperial capital and asked for food. Those who made a little noise would be killed."

"In the Sui Dynasty, the floods in the south of the Yangtze River flooded and the victims were displaced and fled to Jiangdu for food. Although they could be saved, they would not be noisy. Those who dared to commit crimes would die."

He was talking about allusions of the court in history to treat disaster victims. Unfortunately, most of the refugees in front of him were confused and ignorant. Li Yun sneered twice, put his face toward the man below him, and said lightly: "I won't talk about the previous dynasty. Let's talk about it now, do you know, at the beginning of this month, seven refugees died in Yongminfang, the west of the city. Half a month ago, nine more died in Anlefang in the city. Six days ago, twenty-seven died at a time in Baoyifang in the south of the city..."

He stopped here, suddenly lowered his voice and continued, "Do you know how these people died? He beheaded, all of them were beheaded, and he slashed his neck with a knife, and moved his head directly, and then abandoned the corpse in the wilderness and let the wild dog eat the body."

Without waiting for the man to speak, he said, "Do you know why these people die? Do you know what identities these people are?"

He stopped again when he stared at the man with his eyes tightly, and then he sneered: "Their identities are the same as you, they are all refugees, all the leaders, and they have brought people to cause trouble..."

"So, they're all dead!"

Li Yun finally smiled coldly and reached out to pat the man's rough face.

He finally let go of the other party, stood up slowly, suddenly looked up at the sky, and said meaningfully: "Whenever there is a major disaster, the court will be cruel. The one who kills the person is the one who appears, but doesn't care whether you are pitiful or suffering or hungry. The victim, you have to look like a victim. If you make trouble, you will not be a victim, a mob..."

Although he let go of the man, the man did not turn over and get up. The man was obviously afraid and trembled and defended: "I...I didn't make trouble, I really didn't make trouble, little...Brother, I really didn't make trouble, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Li Yun smiled, and suddenly bent down to look at the other party, and smiled and said, "Of course you didn't make trouble. Your arm is broken and your hands are disabled. Why are the disabled making trouble? Do you have the ability to make trouble? Now you understand, I hit you to save you!"

He reached out and helped the man up from the ground, and said with a gentle face: "I broke your hand, but I saved your life. The yamen will not pay attention to a disabled person because the disabled person cannot cause a big mess."

“Yes, yes!”

The man nodded repeatedly, looked at his broken arm with pain, and suddenly burst into tears and said, "But my hand is broken, what can I do in the future? My child is still young and my wife is sick again..."

Li Yun raised his head silently and murmured: "The arm is broken, and the palm is cracked, and it can be cured. As long as people live, they will always have a good future... This drought and military disaster, I guess the court will definitely have a constitution, and maybe resettle land for refugees. You will follow me in the future and make sure you have a good life."

The man was timid and intimidated by the pain in his wounds. He sighed and said sadly: "I am not taking the lead in causing trouble. I just want all my fellow villagers to eat."

"I know!"

Li Yun smiled slightly, but then said: "But looking at the refugees throughout the ages, the first people who were killed by the court were you."

The man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he was unable to lower his head.

At this moment, I suddenly heard footsteps coming from a distance, but someone shouted from afar and shouted: "Which refugee is his grandmother causing trouble? Is it true that he really wants to die if he dares to make trouble in the realm of my master?"

Li Yun turned his head and saw a group of yamen soldiers coming in a fierce manner.

The leading boy is very burly, with a dignified appearance, and a very neat spirit. Unfortunately, his face is full of dissatisfaction, as if everyone in the world owes him two money.

The most important thing is that this guy is obviously a teenager, but he has a beard on his face. He is obviously a yamen runner, and he is actually wearing a shining bright light armor. Under the scorching sun, he can shine with krypton gold dog eyes. He holds a knife with his left hand, but holds a cricket jar with his right hand, which is inappropriate, neither a donkey nor a horse.

Such a master, such a look...
Chapter completed!