C1098 Was he mentally ill? He had to be cured! (2/2)

Bing Tai spun on top of the tatami like a trapped beast.

”...” I should be grateful that this is not my place to suffer, but my blessed land! ”It was here that I met my godfather, the Prime Minister …”

”I should be more thankful to E Balang and those people who insulted me. If not for their disgrace, it would have been impossible for me to become a member of the new world. I would be like those dead thugs who foolishly followed E Balang to cause trouble, and let the Prime Minister have a fair punishment in the end!”

”Tribulation is my benefactor, and this is my Blessed Land! ”Paradise, do you know …”

The two servants with weak legs were already kneeling on the tatami, their heads were on top of it and their bodies were trembling, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Only the shopkeeper with the broken arm could still hold on. Although he was kneeling on the ground, his waist was still straight, and his gaze was still on Bing Tai Lang.

After venting for more than twenty minutes, until the sun started to rise outside, until the surrounding streets started to fill up with onlookers, and some people even kneeled down to greet the Marquis. Only then did Bing Tai slowly calm down from his hysteria.

With a ”pa da” sound, a leather money bag was placed on the tatami. Looking at its weight, there were at least a few hundred Dragon-striated Silver Coin inside, and there were also rolls of paper money's shadow in the gaps of the rope.

”I've lost my composure. There are twenty thousand yuan worth of bounty here. Take it and decorate this shop properly!” When I have free time in the future, I will often come to your place to drink … After all, you all represent my previous life! ”

Bing Tai's mental illness had finally completely recovered. The aristocratic halo above his head could already turn all of his suffering and shame into a legend in the mouths of tens of thousands of people.

”Han Xin had been humiliated, but he was bestowed the title of marquis in the end! If the ancients could do it, why couldn't I? ” Bing Tai laughed merrily as she walked out of the tavern, leaving her neighbors kneeling at her door.

Looking at the heavy bag of money on the tatami, the shopkeeper with the broken hand had a sinister expression on his face. ”Why is that?”

Just as Bing Tai Lang was about to walk out of the tavern, Broken Hand Manager suddenly moved, he raised his leg and stepped on the tatami's blade sheath, and used his only left hand to pull out the costal deviation, releasing a cold light that pierced towards Bing Tai Lang.

”Eight!” Stupid … ”Go to hell!” His features were distorted in the roar.

”General, my lord, be careful …” Bing Tai almost subconsciously shifted his body to the side to dodge the evil wind behind him. Then, he pulled out his blade with a backhand motion, and the famous calligraphy Ju Ming was drawn out of the scabbard.

Bing Tai didn't even look back as he waved his hand behind him, his cold blade cutting down towards the wind in an arc.

This was an intuition that came out purely from practicing on the battlefield. It was a true killing sword technique, not something that could be honed from a competition between training halls.

”En!” With a stuffy groan, Bing Tai's left rib military uniform had a cut cut on it, revealing an inch long wound. The wound wasn't too deep, and only scratched the skin.