flstandardbreds Chapter 239 Decadence
Chapter 239 Decadence
In the small town at the foot of Qingyang Mountain, Qingling sat alone in a high building, looking at the hustle and bustle of traffic below. He held a white jade long-necked wine bottle in his hand, and at his feet was an empty bottle that had been drunk.
"You are looking for death. Are you blind? How dare you bump into me?" On the street, a man dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a fierce face looked at the young man who was pushed to the ground with impatience.
The boy had a slender figure and his clothes, although tattered, were very clean.
Because he was too thin, his cheekbones appeared prominent, and because he had been oppressed for a long time, he was afraid to look people in the eye.
With his head down, he looked timid.
"Speak, are you fucking mute?" The man in gorgeous clothes spoke again.
The young man lying on the ground finally reacted, immediately knelt on the ground, and kowtowed for mercy.
"Master, please forgive me. You are a magnanimous person. Yes, I was blind and offended you." The young man kowtowed in fear and begged for mercy.
His movements were hurried and frantic, making him look particularly funny. He actually succeeded in making the rich man sitting across from him laugh.
However, the boy thought that he could escape this disaster by luck, but he didn't expect that the next moment, he was kicked out and hit a street stall.
The goods from the stalls were scattered all over the street.
"Who are you? It's a disgrace to my eyes to see you." The man in fancy clothes said arrogantly.
The people around were all silent, and no one dared to step forward to help.
The young man was kicked out hard, kicked in the abdomen and hit in the back, which can be said to be attacked from both front and back.
He instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red.
There was a gasp from the crowd, and whispers gradually spread.
But still no one dared to move forward.
The man in fancy clothes glanced at the people watching the excitement around him one by one, with an expression full of sarcasm and arrogance on his face.
His head was held high, like a rooster that had just crowed.
The followers following behind him also looked arrogant.
There were also passersby around who were dissatisfied, but because they were so numerous, it was difficult for them to step forward and uphold justice.
The man in fancy clothes tugged at his collar and was about to leave with a smug smile.
Just as he took a step: "Crash--Ah!" The sound of porcelain breaking was accompanied by wailing.
The man in Chinese clothes covered his head and fell to the ground.
Blood instantly oozed from his head. He looked up and said, "Which bastard dared to plot against me?"
When I looked up, I only saw a group of people watching the fun, and it was impossible to tell who was behind it.
The man in fancy clothes cursed as he was helped up by his followers.
"Sir, are you okay?" the follower asked with concern.
The man in fancy clothes didn't appreciate it at all and pushed away the follower who came over: "My head is bleeding. You ask me if I'm okay. Let me hit you and you'll know if I'm okay."
The attendant quickly lowered his head and dared not come forward again.
"Sir, the person is there!" Another follower stood up and pointed to the position diagonally above.
The man in fancy clothes covered his head with one hand and looked up. There was a man next to the railing on the third floor of the inn.
He immediately called out to his men, "Go, arrest him for me."
"Yes," the followers answered in unison, and then swarmed into the inn.
The shopkeeper wanted to stop them, but he was powerless and could only watch them walk upstairs.
After a while, a group of people came to the third floor.
There was only one other guest on the third floor, and they noticed the bottle of wine at his feet.
One of them stood up, pointed at him and said arrogantly: "You are the one who hit our young master?"
However, he was met with indifference.
Everyone was confused about where he was coming from. They looked at each other and the leader gave the order: "Go."
Everyone rushed forward and tried to forcibly take the man downstairs.
On the street, a man in fancy clothes was waiting for his men to catch the culprit.
He was already thinking about how he would return his pain a hundredfold.
He wanted to let that person know that he was not someone to be trifled with.
However, after a long time without any movement, I was wondering when suddenly a figure fell from the third floor.
There were screams as well, and before the man in fancy clothes could see clearly, more figures fell down one after another.
A moment later, people were lying all over the street, wailing.
The man in Chinese clothes now saw clearly that these people were all brought by him.
He was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly: "You rubbish."
Then he looked up and shouted to the people upstairs: "Whoever's upstairs, come down here if you dare. I'm going to kill you today."
He seemed to have not realized the seriousness of the problem and was still shouting arrogantly.
The next moment, the people upstairs did not come down, and many people in black suddenly rushed out from all around the street.
They were all dressed in black, holding swords, with solemn expressions.
For a time, it occupied the entire street.
The people who were watching the excitement suddenly felt that something was wrong, and those who were smart enough to watch retreated and dodged.
For a moment, the streets seemed to be cleared in an instant.
The only ones left now were the young man in gorgeous clothes who had been shouting, and the followers around him.
"Who are they?" Although the young man in fancy clothes had an arrogant attitude, he also realized that something was wrong.
It's just that his realization came a little too late, and it was too late to retreat.
Qingxi brought his men to the door of the inn and looked back at the man with a fierce look on his face before entering.
The young man in gorgeous clothes was glared at and immediately became furious. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he was stopped in time by the followers behind him.
"Young Master, they, they seem to be from the Qingyang Sect." said the follower.
When the man heard it, he realized what was happening and his face turned pale instantly.
My legs and feet immediately went weak and I was about to fall down, but fortunately someone behind me supported me in time.
"How, how could it be the Qingyang Sect? Could the people there be..."
Qingxi went up to the third floor, where there was only one guest.
"Young Master." Qingxi stepped forward alone and called out.
Qingling didn't even raise his eyelids, just drank his wine.
Qingxi raised her head and looked at Qingling's current appearance.
He was completely lost and like a walking corpse, only knowing how to drink.
He thought for a moment and said, "Sir, if the girl knew you were like this, she would definitely be heartbroken."
Qing Ling paused in his drinking, and finally looked up at Qing Xi, but his eyes were not friendly: "What did you say?"
Qingxi swallowed and said again: "If the girl were here, she would definitely not want to see you like this."
"Get out!" Qingling roared, and then a wine bottle hit Qingxi's feet.
Qingxi wanted to say something but stopped herself. Finally, she sighed in her heart and turned away.
There was only one person left on the third floor again.
Qingling picked up the new bottle of wine and was about to drink it all when Qingxi's words suddenly appeared in his mind.
If Song Yu saw him like this...
If Song Yu knew...