Horror Recovery: SS-Class Drunk Ghost Bride At The Start

Hearing the movement, Xiahou went downstairs.

I happened to see Shi Shiran, the county magistrate in official uniform, sitting at the table.

Beside him, more than a dozen flamboyant soap-clothed men were catching up with knives.

On the side, the sturdy guy recruited by the restaurant was ashamed.

The shopkeeper of the inn, who had met earlier, did not know when he arrived.

Kneeling in front of the county magistrate, pointing at Xiahou, he cried with tears and snot: "It was this bearded man and the scholar who inexplicably took away the foundation of my family."

"The money they later bought the land to set up the winery was all done with my property."

"And my family's ancestral brewing secret method was also snatched by these two thieves."

Hearing this, Xia Houxie almost laughed angrily.

The innkeeper attempted to deny the account and was punished by Su Bei.

Even with the principal and interest, Sany Tim Zuowu took the inn's title deed as compensation.

However, apart from the inn, the two did not ask for any other compensation.

And now, the innkeeper took a bite.

His appetite is not only limited to the inn, but also the winery, wine shop, and Su Bei's secret recipe for making wine.

Xiahou sneered coldly: "Even immortals... even my elder brother's things you dare to think about, you just don't know how to live or die."

The county magistrate was in front of him, yet he dared to act so arrogantly.

Isn't this an opportunity to perform?

Xing Zhaotou secretly rejoiced in his heart.

With a "swipe", he drew out his saber and scolded, "What a big gut, how dare you threaten innocent people in front of the court officials."

"If you and your accomplices, now bind your hands and return the plundered property, maybe you can spare your life!"

The master was numb, silent, and quietly retreated a few steps.

Avoid being splashed with blood.

Xing Zhaotou, you like to perform so much, so you can perform well in front of the King of Hell in the future.

The innkeeper took the opportunity to pretend to be pitiful.

A smug look appeared on his lowered face.

I thought to myself, when you took my family business, you should have thought that there would be such a moment.

I want you to repay double!

What is crossing Jianglong, two stinky beggars from other places!

The innkeeper snorted softly.

Not much speculation.

What's more, before following Su Bei, Xiahou was a swordsman who killed people like eating and drinking.

Even if the opposite is a court official, Xiahou is not false.

Wearing official uniforms is not steel armor.

It's just a matter of a knife.

Murderous intent burst out in Xiahou's eyes, and his figure was as fast as lightning.

Pulling out the sharp sword, the force is heavy, like the top of Mount Tai and chopped down.

In front of Xiahou's seemingly real murderous intention, the embroidered pillow Xing Cao's head softened.

Soft legs and soft feet.

No wonder the master, who has always talked a lot, didn't say a word, and his feelings were to recognize that this was a killing god.

Why didn't you remind me?

With the blood splashing, finally consciousness drifted away.

The corpse fell backwards heavily, kicking up dust on the ground.

Dahao's head was wide open, and his last glance happened to look at the master.

The crowd was terrified.

The master wanted to cry without tears.

There was a trace of fear in his eyes.

People like him are most afraid of these robbers who see the power of the law as nothing, but prefer to kill the rich and help the poor.

Xing Zhaotou told you a long time ago not to be too pretentious, and now he will be punished.

Okay now, maybe it will hurt me again.

The innkeeper, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't bear to pretend to cry, and looked at the headless corpse in front of him, and there was a strong smell of blood.

As soon as he reached out, he could feel the blood spots on his face.

The shopkeeper trembled, he was scared to pee.

The other hunters were like enemies, holding on to their knives and confronting Xiahou.

It's just that the knuckles were too hard, causing them to turn white, and the knife he was holding also trembled slightly.

Xiahou, one person surrounded the county magistrate and his party.

Dahu, these old sloppy skins, sees the arrogant Xing Caitou with no vitality.

The hunters with eyes higher than the top were uneasy, as if they were in the abyss.

The strong men were so fascinated that they couldn't help picking up sticks and smashing the fast catchers into a ball.

A question could not help but pop into his mind.

Xiahou is so strong, why is he willing to accept Su Bei, a clean and weak scholar, as his eldest brother?

See also, the county magistrate's face turned pale.

But it was not frightened.

Instead, he clapped his hands calmly, and looked at Xiahou with admiration: "As expected of the second swordsman in the world, good martial arts."

"You, the second swordsman in the world, don't feel embarrassed to be the forerunner of a small businessman in Su Bei?"

"As long as you do things for me, I can still introduce you to the national teacher, and you will be second in the world, and there will be a place for you."

Xiahou killed many people without considering the consequences.

Even if they kill the damned.

But it was also regarded as a wanted criminal, and the portrait spread all over the country...

It's just that no one is stupid enough to go after them.

It is not difficult for the magistrate to find out his true identity.

The county magistrate proudly recruited Xiahou.

Thinking that he is full of sincerity, Xiahou must be moved to the ground.

Master: ""

Catch the fast: "…"

Saying "the second in the world" three times in a row isn't just laughing at Xiahou as the second child in Wannian?

But you are still serious.

It's hard to tell if you're really soliciting or mocking.

Hearing the county magistrate's words, Xiahou Guo's temples bulged in anger, and blue veins burst out on his face.

The county magistrate's remarks undoubtedly touched Xiahou's pain point.

"You grandson, knowing that I am slightly inferior to Yan Chixia, did you deliberately anger me?"

"I'll give you a knife!"

Furious, Xiahou couldn't even think about the consequences.

He slashed at the magistrate with a knife to keep that nasty mouth shut forever.

Master: "When the new county magistrate takes office, he has to pay another sum of money. My heart hurts!"

Zhu Kuai: "If I kneel fast enough, will he let me go?"

Everyone agrees, and they don't care about the life and death of the magistrate.

However, the magistrate is really not dead!

The magistrate turned around, and a Buddha face tattoo twisted.

The expression is hideous, and it grows from the back. It seems slow, but it is fast.

He almost rose against the wind, tore through his clothes, and in an instant he grew into a monk in exotic dress.

The monk was skinny and bony, and the knuckles almost burst through the skin and pierced out 1.8.

The most conspicuous is the shiny, golden-like skin.

The monk jumped out from behind the magistrate and brought out a piece of blood.

The county magistrate forced himself to grit his teeth and hold on.

The golden-skinned monk folded his hands together, and even wanted to connect the iron blade with his flesh.

"Dang!"

The golden stone handover sounded.

Sparks fly.

The golden skin monk took a half step back and still caught Xiahou's iron blade with his hand.

The county magistrate escaped and scolded Xiahou for not knowing what to do.

He clearly follows the plot of the Three Kingdoms, such as the master of Ming recruiting talents.

But Xiahou is a stunner, and if he disagrees, he will act.

"Why is this different from the Three Kingdoms!"

"Hehe, I didn't expect it, in fact, this official has a life-saving Buddha spell given by the national master himself."

"You scoundrels and thieves dare to assassinate court officials."