Zhao Changqing ran a few steps outside, slipped and fell to the ground. He was a scholar with no power. He had never seen such a scene. When he turned around and saw the killer approaching with a bright steel knife, he was so scared that he looked deserted and screamed: "Help!"

The killer in black had already come closer and waved his sword to slash Zhao Changqing's face.

Zhao Changqing covered his head with both hands and was so scared that he was so scared that he secretly called my life to rest.

Life and death were hanging on the line. Seeing that Zhao Changqing was about to die under the knife, a white light rushed out from the stable, chasing wind and electricity, but it was the long-dead white horse, who shook off his four hooves and rushed towards the black-clothed killer at full speed.

The killer in black did not expect that it would change halfway through. The white horse was too fast and raised his front hooves and kicked him hard in the chest. The tall body of the man in black was kicked up and hit the wall heavily.

His body was also very strong. He was kicked in the chest by a white horse. He fell so hard that he stood up immediately, without feeling any pain or injury.

The white horse continued to rush towards him, and the killer in black met the white horse without fear. When the white horse was only one meter away, his knees suddenly knelt down, his body leaned back, his back almost against the ground, and his knees slid at high speed on the muddy ground with his inertia rushing forward. He stabbed the white horse's chest with a long knife in his hand, and the sharp blade cut the entire belly of the white horse.

The white horse rushed in front of the horse with two steps and his front legs fell to the ground, and his internal organs flowed all over the ground. The killer in black stood up and came to the front of the horse, raised his sword and slashed the horse's head with a knife.

The white horse's head fell to the ground, but no drop of blood flowed out of its neck cut by the blade. The horse died for a long time, and the blood in its body had long solidified. The killer in black frowned. From a professional point of view, this horse was a bit unusual.

Bai Yugong took a breath of air: "Good sword technique! If I read it correctly, it should be the third-grade Tiger Realm."

Qin Lang didn't know what the third-grade Tiger Realm was. He remembered that Yan Qingzhou, the White Horse Quick Sword who was killed by the two of them, was the second-grade wolf killing third-grade level. The third-grade level must be higher than the second-grade level. It seems that the martial arts level and official level in this world are inversely related.

Zhao Changqing took this opportunity to stumble and escape into the inn.

The inn owner lay on the counter and lazily fiddled with the abacus: "Three windows, a total of sixty taels of silver."

Zhao Changqing said to the inn owner: "Help...help...someone wants to kill me..."

"Hurry up the account before you die." The inn owner didn't even look at Zhao Changqing.

The killer in black wearing a hat had already stepped into the inn lobby at this time. The night wind swept through the raindrops and blew into the lobby from behind him. The temperature inside suddenly dropped a lot, and the candlelight on the counter was swaying.

The remaining rain fell along the hat, and the killer in black lowered his head and held the knife, with blood still remaining on the knife: "Zhao Changqing, I was entrusted by someone to take your head. This matter has nothing to do with others. Whoever dares to intervene will kill you will not be able to do so."

The inn owner yawned and said, "It's not my business, just don't break the things in my inn."

Zhao Changqing was so scared that he ran to his room. The killer in black had already regarded his head as a bag and walked up the stairs slowly.

Zhao Changqing came to his room and pushed it hard, but the door was inserted from inside, and said in a trembling voice: "Minger, open the door... open the door!"

The little Shutong was so scared that she had already crawled under the bed and didn't dare to come out. She didn't dare to open the door? Although others were small, they were very scheming. If the door was opened at this time, the killer might have killed him.

When Zhao Changqing saw that the killer's hat had appeared on the second floor, he panicked and came to the next room. This time he didn't knock on the door and just ran into it with his body.

He immediately knocked open the door and fell to the ground with a thump.

When Bai Yugong saw that the nerd actually escaped to their room at this time, she didn't want to cause trouble. She didn't want to see Zhao Changqing being killed, but she didn't have the ability to stand up for justice.

Zhao Changqing fell to his nose and face, and looked at Qin Lang and begged, "Brother, save me!"

If he was not desperate, he would not bow his head and ask for help. Compared with his life, the nobleness of a scholar is nothing.

Qin Lang had actually saved him once just now, secretly manipulating the white horse to hit the black-clothed killer, but he still underestimated the killer's ability. Judging from the killer's performance just now, this guy's sword technique is much better than that of the white horse's fast sword Yan Qingzhou. I really don't know why this honest and honest nerd offended such a powerful person?

Bai Yugong attached himself to his ear and whispered: "Don't meddle in other people's business, we have enough troubles."

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the burly body of the killer in black appeared in front of their door. The brim of the hat was pressed lower, and the whole body was wet, and water dripped on the old wooden floor. The long knife with his right hand was dragged on the floor at an angle of 45 degrees. After entering the room, the tip of the knife gently tapped the ground. The knife was good and had excellent toughness. The blade body was slightly vibrating and the cold light flashed.

Zhao Changqing reluctantly crawled towards Qin Lang's side.

The black-clad killer took a step forward, and his footing was a little heavy, and the whole room was trembling. The windows next to the corridor could not stand the vibration, and the ground fell to the ground again.

A flash of lightning flashed across the outside, illuminating the room as bright as day. The night wind blew into the room with a whirlpool, extinguishing the candle fire on the table. Fortunately, there were lanterns in the corridor, and the lanterns swayed in the wind, and the light in the room flickered and swayed.

The black-clad killer said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, I only have the head on his neck."

Baiyu Palace's expression that was not related to his own affairs quietly pulled Qin Lang backwards.

Zhao Changqing climbed to Qin Lang's feet, grabbed his boots and said, "Brother, save me..."

Qin Lang said: "You just killed my horse."

The black-clad killer said: "I, Gao Hanyang, don't care about killing people, do you care about a horse?"

Qin Lang said: "One life is for another life. If you kill my horse, just let his life go."

Bai Yugong quietly pulled Qin Lang's arm, hinting that he should not meddle in other people's business, and that he should not take care of porcelain without a diamond. If he really makes this cold-blooded killer angry, wouldn't it be unfair to kill both of them?

Gao Hanyang laughed and nodded, "Okay, I'm a little brave. I'm the most reasonable person. I have to exchange for one life, but I have to exchange for human life." He pulled out a bright short knife from his waist and threw it at Qin Lang's feet.

"If you stab yourself three times, I'll let him go."

"Don't you go back on your word?"

"If I regret it, the sky will be struck by lightning, and the sons will be cut off, and I will never be born again!" Gao Hanyang laughed in his heart. If you really dare to poke your heart three times, I am afraid that I, Gao Hanyang, will make things difficult for a dead person?

Qin Lang nodded and said, "Okay! I promise you that if you regret it, you will be a turtle bastard!"

"No!"

When Zhao Changqing heard that Qin Lang was willing to trade his life for his own life, his blood was suddenly thriving and he didn't care about being afraid. How could he have someone die for him when he met him by chance?

Qin Lang had already picked up the short knife, raised it and inserted it into his chest.

Gao Hanyang originally just gave him a problem. Killers make a living by killing people and see human nature the most clearly. He believes that human nature is selfish. When facing death, few people will not be afraid, and even fewer people are willing to die for others. Anyway, he has never seen it.

Qin Lang's actions were completely beyond Gao Hanyang's expectations.

Puff! With a knife, he immediately pulled out the knife again, and bright red plasma gushed out.

Puff! Puff!

Two consecutive knifes, the blade was deeply inserted into his chest until the last handle, Qin Lang's body fell down softly, and red blood flowed all over the floor. He held the knife in one hand and pointed at Gao Hanyang with the other hand and said, "Remember what you said just now... I'm going to regret it, it's a turtle... a turtle... an egg..."
Chapter completed!