Chapter 131 Choose one of the four extremes
"Pfft." Zhou Zhao sneered. She bent down and pointed in the direction of Zhaoxingfang, "Master Li, please help me! Zhao Fufeng is so weak now that he really can't carry this big mouth you throw at him." Pot.”
Qin Lang went fishing, which was arranged by Li Mu. If they successfully caught the gangster, she would not get a share of the credit.
Now that something happened, it was her responsibility.
Is she, Zhou Zhao, a soft persimmon who can be flattened or rounded by others?
Li Mu's face turned green and red, his lips moved for a moment, and he whispered, "That's not what I meant."
As he spoke, he felt that his feet weighed a thousand pounds, as if they were nailed into the ground, and he could not move a step.
Zhou Zhao saw that he did not continue to press Lai Lai, nor did he quarrel with Li Mu. He concentrated on staring at the gate of Zhaoxingfang.
Although she wanted to quarrel with Li Mu, life was at stake now and this was not the time for a verbal fight.
As dusk deepens, the darkness of the night pours down like thick ink, the whole world becomes dark, the pedestrians on the road gradually disperse, and the city of Chang'an seems to be covered with a silent mist.
Curfew started.
Zhou Zhao looked with burning eyes at not far away, three carriages were heading towards Zhaoxingfang. The three coachmen are different. The one at the front is a sturdy middle-aged man. He has bulging arms and a beard, which makes him look fierce.
The bridge of his nose was high, the ends of his hair were slightly curly, and his eyes looked lighter than those of ordinary Chang'an people. Zhou Zhao sniffed and smelled a sweet smell of wine.
He held the car in one hand and held two small clay dolls in the other hand, one of which was a cat and the other a puppy.
Zhou Zhao shook his head at Su Changying. Su Changying understood and made a gesture to the Northern Army not far away.
The first carriage drove directly past, and two black figures followed quietly.
This shouldn't be the case. There was a sweet smell of wine all over the car on the strong man's body, and he looked like a barbarian. He should be a person who delivered grapes and fine wine to the wine shop. His strong arm strength was developed by often carrying wine jars. He held the clay doll carefully in his hand. He had a young son at home.
The driver of the second carriage was a young man in his early twenties. He was wearing a clean and brand-new short jacket, with the same pattern embroidered on the skirt as the carriage curtain. His eyes were clear, and when he saw the Northern Army patrolling on the roadside, he opened his eyes curiously and looked around.
This is the son of a wealthy family, he behaves erratically, and the patterns that represent the family are too exaggerated, for fear that others will not see what is special about him. He is either a businessman or a nouveau riche. It is inconsistent with the murderer going to a large car shop to steal a carriage.
Zhou Zhao thought and shook his head again.
The second carriage also passed directly, and two black figures followed.
The driver of the third carriage wore a hat with a low brim, his fingers were trimmed cleanly and neatly, and he was wearing a black robe. The carriage looked dusty, as if it had traveled a long distance.
Before Zhou Zhao could move, Zhu Li and others over there had already put their hands on the hilt of their swords.
Su Changying looked at Zhou Zhao, but Zhou Zhao shook his head again.
Her eyes moved and she looked not far away. At the end of the road, there was a carriage turning towards another deep alley. It was as if she could hear a faint thumping sound.
Boom, boom.
That was the sound of a rattle.
Zhou Zhao hit the ground and flew towards the carriage like an arrow. Li Mu felt a gust of wind blowing past his eyes, and Zhou Zhao and Su Changying who were standing in front of him disappeared in an instant.
He rubbed his eyes. He had heard about the names of Zhou Zhao and Su Changying, but no matter how much he heard, he was never as shocked as seeing them with his own eyes.
How could anyone in this world run faster than his thoughts? He also saw the fourth carriage.
But before he had time to think, Zhou Zhao had already started to take action.
Just as Zhou Zhao and Su Changying landed on the top of the carriage, Zhu Li also stopped the third carriage.
"Stop! What's in the car? Take off your hat." "Hey!" The driver of the third car stopped the car. He raised his hand and took off his head in a daze. The hat on the head.
Zhu Li and everyone in the Beijun army took a closer look and were extremely shocked. This man's hair was tied with yellow and white linen, and his eyes were red and swollen. It was obvious that he had cried so much that he could hardly open his eyes.
He sniffed, with a cry in his voice, "Master, what's the matter? I'm in a hurry to go home for the funeral, and my father has passed. I took my sister and my nephew in the car. Please check to see if everything is okay. , for your convenience.”
As the young man spoke, he took out a small ingot of silver from his sleeve pocket.
Then the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and sure enough, there was a young woman in linen and a filial piety sitting in the carriage, and a child of about five or six years old.
Because of fear, the woman held the child tightly in her arms.
Everyone in the Northern Army was in an uproar, "Master Xiao Zhou's eyes can see through the carriage wall!"
"Then she looks at people without clothes..."
I don't know who suddenly muttered such a sentence. Han Ze in the Northern Army was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He immediately jumped up and said, "What are you talking about? Don't kill me! If Sister Zhao knew, she would be dead." I want you to be really naked! And I’m going to hang it on the wall with a flagpole!”
Everyone fell into deathly silence.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
The stopped carriage driver sniffed and said, "This military master, how do you know? Have you seen it before?"
Now it was Han Ze's turn to be silent.
He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Zhou Zhao and Su Changying, "What are you still doing? If you don't go and help Mr. Zhou and Captain Su, you don't want the credit?"
Everyone seemed to be awakened by a muffled thunder and ran towards the fourth carriage.
Zhou Zhao here landed on the top of the carriage. When the coachman heard the noise, he turned around in horror and saw someone on the top of the carriage. His hand tightened, and at this moment the horse purred, as if it was crazy. Run wildly.
The coachman was so frightened that he loosened his grip and was about to fall. Seeing this, Zhou Zhao stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm.
She lay on the roof of the car, holding the edge of the carriage firmly with one hand, and sliding the coachman with her other hand.
The carriage lost control and was running sideways. There was a corner not far ahead. According to this direction, the carriage would definitely hit the corner.
Zhou Zhao thought and felt a blackness above his head. Su Changying lightly jumped over the roof of the car and landed on the back of the crazy horse. He suddenly grabbed the reins and pulled hard, and the horse lifted He raised his front hooves and made a long neighing sound.
The carriage finally stopped.
Zhou Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward. There was only about a gap between her hand and the corner of the wall.
It’s really dangerous!
As soon as Zhou Zhao's hand was loosened, the coachman fell to the ground. He spit out a mouthful of bitter bile with a roar, and then started to run away. Su Changying, who was riding on the horse, didn't even look at it, and just used his backhand lightly. With one flick, a small stone flew out and hit the driver's leg directly.
With a thud, he knelt down on one knee and struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't move his legs at all.
"My leg, my leg, my leg is broken!"
Zhou Zhao exhaled, jumped off the roof of the car, and opened the curtain of the carriage.
This glance met Qin Lang's anxious eyes.
At the moment of eye contact, Zhou Zhao laughed unkindly.
Qin Lang: Mr. Qin, my life is worse than death...