The next moment, Cui Hongliang collapsed directly into a pool of blood. After half a minute of screaming and wailing, he died of pain...

And Jing Rulin had long lost his mind at this time.

Looking at the miserable and terrifying scene in front of the teahouse, no one dared to surround him, and the guests at the teahouse also changed their expressions and scattered in a hurry.

Looking at the guests who were frightened and scattered, the owner of the teahouse closed the door and hid in the teahouse and shivered. Through the curtains and curtains in the door, he secretly paid attention to the development of the out-of-compulsiveness...

Most people didn't know what was going on. When they turned their eyes to the place where the screams were heard, there were only servants who rolled in their heads, covered their eyes and howled, and Cui Hongliang's creepy bloody bones...

Even a few passers-by who paid attention to the previous incident looked shocked and puzzled. When Cui Hongliang ordered his subordinates to surround Jing Rulin, the passers-by also curiously turned their eyes over.

But surrounded by the human wall, they just vaguely looked at the back of an old man.

However, the next moment, a white light flashed by, and the old man surrounded by a group of servants disappeared, and the servants were all lying on the ground, and Cui Hongliang was already tragic...

...

On the roof of the high teahouse, two figures stand side by side.

One is tall and slender, the other is slightly hunched.

And this slightly hunched old man in brown clothes was Jing Rulin.

Next to Jing Rulin was a young man with jade belts and boots, slender figure and holding a folding fan.

However, what impressed the most was the young man's eyebrows.

The upper side of the young man's right eyebrow was gray, which was extremely inconsistent with his young temperament and was quite strange.

The young man tapped his folding fan in his hand, with a little playful look on his face. He sighed softly and complained to Jing Rulin beside him:

"Senior Jing, your move is really a bit ruthless, which makes us unable to talk well in this teahouse."

Just heard Jing Rulin speak lightly and say:

"Be patient, let two, no need to three, I have given him a chance. If I were twenty years younger and less kind, he might have been a pile of bones yesterday.

He didn't know that in this world, many times, silence does not mean swallowing anger, or it may be disdain. Since he regards my tolerance as his capital for his presumptuousness, I don't need mercy."

Listening to Jing Rulin's answer, the young man grinned:

"Yes, for such arrogant and domineering and arrogant masters, it's okay to teach a lesson. Senior Jing, why don't we find another teahouse?"

Jing Rulin shook his head and said:

"No, it's pretty good here, it's very quiet and no one will bother us."

The young man nodded with a smile, undeniable.

I saw Jing Rulin's eyes glanced lightly and swept over the young man's white eyebrows. After a brief look at the young man, he slowly spoke and asked:
Chapter completed!