Chapter 292 292: "Purchasing New Year's goods" (1) [Seeking a monthly ticket]
The expression of the head of the Zhang family changed suddenly.
He changed his false expression of crying for poverty, showing a horrifying expression, his eyes bursting with killing intent, fixedly staring at Shen Tang's beautiful face. Every word was as vicious as if poisoned by a snake: "Shen Jun, do you know what you are talking about?"
In the eyes of the Patriarch of the Zhang family, Shen Tang is already dead.
Shen Tang showed his face and smiled slightly: "Let me ask the Patriarch of the Zhang family, one word I just said was fabricated? Three acres of bad land can live one person, and your Zhang family has more than a hundred hectares of good land. I’m afraid that only you know the number, how many have not been found yet. With such a family background, the tax will be hundreds of liters in a few years! Is this something you can smooth out with just a few sentences at the funeral?”
As soon as these words came out, even the younger brother of the Patriarch, who was obsessed with looking at Shen Tang, came to his senses, and immediately let out a disdainful snort, his face trembling slightly, and threatened: "So, Shen Jun is here to find fault? Why are you looking for someone? Is the borrowed food all fake?"
"If it's a guest, I'll sweep the couch to welcome you, but it's a pity not!" The Patriarch of the Zhang family knocked on the table with his fingers, and a dozen servants rushed in from outside the house, and drew their knives out of their sheaths with a few swipes.
Pretend to sweep away customers and go out: "Shen Jun, please!"
The edge of the blade is cold and radiant.
The atmosphere in the room almost dropped to freezing point.
This is no longer going to drive away customers.
is preparing to send the guests to the Hall of Hades.
Facing the murderous gazes of the two and the pointing of dozens of blades, Shen Tang was calm and composed, even not afraid to laugh back. Looking at the dozen or so people, he said pointedly: "Of course I didn't come here to find fault. How could I speak so harshly? It's true to find someone, but this person was persecuted by the Zhang family; it's also true to borrow food, but I didn't intend to That's all."
Not just borrowing food...
It is also planned to move away the land that grows food.
The Patriarch of the Zhang family was so angry that his internal anger was raised several feet - he had planned to let Shen Tang get out of the Zhang family gate, and in a few days he would find an opportunity to make Shen Tang "have an accident", just like those Heyin county guards in the past, but these words Once out, if Shen Tang is allowed to walk out of the Zhang clan's territory vertically, the Zhang clan will not have to gain a foothold in Heyin!
"Little Lizi!"
The Patriarch of the Zhang Family shattered the low table made of precious wood with his palm, and a cloudy and scarlet aura came over the surface. It was the Patriarch's younger brother! Uncle Gong stood there, motionless, secretly oppressing the dozen or so servants with his aura.
The cold light in Shen Tang's hand split out the sword light.
Scatter it with one blow, and the remaining sword energy blows through the roof!
In the dark night, light flashes away.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Shen Tang held a sharp sword in his hand, and was full of smiles. He had seen someone looking for death, but he hadn't seen Meng Po soup and wanted to rush to drink it. As the words fell, wispy rays of light poured down from the broken roof above her head—not the color of the bright moon!
But the head of the Zhang family didn't realize the nuances.
He was burning with anger at this time, and his reason was burning.
Although He Yinzhang is not the top group of He Yin, he has not been looked at so much in so many years, and he is still provoked like this in his own clan. When Shen Tang drew his sword and shot, it was tantamount to slapping Zhang Shi with a resounding slap!
He said: "Do it! Kill it!"
Shen Tang glanced at the top of his head from the corner of his eye.
"Well, it's time to do it."
As for who was killed?
It's up to him to decide!
In the dark night, a cultural energy barrier that almost merged with the night was bounded by the Zhang clan land, reaching a height of more than ten feet, gathering, closing,
Form a closed special-shaped cover to isolate the inside and outside.
Nothing strange came out.
But actually?
Hundreds of strangers in armor burst from everywhere.
Or two-two cooperation, or five or five.
The whole body has another lingering style.
Patrolman Ding heard the words and came over, but was attacked by the "bandits" who were ambushing one step ahead. combat power.
Horrified screams and blood gradually spread.
They are very familiar with Zhang's terrain, and soon occupied various passes. When they encounter ordinary people, they go up and beat them violently. It's okay if they don't resist. Heart Scholar, coordinated with the retreat, greeted and assembled with the nearby people, and then rushed forward in a swarm.
More than half of Zhang's elites are in Bingfang.
The rest are not staying at home at 12 o'clock a day, but also going out to inspect the property to collect bills... All in all, Shen Tang came at just the right time. The Zhang family of Heyin is only seventy or eighty people, and there are more than six hundred maidservants, servants, servants and guards. Encountering the "bandit" who stabbed No. 800 with a knife at the slightest disagreement, it was impossible to form an effective counterattack for a while.
Of course, the most important reason is that there is no backbone.
Where is their backbone?
hehe-
Shen Tang removed the mandible of the Patriarch's younger brother with one hand.
The head of the Zhang family—
Shen Tang frowned in disgust, took out his handkerchief, wiped each finger carefully, and shouted: "Half step, are you ready?"
"My lord, I've caught it back."
The Patriarch of the Zhang family, Gong Shuwu, who was armored, held his neck like a chicken, his expression was angry and terrified, as if he hadn't recovered from the attack just now. No wonder he, who would have thought that Gong Shuwu would directly transform into a martial armor, brute force broke through the cultural energy barrier he had set up, and when he walked up to him, he raised his hand and slapped him.
Snapped!
The voice is old.
The big palm of the cattail fan threw him into a daze.
Half of the face was red and swollen.
The gums are loose, and the smell of blood and iron permeates the mouth.
"How to dispose of it?"
He was thrown at Shen Tang's feet like trash.
The clothes are messy, the crown of hair is crooked, how can he look like the proud patriarch who looked down on Shen Tang not long ago?
_(:з」∠)_
Please take a small leave on New Year's Day.
Make up tomorrow.
PS: Last month (that is, yesterday), the monthly ticket was only 40 votes away from 7000.
PPS: Qiuqiu, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass for this month, let’s go back and celebrate, shall we?
(end of this chapter)