MTL - To Hold One’s Joy-Chapter 42 fight

  Chapter 42 Fighting

  Xiuyue shook her hand, half of the **** tea was spilled.

  Xiu Gu?

   Is this a coincidence, or does Miss Luo know her real name?

   "But you don't like it?" Luo Sheng asked lightly.

  Xiuyue regained her senses and tried her best to hide her complicated feelings: "It's my honor to be named by a girl, and there is no reason why I don't like it. It's just that I'm ugly, so I really don't dare to use the word 'xiu'."

  Luo Sheng smiled: "Essence is the essence of writing, and elegance is the essence. Does 'xiu' just refer to appearance? I think 'Xiu Gu' is very suitable."

  Xiuyue's lips twitched before she could say more, but Hongdou robbed her of the words: "Okay, there's so much talk about a name, the girl can call you whatever she wants."

  When she was brought to the girl, the girl was eating red bean soup, so she pointed to her and said, let’s call it red bean.

  Did she say anything?

   "Hongdou, Xiugu is much older than you, don't talk to Xiugu like that."

   "Understood." Hongdou replied resentfully, holding a bowl of tea and drinking tea depressed.

   A pot of **** tea was quickly finished, and the smell of **** tea still wafted in the dimly lit ruined temple, lingering in people's noses and only feeling warm in their hearts.

  Outside, ink clouds rolled, and it rained heavily.

  A young guard picked up the pot very diligently: "I'm going to wash the pots and dishes."

  Rainwater is the cleanest, and it is very convenient to wash pots and dishes. Now that the pot is washed, you can have a hot meal later.

  Ugly mother-in-law, uh, no, Xiugu not only tastes delicious barbecue, but also makes people want to swallow their tongues when making porridge and soup.

  The young guard walked out with the pot in anticipation. The others didn't take it seriously, chatting lively around the fire.

   After a while, Sheng Saburo, who cared most about lunch, looked at the temple gate, wondering, "Why hasn't Xiao Chuan come back yet? It won't take so long to wash the pot, right?"

  A guard in his thirties smiled and said, "Perhaps it is convenient to go."

   "Where is the best way to go in such heavy rain." Sheng Saburo stood up, "I'll go and see."

  Looking at the back of Sheng Sanlang striding towards the entrance of the temple, Luo Sheng suddenly said: "Cousin, be careful."

  Sheng Saburo turned his head and was taken aback when he met Luo Sheng's serious face.

  He wanted to say that nothing was wrong, but at this moment a flash of lightning illuminated the temple, and the thunder that followed made the whole ruined temple tremble.

  Sheng Saburo subconsciously glanced at the door.

  Outside the gate is the dark sky and the endless rain curtain, as if the gate is used as a boundary to divide the temple into two completely different worlds.

  The temple is filled with the warmth of **** tea, and outside the temple is unknown darkness.

   Sheng Saburo, who has always been fearless, suddenly felt a little nervous. After reaching the temple gate, he didn't go out directly, but stood at the gate and poked his probe out.

   Another flash of lightning pierced the sky, and Sheng Sanlang clearly saw the guard who had gone out before lying prone and motionless not far away.

  The cauldron fell on the side of the guard and was filled with rainwater.

  Sheng Saburo had sharp eyes, and saw the blood dripping from the body of the guard at the moment when the lightning illuminated his surroundings.

  Before he had time to exclaim in surprise, he saw a cold light covering his head, and hurriedly closed the temple door with lightning speed, pressed against the wooden door and shouted: "There are villains!"

   A few guards who sensed something was wrong immediately rushed over with their knives in hand.

   Bang bang bang, the door panel trembled violently, and someone was banging on the door.

  Sheng Saburo's expression was very ugly: "Xiao Chuan is dead!"

   Several guards clenched their knives tightly: "Young master, you go inside, and leave this place to the younger ones."

"no."

   Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw Luo Sheng walking over.

  Sheng Saburo pressed against the wooden door a little anxiously: "Cousin, why are you here to join in the fun, quickly hide inside!"

  Luo Sheng stared at the violently shaking door, and said calmly, "It's such a big place, where can we hide?"

  Sheng Saburo was even more anxious: "Then you can't stand at the door, the door will no longer hold up, and it will be dangerous for the bad guys to break in! Obedient, go inside!"

  Compared to Sheng Saburo's eagerness, Luo Sheng remained calm: "Cousin, don't you understand, the other party came prepared, today either you die or I live. If we can't win, no one can hide."

   "Then what should we do?" Sheng Sanlang's face became more and more ugly when he heard the door slamming like chasing his life.

  If there is no cousin, it will be a big deal to rush out and desperately, but now?

   "What else did my cousin see besides Xiao Chuan's body?"

   "No more, Xiao Chuan was attacked just after he was found lying on the ground."

   "Is that so." Luo Sheng turned and walked back, "The red beans come with me, cousin, please support for a while."

  Luo Sheng walked quickly towards the fire, pulled out a burning stick, and motioned for the red beans to take one too.

  The two returned holding sticks.

  Sheng Saburo's eyes lit up.

  Fire sticks are quite lethal, maybe even better than swords.

  Luo Sheng lowered his voice: "I'll count to three, cousin, you should immediately hide, and immediately attack as soon as the door is broken."

  The sounds of wind, thunder, rain, and slamming doors isolate the voices inside, so you don't have to worry about these conversations being heard by people outside.

  Sheng Saburo was a little hesitant: "Cousin, you can deal with at most one person in this way, in case there are too many people on the other side—"

  Luo Sheng interrupted Sheng Sanlang: "There won't be many people on the other side, and killing one is one. One, two, three—"

  The door panel that was about to fall apart was no longer allowed to delay, Luo Sheng quickly counted to three.

  Sheng Saburo and the others hid to the side, and the door panel shot directly inside, and at the same time, two black shadows rushed in.

  Several long knives fell all at once, and the two who rushed in out of control tried their best to dodge, but escaped most of the knives.

  Luo Sheng never blinked his eyes from the beginning to the end, let alone moved half a step, and swung the fire stick at the most suitable time.

  A scream accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh.

  The black shadow poked by the fire stick fell to the ground and rolled, and was soon cut to **** by the rain of knife light.

  The other person took advantage of this to get away, and a cold light in his hand cut the neck of a guard, and came straight to Luo Sheng.

  Hongdou held up a wooden stick that was burning with sparks and beat it up, cursing: "Where are you going? Blind your dog's eyes!"

  The man dodged the chaotic stick, kicked the red beans far away, and raised his knife to slash at Luo Sheng.

  Seeing that Luo Sheng was in danger, Sheng Sanlang rushed over and hugged the man's legs.

  The man flipped his wrist and slashed at Sheng Sanlang's neck.

  A guard rushed forward to block Sheng Sanlang, and the knife stabbed him in the back.

   Sheng Saburo shouted: "Old fish!"

  The man drew out the knife with his backhand, and Lao Yu's blood immediately spilled on Sheng Sanlang's head and face.

  Luo Sheng waved his sleeves at this moment and sprinkled chili noodles.

   Chopping up guards is like chopping watermelons, groaning in pain.

  Sheng Sanlang's boxing and kicking skills are not bad, seeing this, he immediately fought back with red eyes.

  When the two sides fight against each other, it often takes an instant to reverse the outcome.

  The villain with outstanding skills had burning eyes, but soon a flaw appeared, and he was hacked to death under random knives.

  The rain was still falling, and the smell of blood in the temple covered up the previous smell of **** tea, which was disgusting.

  Sheng Saburo looked at the scattered corpses in a daze, and subconsciously called out to his cousin.

  Thank you for the cup of milk tea, what’s the matter? (Have you ever had this kind of experience? You don’t need food in front of your eyes, but you just want to eat it when you see words such as cheese cake and spicy duck neck...)

  (end of this chapter)