But even like this, he still wants to do something.

He recalled his experiences over the past few days.

The numb eyes of the people in the village were still afraid of him because he held a gorgeous sword, because he wore gorgeous clothes made of fine materials, because his hands were white and calloused, and because his skin was smooth and elastic.

This is not funny.

Because people who have these are not ordinary people in this world.

They would be surprised even if you pay for your meals.

Wang Quan talked a lot, but the wedding lady just listened.

Unknowingly, several hours passed.

Wang Quan was about to wake up in a daze.

When he woke up, there seemed to be a gentle whisper in his ears:

"Mr. Wang, go ahead and do it. This is the Mr. Wang I know~~Don't worry, I will take care of everything~~"

Opening his eyes, Wang Quan sat up and shook his head.

Looking at the high-end ancient clothes carefully prepared by Ye Shengge on the hanger, Wang Quan put the clothes away.

He dug out a set of clothes from the package that he bought from the villagers two days ago.

A set of coarse cloth green shirt and a pair of cloth shoes.

When I put on my clothes, the back of my neck feels a little abrasive.

Wearing cloth shoes, the bottoms are a bit irritating.

Wang Quan adapted for a while and entertained himself by reciting a poem:

"This can also be called a pair of straw shoes for thousands of miles, and has been born in linen clothes for a hundred years, right? It's quite handsome.

"Wang Quan, the only righteous hero in the martial arts world who specializes in curing all kinds of dissatisfaction in the world, is the nemesis of crime, and I will definitely take him for granted!"

After laughing, he picked up his luggage and left the house.

Half an hour later, he was walking on the dirt road to Lin'an City.

Not far away, there were a dozen men in gray blocking the way.

The middle-aged man in the lead shouted: "Leave the secret book "Xiantian Yiqi"! My Iron Sword Sect can protect your safety!"

Wang Quan smiled slightly, his eyes were scarlet, and his wooden sword was unsheathed.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the middle-aged man and thrust the sword in his hand into his throat.

Pulling out the wooden sword, the middle-aged man fell down holding his bleeding throat.

Wang Quan stroked the blade of the sword gently, and his finger was pricked by the protruding wooden thorn.

"..."

He shook his head and smiled.

Then he turned around and swung his sword.

Blood is like flowers.
Chapter completed!