Now, in the leather bag on Chu Huaibing's waist, there are two such heads. One is the concubine, Mrs. Jiu, and the other is the eagle hook nose.

When Chu Huaibing killed the guards, she used a very thin steel wire. These steel wires were arranged in the courtyard by her. They were all tightened and then pulled from the middle to a curved angle.

So when their guards formed a circle of people in the courtyard, they could still come and go freely in the space pulled out of the wire.

However, as long as Chu Huaibing let go of one of the wires, the sharp wires that bounce back quickly would cut off all the blocking objects along the way in half.

Of course, every time Chu Huaibing cuts it, it happens to be the neck and shin of those people.

Each of these disciples taught by Shen Mo was taught according to their aptitude, so each of them had their own different characteristics when acting.

Chu Huaibing’s characteristic is cruel and ruthlessness. Everyone who dies at her hands will die at the hands of this Blood-Eyed Shura after experiencing extreme fear and despair!

...

At noon, Li Muyuan went to a hidden arrow camp, and he kept a small package wrapped in cloth in his hand.

"This thing must not be discovered!" Li Muyuan thought to himself: "If my classmates from the Blade Camp knew that I, the class leader, actually played with this kind of thing, then I would definitely be given a very ugly nickname and then called me for the rest of my life!"

Then, when he saw his sister Li Muyu sitting alone in the dormitory, he immediately put the package on the table, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What you want is inside," Li Muyuan said to his sister.

Now, after supplementing enough nutrition, his little sister has become a healthy and lively little girl. She is still wearing two cute braids on her head.

Li Muyu smiled and then jumped off her bed with her legs swaying. Then she walked to the table and opened the package.

Inside the package was a black pottery jar as big as an adult's fist. After Li Muyu opened the jar, she immediately saw dozens of big white worms one inch long.

"It's a good reason, why do you want these firewood insects for?" Li Muyuan asked her sister curiously: "I searched in the pile of rotten wood for an afternoon!"

"Don't you know?" Li Muyu smiled and said to her brother: "This thing is called "Muhuaer" among the southern ethnic minorities. After being fried and crisped in oil, it is a rare delicacy!"

"Don't come!" After hearing what she said, Li Muyuan immediately felt a sense of disgust. He then twitched his face and said, "Don't lie to me! Although I don't know what you want to do with it, it's definitely not for food!"

"Who said that?" Li Muyu smiled and said, "If this were the case before, when we were making a living in the garbage dump, we were afraid that we would have to rush to eat such insects!"

When Li Muyu said this, she suddenly smiled and said, "During class today, the sir, I told us something."

"The sir said there was a killer who mixed a very thin wool into a glass of milk and assassinated the Roman consul Fabisin."

"The conclusion is that if you find something, you can't use it to kill people. It only means that you are not qualified to become a qualified killer."

When Li Muyu said this, the little girl suddenly laughed innocently.

To be honest, Li Muyuan felt his scalp numb when he saw her sister now.

Because Li Muyu learned the military skills of placing troops and fighting on the battlefield in the Blade Camp. But compared with his sister from the hidden arrow camp, if two people duel... he had no doubt that his innocent and cute sister could kill five of himself at will!

...

When I saw supper, this was the most lively time for the restaurants in Lin'an streets and alleys. People who worked hard for a day gathered in the restaurants and restaurants, enjoyed the meal and a little wine before going home to rest.

Before the Southern Song Dynasty, most people still lived a meal of two a day. Therefore, the saying of three meals a day was almost popularized among the people since this era.

Moreover, because the residents in Lin'an City are rich and abundant, many ordinary people don't eat dinner at their homes at all, but choose their favorite restaurant to eat the most important meal of the day.

Hongfulou is a Northwest restaurant. The roasted lamb inside is plump and plump, and it is the most delicious. Their cherry pillow and crab roe pillow are also unique.

The so-called "Bilo" is actually a pie. This thing was spread from the foreign land to China as early as the Tang Dynasty, so it had such a Western Region name. On the contrary, things called "bread" in this era, such as soup cakes, are actually noodles.

Nowadays, this Hongfu Building is filled with people, and it is the most lively moment of the day.

Li Jinglin grabbed a lamb leg in his hand, shaking his head and ate half of it in one breath, and then he breathed in satisfaction. This guy was so fat that he was so fat. Seeing that he was eating, his appetite was amazing.

Now he is sitting in a private room on the third floor of Hongfu Building. In addition to occupying a few bodyguards next to him, two other gangs are having dinner with him at the table.

Li Jinglin picked out a shredded mutton from his teeth and flipped it off, then picked up the wine glass and took a bite.

Just as he wanted to finish the meal in one breath while the roasted lamb legs were so hot that he could finish the meal. Suddenly, he heard a few gongs ringing on the street downstairs.

It seemed that there were a group of slap-style performers coming from below. Li Jinglin was naturally not interested in this thing, but after he picked up the lamb leg and chewed it a few times, he suddenly heard a bodyguard next to him say "Huh?"

After he looked at the bodyguard, he followed the bodyguard's gaze and turned his fat face to the balcony outside the pavilion.
Chapter completed!