After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

Chapter 110 Beating up the stalker

Murong Yanhui smiled coldly, wondering whether he had not checked the almanac before going out today, or whether today was an auspicious day, as he had been encountering new things since morning.

Mo Rongyanhui calmly retracted the carriage and ordered the coachman to drive the carriage towards another street.

The person who was watching just glanced at the carriage casually and then continued to pay attention to the shop.

Murong Yanhui saw all of this in the car, and couldn't help but feel that these people were coming for Yu Qingli, so he made up his mind to give them a good beating.

The carriage stopped on the street behind The Story of the Stone. Nangong Che slid down from the carriage as quickly as a swimming fish.

Dong Tiao Street and Xi Tiao Street are adjacent to each other. Both streets are straight and horizontal like a chessboard. Therefore, when Murong Yan got out of the car, she saw the person who was following her, still lying at the corner of the street with full concentration.

He is quite loyal.

Murong Yanhui smiled coldly, turned around and immediately saw a few little beggars. His eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind.

Murong Yanhui took out five taels of silver and tossed it into the air. "Everyone, do you have time to help me?"

It was a time of disaster and the little beggars had not had any food for many days. When they saw the five taels of silver, their eyes widened.

This is enough for them to feast on in Taotie Tower!

"Sir, what do you want?" Immediately, the little beggars surrounded him.

Murong Yanhui pointed at the man at the corner of the street and asked, "Did you see that man?"

The little beggars looked in the direction Murong Yan pointed and nodded.

"Buy a pack of firecrackers and tie them to him and light them. The rest of the money will be yours!" Murong Yanhui smiled like a fox.

"Okay! No problem!" The leading beggar snatched the silver from Murong Yan's hand and said confidently, "Sir, please come in!"

Murong Yanhui had to admit that these little beggars were very efficient. He only waited for a few minutes before they came back with their firecrackers. The leader was holding a half-burned incense stick in his hand.

He just waved his hand, and a group of little beggars immediately swarmed around the person who was following them.

"Master, please give me some reward. I haven't eaten for three days."

"Master, please give me some reward. I wish your family all the best."

The little beggars used their usual skills to surround the stalker, and Murong Yanhui couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He was really looking forward to the good show that was about to happen.

"Get out of here! Get out of my way!" The stalking man was suddenly and inexplicably surrounded by a group of beggars in their teens. His nose was filled with all kinds of strange smells, and he couldn't help but get angry.

But the little beggars were used to being pushed and shoved on a daily basis, and now that they had money to pay, they were not willing to let him get away easily. They all used all their strength to surround the man more and more tightly.

Their bodies rubbed and collided with each other, and some of them deliberately smeared the food in their hands on the men's bodies.

The leading little beggar took this opportunity to tie the string of firecrackers firmly to the man's belt.

"Damn it, don't be shameless or I'll beat you to death! Get out of here now!" The man finally got angry. He pulled out the dagger hidden on his body with a whoosh, and the blade was shining brightly.

It seemed as if it was really the dagger that frightened the little beggars. Someone suddenly screamed, "Murder! Run!"

The beggars immediately scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only the empty alley and the stalker who was unable to react for a while.

"five four three two one."

Murong Yan looked back at the lit fuse and muttered something in his mind, then covered his ears with his hands. There was a series of crackling sounds, and because it happened in this alley, the explosion made the ground seem to tremble.

The stalker was caught off guard and was so frightened that he ran towards Xijo Street.

Murong Yanhui smiled, turned sideways and stretched out a long leg. The stalker was only concerned with escaping and had no idea that there was an ambush. He accidentally fell to the ground.

The stalker's body hit the cold bluestone slab hard, and he cried out in pain. As soon as he finished speaking, the firecrackers finally stopped exploding.

Murong Yanhui waved his sleeves to fan away the strong smell of gunpowder, and stared coldly at the stalker from above.

At the same time, the guests in "The Story of the Stone" also stuck their heads out curiously.

Everyone lined up by the window, and one of the customers scolded the boss with a smile: "Oh my god, you are such a mean boss! You've been open for so long, and you suddenly set off firecrackers. You scared my little baby!"

Another one also laughed gloatingly and said, "Isn't it? Boss, your business is so booming, and you're still setting off firecrackers. Aren't you just trying to piss off your next-door neighbor?"

The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead with embarrassment, thinking, who is trying to harm him? He didn't ask anyone to set off firecrackers.

Yu Qingli looked at the boss and felt that the firecrackers were exploding in a strange way. She squeezed to the window and saw that Murong Yanhui's carriage downstairs was gone, and Murong Yanhui had not appeared since she went upstairs.

Could it be that he was distracted by something interesting again?

Yu Qingli thought about it in her heart, but she was not angry at all. She just felt that this was the best opportunity given to her by God to get rid of Murong Yan.

If you don't go now, when will you wait?

Yu Qingli didn't think any more, turned around and walked down the stairs in a few steps. When she got to the front of the building, she looked around carefully to make sure that Murong Yan didn't come back. Then she lifted her skirt slightly and ran quickly towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Just when Yu Qingli ran out of "The Story of the Stone", Murong Yanhui was dragging the stalker back to the alley of Dongjo Street. He happened to have his back to Dongjo Street and did not see Yu Qingli running away.

Murong Yanhui used two fingers to pick up the stalker, exerted a little force on his wrist, and threw the stalker into the corner. He then took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then glanced around and stepped hard on the cheek of the stalker who was about to escape.

"Tell me, who sent you to spy on me? If your explanation satisfies me, I can let you die gracefully."

Murong Yanhui's long legs formed a perfect forty-five-degree angle with the stalker's cheek. His legs were placed straight on the stalker's face without any effort at all. Instead, he smiled extremely brightly.

The stalker was surprised to see that the person he was following had actually stepped on him. "Sir, sir, I'm just passing by. I don't understand a word you said. Please forgive me!"

"Oh?" Murong Yan smiled back. "Did I see it wrong? We left the Prime Minister's Mansion. Could it be that you and I are on the same road? Are we also going to the Stone Record to exchange stones?"

"This... this villain, this villain is going home."

"Go home? There's a flood everywhere now. Why would you, a strong man, go home if you don't go to work on the dike? I'll take you to the prime minister and give you a good beating."

"Sir, sir, please forgive me. I have an eighty-year-old mother at home and a young child waiting for me to support."

The stalker just pretended to cry, but he couldn't hide the contempt and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Murong Yanhui had such a keen eye that he could see through the stalker's thoughts at a glance.

He smiled coldly and stepped a little harder, "Stop pretending. Even if you're not tired, I'm tired just looking at you. And what's wrong with your eyesight? It looks like a sentence to me."

The stalker was stunned, and when he saw Murong Yanhui, a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"From my perspective, it really seems like the saying, 'Taking advantage of someone's misfortune is unworthy of a gentleman.'"

Seeing that Murong Yanhui was in a trance, the stalker simply snorted coldly and asked, "Isn't it?"

Murong Yanhui suddenly looked up and smiled, thinking that today was really exciting. What a drama was being performed one after another.

"First, I am the King of Yan. Whether I am a gentleman or not depends entirely on my mood. Second, haven't you heard that deception is acceptable in war?"

The stalker remained silent for a moment, only thinking in his mind how he could escape unscathed from Murong Yanhui's hands.

Before leaving, the Prime Minister gave many instructions, saying that he must not be discovered and his identity must not be exposed. Now that Murong Yanhui has discovered him, the very least he must not be implicated.

Murong Yanhui looked at the stalker in silence, then suddenly smiled slowly, flipped his right hand, and took the stalker's dagger in his hand.

The tip of the dagger kept shaking in front of the stalker's eyes, creating a series of halos that made a drop of sweat slide down the stalker's forehead.

"My patience has run out." Murong Yan replied coldly, "Since you are so loyal, I will grant your wish."

As soon as Murong Yan finished her reply, the dagger stabbed fiercely at the stalker's eyes. After all, the stalker was not an ordinary person. In such a crisis, he suddenly leaned against the wall with his back and moved up three inches like a gecko. He opened his mouth and bit the dagger fiercely. Then he closed his steel teeth and bit the dagger off with a "crackling" sound.

Murong Yanhui did not expect the opponent to be so fierce, and quickly dropped the half-broken dagger in his hand and retreated, but the stalker did not give up.

Taking advantage of this godsend opportunity, he shook his head and the tip of the dagger flew towards Murong Yan, and took the opportunity to run quickly towards the street corner.

Murong Yan turned his foot and waved the sleeve inside his robe, and the tip of the dagger fell down. Then he pointed his toes again, and the tip of the dagger flew towards the back of the stalker again.

"This dagger is so cheap, I'll give it back to you!" Murong Yan retorted, but his movements did not stop for a moment. He turned over and blocked the stalker's way.

"Bang, bang, bang" After a series of sounds like firecrackers, Murong Yanhui and the stalker fell to the ground. All this happened in a flash. In just a few blinks of an eye, the two men had exchanged hundreds of moves.

Murong Yanhui stood back, shrugged, and coldly looked at the stalker, saying, "I'm sparing your life not because I can't bring myself to kill you, but because I want you to go back and tell your master not to mess with me or Lili again. You won't be so lucky next time."

The stalker covered his wound silently, blood slowly seeping out from between his fingers.

Murong Yanhui frowned in disgust, "Get out of here!"