My brother is so stable

Di Xin muttered, with a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, "Alright."

He took a candlestick casually, threw it on the gorgeous bed, then turned and walked towards the top floor of the Star Picking Building.

Banished to Sendai.

Sitting on the Banished Immortal Terrace, one can see how chaotic Chaoge City is at the moment, and one can see the Zhou army rampaging on the road in the west city.

Even if I can leave tonight, what then?

The teacher said that as long as the fortune of Dashang and the country is in one day, he will be safe and sound.

On the contrary, it is dangerous.

Why didn't he understand that the so-called immortal didn't dare to directly kill himself, the mortal emperor, so he had to use the hands of Ji Fa to replace the merchants with the Zhou Dynasty, that's all.

The widow escaped from Chaoge City, but was chased and killed by these gods and died somewhere randomly.

but!

The defeat of the widow is not the defeat of the army, not the loss of morality, and not the betrayal of relatives!

The defeat of the widows, the defeat in this world, what a saint, how powerful!

It's unfair to lose on this day...

It's not fair.

Di Xin took a deep breath and stood on the tall building leaning on his sword, trying to find something in the dark night.

At the same time, outside Chaoge City, in the tent that Zhou Jun had just set up.

Sitting on the wooden chair, Ji Fa listened to the good news coming from outside, with a little expectation in his eyes.

He wanted to lead the army, but was persuaded by Jiang Shang and the ministers, so he had to stay here and wait for the moment when he became the son of destiny.

Ji Fa seemed to have sensed that the so-called luck gathered above his head.

The open palm seems to be able to hold the entire world!

A soldier outside the tent quickly stepped into the tent with his head down and a tray in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"My lord, it's time for you to eat."

"No, where can I eat at this time?"

Ji Fa stood up, and sighed with his hands behind his back: "The soldiers are fighting in front, but this king can't go forward to fight the enemy with all the soldiers, how can I bear it."

The soldier took two steps forward and said in a low voice, "Don't burn yourself out."

Ji Fa frowned, why is this soldier so ignorant?

Suddenly, the soldier raised his head, a pink light flashed across his eyes, and a stream of light flew out from under the tray, aiming at Ji Fa's neck!

Ji froze in place, unable to move at all.

But when the cold light was about to touch Ji Fa's neck, a big hand appeared out of nowhere, holding the silver needle magic weapon firmly, and crushed it at will.

Yang Jian frowned and looked at the soldier, with a look of helplessness in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Yang Jian's duty is to offend, fellow daoist."

The soldier looked a little flustered, but when he looked up at Yang Jian, there was a pink light shining in his eyes.

But Yang Jian was the same, there was a slit in the vertical eyes on his forehead, and a ray of divine light shot out, directly kicking the soldier out of the camp, sealing her primordial spirit.

There were a few more scolding sounds from outside the tent, several guards took off their armor and entered the tent with magic weapons.

Yang Jian took out the Roaring Dog from his bosom, and threw it towards the front. The Roaring Dog turned into the size of a giant elephant in a blink of an eye, opened its mouth, and directly swallowed these witches.

When Xiao Tiangou turned into white light and went back into Yang Jian's arms, several witches and the soldier were bound by the fairy rope and piled up outside the tent.

Ji Fa was already in a coma at this moment.

Yang Jian arranged for the accompanying Gong'e to come to serve, so he personally guarded the witches who came to assassinate, and waited for the grand master to return to the camp.

"Your Majesty..."

The 'soldier' ​​called out softly, his body trembling continuously, and slowly returning to his original appearance.

Demon concubine, Daji.

Yang Jian didn't answer, just stood quietly and looked towards the city.

The fire surged from the upper floors of the Star Picking Building, which was originally a wooden Star Picking Building, like a torch.

Di Xin had already felt the waves of heat, and he, who had been standing still, finally moved.

What method should be used to let the widow's people know that the widow has not retreated nor fled.

Di Xin stood up, looking at the sky, the land, and the big city that was up and down in the flames of war, feeling the panic and fear of his people.

After all, it was Wang Wuneng.

cocoa!

What is my sin, why do I follow the sky!

What has happened to my generation, and what is the penalty for it!

That's all, that's all!

The widow didn't make many excuses, after all, he couldn't resist the burden placed on his shoulders by his ancestors.

But the backbone of my great business descendants should be carried by the king!

The edge of the sword slashed across, and blood surged in my heart.

Di Xin stared wide-eyed, leaning on the hilt of the long sword with one hand, sitting cross-legged on the roof of Zhaixing Building, his face flushed, but he tried not to let out a half-cry of pain.

Father... the child is useless...

It turned out that the widow was not destiny.

7 Chapter Twenty

On Little Qiong Peak, fallen leaves kept falling.

Li Changshou was silent.