Chapter Three hundred and ninety-eight: Stop the beggar who lives

It was a Bright Lights, Big City old street, narrow and crowded, lined with small open air stalls, lit up at night and stretching to the end, bright but beautiful, like a night market.

And the crowd here mixed fish and dragons, draw boxing eat wine, talk string, the atmosphere is quite lively.

Yang Feng knows several old wineries, then hide in this old street.

The cool breeze of the night, blowing from a distance, carries the lively atmosphere of the street and a strong smell of wine.

Yang Feng along with the taste to find, and soon found the first.

The Front of the store is not big, but mahogany green tiles, antique furnishings, under the door plaque, hanging around two big red lanterns, you can see the inside of the big brown wine altar.

The boss was lying in a rocking chair by the door in a grey Tang suit, his eyes were closed and he was playing with a string of red strings in his hand.

Yang Feng surveyed the man and went up to call the boss.

Sloth lifts his eyelids, glances at him, and then closes them.

"Can I help you? "

"Has the boss seen a dirty old man come here to buy wine? "

The boss pulls the finger of string bead suddenly a meal, when opening an eye again, in the eye not polite at all.

"No, " he said, in a perfunctory tone.

Yang Feng does not believe, open mouth, was about to ask more, the boss will be impatient to swing hand, send him not to do business words quickly away.

But under, Yang Feng had to shut up, left silently.

After that, he went to many other houses, without exception, because he came to inquire about people and gave the order to leave. Although it seemed that he did not want to waste his time on a person who did not do business, Yang Feng morning heard that the alley was very chaotic, the old days of fighting and killing and setting fires are better now.

Xu is the early thought deposition, now still in the lane for the people to inquire about this matter is still very keen, are not willing to trouble.

Round and round, Yang Feng almost looked for the entire alley of the winery, and finally only one, he also deliberately brewing a change in the way the inquiry.

He raised his forefoot and was about to enter the threshold when a noisy footstep came to his ear.

Yang Feng stopped and looked at him. He saw several men dressed like men of the market. When they saw him, they pointed at him and shouted, "It's him! "

Yang Feng found not good, quickly put back out of the front foot, started to run.

"Go! "

A few people chasing after him, Yang Feng all the way in the alley in the chaos, in the night, in addition to the colorful lights is the same open-air shop, where he ran to feel the same.

Imperceptibly, Yang Feng rushed into a dead end, just then the group of people have been left and right package up, in front of him, only now bottomless ancient hutong.

Yang Feng swept the eyes around the eyes of several people, each sleeve exposed cold light, in the eyes kill all, the danger of the atmosphere with the night wind slowly spread.

Yang Feng stood in place hesitated, on both sides of the man has exposed the sleeve of the soft sword, soft sword shaking, issued humming sound, sword Blade Sharp, cold glare.

Several people carry sword attack, Yang Feng Dodge, the other side reaction is also very fast, quickly change attack direction, knife point from Yang Feng abdomen before the row, sword gas is fierce, click a cut out of his clothes, inside the wheat skin is clearly visible.

Yang Feng took a deep breath, jumped back and forth, half of the body hidden in the alley in the night.

He looked down at the scar on his lower abdomen and frowned.

This group is clearly the Yu family's top ace, otherwise would not be so strong to suppress him.

Not much to think about, those few people again fly, carrying a strong wind, wind blowing before the broken hair flying, clothes also Bang Bang.

In the face of such pressure, Yang Feng as heels to the ground, feet can not move a hair, can only watch a few cold shiny knife to his forehead forced.

Close to the amount of time, Yang Feng Pi lower the waist, lifting the feet to several people's wrist to kick, strong return, several people shock hands, Yang Feng's strength to pop out of the alley, fell outside on the uneven stone road.

Yang Feng just turns over to fall to the ground, both feet channeling a hemp meaning.

The blow had done him no good, and now both legs were trembling, as soft as butter.

A few people eye to eye, patted the place that is kicked heavy on the wrist, MOU light is colder, next two words don't say, attacked again come up.

The war situation is once again hair-trigger, several people play Sharp, incur fatal, Yang Feng Dodge too late, do not hope to be able to counter.

After a knife Light Sword Shadow, fly sand stone, Yang Feng body was wounded by knife, dark alley slowly rose a pungent blood gas.

The wound on the body blood trickle, PATA PATA hit the ground, the sound in the alley mouth is very loud.

Yang Feng gritted his teeth, breathed in a few times, and was forced to join the battle. In the face of several very sharp long swords, he had no room for any counterattack at all. In desperation, he could only get away from the battle situation first and pull away from several people, the gory wound on the arm was held in his arms, and the hot sweat of the big bean on his forehead landed at his feet

If we keep this up, we're GONNA die here.

Yang Feng looked around, suddenly tightened the palm of his hand, pinch the blood overflowing the fingers, turned his head also not back to the deep alley and go.

Dead End or not, it's his only option.

Fortunately, inside the road twists and turns complex, in all directions, Yang turned left and right, I do not know how long to run, then the sound of the footsteps thrown farther and farther, and finally disappeared in the ear.

He breathed heavily, and looked back into the deep, quiet alley, relieved.

Florida

"PSST... "

Just put down the heart, foot do not know by something trip, Yang Feng head on the ground, abdomen cough up something hard and long, the wound also with the sudden vibration and tear.

Yang Feng painful bare tooth grin, bit the tooth to endure, one side low scold a way: "What thing? " One side prop up ground slowly to climb.

He fell to the wall and sat on the ground, breathing heavily with his head raised, and with his eyes closed he could feel the constant loss of blood from the wound.

After a long time, Yang Feng finally stabilized the body of the strange, tired eyes opened just tripped over his own things, do not want to, turned out to be a ragged, unkempt face, against the wall sleeping beggar.

Yang Feng face black line, he actually because of a sleeping beggar and delayed the precious escape time?

Not allowing him to rest any longer, a flurry of feet sprang up, and in the twinkling of an eye surrounded him and the beggar, surrounded by several tall figures, the soft sword still gleaming with blood.

Yang Feng has no language, fidgety stare ground from time to time hit the mouth, sleep sweet person, could not help but kick him a foot, at random lambaste.

"What's wrong with sleeping here, beggar? It's in my way. "

The people on the ground HMMM A, leisurely turn to wake up, slowly looked up to Yang Feng.

In the dim light, the face was exposed to Yang Feng, who had been looking for him all night.