The situation at the barbecue tavern had already spread throughout Fengwu City.
Upon hearing that a young man from Jiu Zhou dared to randomly kill people here, their minds were imdiately filled with confusion.
Isn't the only one who can kill at will here Lord Hei?
What followed was anger!
They didn't dare offend Lord Hei, but couldn't they deal with a beggar from Jiu Zhou?
However, when they arrived there filled with righteous indignation, they beca fearful again.
Outside were fresh corpses, and inside the store, the owner, known as the most beautiful woman in Fengwu, was either kneeling or lying down to serve the young man.
Around them were people with heads down eating barbecue, eating so obediently that they dared not stop, and after finishing the at, they even started eating the bamboo skewers.
And Duan Yun, sitting arrogantly there, could be described as engulfed in a demonic fla.
The crowd decided to retreat from this evil demon!
The buggers seed to understand when to advance and retreat, and in no ti, they returned, fearing being implicated.
But there were exceptions; thirteen n and won with swords stood there without retreating a step.
They were Fusang martial artists, always promoting the samurai spirit.
Even facing the demon, they didn't retreat a step.
Thus, they stood outside watching, watching helplessly.
Watching the extraordinarily beautiful owner fawn and plead while serving the Jiu Zhou pig, their eyes almost shedding tears of blood.
Yet they could only continue to watch helplessly.
Because they knew well that the owner Shinkata Rinko was also a master.
If she had to submit, that person must be a master among masters, and they were not opponents.
Suddenly, a few streams of blood light floated out.
Four of the thirteen Fusang warriors were already beheaded.
This was because Duan Yun felt this group of little Huzi staring at him was truly affecting his al.
How can a person not eat properly!
"Quick, retreat!"
The remaining Fusang warriors had long lost their samurai spirit, scared and hastened to flee.
But it was too late.
Interrupted Young Hero Duan's al and still want to run?
Sixteen Strange Fists were fiercely launched, and these people scread and fell to the ground.
Falling to the ground was one thing, but even more terrifying was that so of them, while coughing up blood, were shouting, "I want to be a hero!"
Understand that this group of warriors were native Fusang people, disdainful and unknowing of any Jiu Zhou language, yet at this mont, they were all shouting "I want to be a hero!", this scene was simply more horrifying than ghosts.
Even they didn't know why they were saying this, only feeling a strong will burst into their mind, completely irresistible.
"No, no, I am a samurai."
Their consistent samurai spirit was to kill, using all their strength and spirit to kill, but this conflicted with the erging will of "I want to be a hero!"
"I want to be a hero!" also involves killing, but not with the spirit of the samurai.
The intertwining wills caused them extre discomfort.
"Yai, Yai butterfly!"
The Fusang warriors' bodies received painful punches, their spirits tornted by the conflicting will, unable to endure, they all chose to kneel and commit suicide.
Thirteen warriors, one died faster than the other, and in an instant they were all dead.
This caused the onlookers to run even further.
This young man from Jiu Zhou was truly sinister, probably could even rival their Sadako.
For a while, the guests inside the barbecue tavern sat on pins and needles even more, eating vigorously, completely afraid to raise their heads.
As if rely eting the gaze of this outsider would an certain death.
Baka!
This Jiu Zhou guy is sinister to the core of his being!
Even though Duan Yun had already finished eating, owner Shinkata Rinko continued to lie, providing extre service that was unique to Fusang natives.
I wonder, Fusang people serving others truly have a set of rituals, kneeling at every turn, exposing their chests, whispering secrets here and there, giving a genuine sense of being at ho.
Provided that you are stronger than them, much stronger, at least full of martial virtue and ruthless.
Otherwise they are a pack of wolves eating at, treating you as a pig or dog to be slaughtered.
With the henchn dead, and a bunch of warriors dying in such sinister and eerie ways, the atmosphere of Fengwu City beca even more bizarre.
This feeling was like a pig you raise sitting in your chair, beating your child, sleeping with your wife, yet you can only watch helplessly.
How absurd, yet how powerless.
And at this mont, the whole city was eagerly awaiting two people.
Two people, almost like one.
Their great City Lord, the Deer and Horse Brothers!
Deer and Horse Brothers, truly an existence capable of subduing demons.
As long as they arrive, everything is no problem.
By this ti, Duan Yun had eaten almost enough.
Eating too much at always gives one a dizzying feeling, so he directly lay down, planning to nap for a while.
Despite being surrounded by nurous enemies who wished him dead, he slept peacefully.
Ziyu also sat there, nodding off.
This pair's attitude showed they really didn't take Fengwu City seriously.
Many Fusang martial artists couldn't help but be angered!
But seeing those corpses still there, rembering the scene of them shouting "I want to be a hero!" before dying, they could only feel a mont of anger, not daring any action.
Let alone those outside martial artists, even the diners inside the barbecue tavern whose mouths were now scorched ablaze, still dared not stop.
Because Duan Yun wanted them to eat, he hadn't said stop, so they dared not stop.
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