But we can't lose in momentum.

"Okay, kid, just wait for me."

Seeing the other party's tough words, Fengyun turned around and left without saying a word.

Just take out the longbow and you will see five stars in a row.

The young man never believed until his death that the other party would attack him directly.

The people in the tavern were also confused. Wasn't it just a verbal dispute? How could someone kill someone over a disagreement?

"Young man, impulse is the devil. You've killed someone, run!"

"Yes, young man. Run! The authorities will be here soon."

“…”

Seeing everyone saying this, Xia Mengling also panicked.

"Brother Fengyun, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have said you were my boyfriend. Now you've been implicated by me, you'd better run away."

Fengyun acted as if nothing had happened, waved his hands, and said with a relaxed smile:

"It's okay, let's wait for the officers and soldiers to come and put an end to this matter."

"No, Brother Fengyun, if you don't run away now, the soldiers will come and arrest you and put you in jail."

"It's okay." Feng Yun said indifferently.

You know what, the soldiers arrived really quickly; the killing took less than a minute.

"Has anyone reported a murder here? Who is the murderer?"

Looking at the corpse on the ground, an officer quickly locked onto Fengyun.

But at this moment, the originally ferocious expression instantly turned into a gust of spring breeze, and he came to Fengyun with a grin.

"General Fuwei, what happened here?"

"Nothing, I just dealt with a Yellow Turban spy."