Da Bong fights more people

Wang Zhenwen stretched out his right hand, staring at the thick calluses that had grown out of holding the pen all the year round, feeling exhausted:

"I have held a pen for decades, and I can't even hold a knife. I can't bear to watch him destroy the 600-year-old foundation of his ancestors, but he can't do anything. He is usually beautiful and has no military power in his hands. All power is given by the emperor. You can take it back. You are a scholar if you are useless, and you are a scholar if you are useless.

"Father has read books of sages and sages all his life, and the whole text is loyal to the emperor, loyal to the emperor, and loyal to the emperor. I want to ask Cheng Yasheng, what kind of emperor is loyal to his mother?"

He stood up suddenly, kicked the brazier away, and sparks exploded suddenly.

"What kind of king is loyal!"

At Maoshi, the sky was bright, and Emperor Yuan Jing was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown with pearls hanging down from his head.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the towering star observatory.

After a long time, he turned around and returned to the bedroom. The old eunuch was about to follow him in when the majestic and indifferent voice of Emperor Yuan Jing came from his ear:

"You don't have to follow."

The old eunuch then stopped outside.

After entering the bedroom, Emperor Yuan Jing walked on the clean floor, lowered his head, and took every step, as if he was measuring something.

After a dozen or so steps, he stopped, Yuan Jingdi cut his wrist with his fingertips, and blood flowed.

Walking on the ground, it formed a twisted and weird pattern.

After the formation was formed, Emperor Yuan Jing took out a transparent bead from his bosom, the size of a fist, and inside the bead was an eyeball with deep pupils, staring at Emperor Yuan Jing indifferently.

This is the treasure of the Witch God Cult, sealing one eye of the Witch God.

Contains a trace of the power of the witch god.

Emperor Yuan Jing let go of the bead, it did not fall to the ground, but hung in the air, and sprinkled streams of translucent energy.

As soon as these energies fell, they were dyed bright red by the formation formed by Emperor Yuan Jing's blood.

Vaguely, Emperor Yuan Jing heard the painful dragon chant coming from the ground, a golden light lit up in the center of the formation, and immediately, a golden dragon's head protruded slowly.

In the bead, the eyeball suddenly became much deeper, as if turning into a vortex, producing a huge suction force.

The golden dragon kept shaking his head, tried his best to resist the suction force, and let out bursts of shrill dragon chants that only special people could hear.

"Luck has dissipated so far, and the dragon's pulse is unstable, but it's still close, and it needs to be shaken again. After the matter of Wei Yuan is finalized, it will be announced to the world and the capital immediately.

"The abuse and resentment of more than 300 million people in the capital, and the panic of 300 million people about losing the war, are enough beads to extract the spirit of the dragon vein. Wei Yuan, what evil posthumous title should I give you?"

The corner of Emperor Yuan Jing's mouth twitched, he turned around abruptly, and walked outside the bedroom.

At Maoshi, it was not dawn.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who stayed overnight, stretched their waists and walked towards the gate of the yamen together.

At this point, it happened to be the time of o'clock, and there were gongs and silver gongs coming in non-stop. Along the way, Song Tingfeng looked at him strangely.

Yesterday, the scene of him enduring the humiliation in his crotch was vivid in his mind.

At any rate, he is still in the realm of refining gods, and he is quite talented. Unfortunately, his bones are too soft. No matter how high his cultivation level is, such a person cannot be a leader.

In the past, I saw him as a fool, but I felt that he was not prudent enough, but looking at it now, he is completely unbearable.

Sensing the gazes of colleagues around him, Song Tingfeng's gaze dimmed, and he immediately showed a nonchalant smile, maintaining a carefree attitude.

There was sadness in Zhu Guangxiao's eyes.

Originally, he should have endured the humiliation of his crotch once. It was Song Tingfeng who deliberately played cheap and threw his face on the ground, so that he could escape Zhu Chengzhu's troubles.

Zhu Guangxiao knew his character, and would rather die than not be humiliated by his crotch.

He is going to get married at the end of the year, start a family and start a business, and a beautiful life in the future is waiting for him. Song Tingfeng didn't want his good brother's beautiful life to be ruined, so he tore off his dignity and threw it on the ground for others to trample on.

Seeing Song Tingfeng's pretended relaxed appearance, Zhu Guangxiao thought of Xu Qi'an again, he walked swiftly, and after the news of Duke Wei's death in battle came back to the capital, he disappeared without a trace.

The people of the Xu family went to the building to be empty.

In the future, I will either hide my name or wander around the rivers and lakes.

"If Ning Yan was here, I wouldn't watch you be humiliated." Zhu Guangxiao gritted his teeth.

"And die with me?"

Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and said angrily: "After Wei Gong died, the capital couldn't tolerate him anymore. It's just right to leave. If he doesn't leave, I will also drive him away. If he doesn't leave, he won't be a brother."

Zhu Guangxiao grinned: "Yes."

Song Tingfeng suddenly let out a "bah" and cursed: "I don't know to leave the address, alas, I hope we will meet again in this life."

As soon as he walked to the door, he bumped into Zhu Chengzhu, who was wearing a silver gong uniform with a sword on his waist and hips.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao bowed their heads and walked quickly.

"stop!"

Zhu Chengzhu made a nonchalant voice, half turned around, looked at the two of them, and asked, "The yamen is at the point, where are you two going?"

Damn it!Song Tingfeng cursed secretly, with a flattering smile on his face, nodded and bowed and said:

"Zhu Yinluo, the two of us were on duty last night and are going back to rest."

Zhu Chengzhu was surprised and said, "You guys were on duty last night? Why didn't Ben Yingong know about it?"

Zhu Guangxiao raised his eyebrows immediately.

Zhu Chengzhu gave the order to be on duty last night. Li Yuchun entered the prison, and Zhu Chengzhu "enthusiastically" accepted the two of them.

Obviously, Zhu Chengzhu deliberately made things difficult for them.

"Yes, yes, maybe we have misremembered." Song Tingfeng nodded repeatedly, bowing his knees: "We will go back now, we will go back now."

Zhu Chengzhu originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach these two guys a lesson, but when he saw that Song was so humble, he shook his head and laughed.

He called the two of them again, and said leisurely: "On duty tonight, I will trouble you two, please work harder. The two of you are good friends with Dafeng's hero, Xu Qi'an, and they are both highly skilled people. Those who can do more work."

This is not to let people rest, but to exhaust them to death?

Song Tingfeng clenched his fist several times, then loosened it again, his face twitched slightly, but he didn't dare to offend the other party, bowed and said: "I understand, I understand."

He immediately turned around and led Zhu Guangxiao into the yamen.

Behind him, Zhu Chengzhu sneered and said, "Trash."