I, Dong Zhuo, love the people like a son

"Young man?" Xu Huang was dumbfounded.

"Well, it looks like he's only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he's quite strong and his moves are exquisite."

At this moment, another order came in from outside the door, with quick steps, but his expression was not too frightened, but seemed to be a little happy: "Commander Da Qu, Dong Jun is here to persuade you to surrender!"

"Persuade to surrender?" Yang Feng thought about it, got up and said, "Go out and have a look."

Xu Huang couldn't help but glanced at Xing Hua again, but didn't say anything.

……

Yangcheng is not big, but the Fen River flows through it, and the surrounding canal is considered to have a moat.After Yang Feng rushed to the city wall, he was a little dumbfounded when he heard the other party's persuasion to surrender.

It turned out that the great Han Xiangguo presided over it himself.

The words are also very novel.

"Folks of Baibo Valley, this old man has seen through your fragility and bravery, and cares about your sorrow. Don't rebel, can this old man grow potatoes and support you?"

"We big Han people don't beat big Han people."

"There is true love in the world, and we should be together..."

Old Dong, who was shouting vigorously with a loudspeaker, was even more...excited when he saw Yang Feng and others appearing: "Feng, this old man came here with sincerity!"

As he spoke, he called to Zhao Yun beside him: "Zilong, shoot over quickly and let them see."

Zhao Yun picked up his bow and set up an arrow, and shot the spiked arrow wrapped in yellow silk, which hit the female wall at the top of the city.Yang Feng pulled it out twice suspiciously, but suddenly found that he hadn't pulled it out yet.

It was Xu Huang who made the move and squeezed it out with all his strength.

When I opened it, I was puzzled at first, and then calmed down: "My lord, this is an edict from the emperor. It is said that we are in trouble because the government is not good for the government, and there is no way out."

"Now the prime minister is about to bring order out of chaos, and is about to comfort the world with benevolence and virtue. He ordered us to lay down our weapons and surrender. Get rid of those who have committed the most heinous crimes, and the rest will be left alone."

"Edict from the Son of Heaven?" Yang Feng took it immediately, and soon realized... oh, he was illiterate.

I just feel that the yellow silk is smooth and dense, as bright as a cloud brocade, and there is a red seal on it, it seems, should, probably be true, right?

"Gongming used to be an official of the imperial court, do you think this edict is true?"

"So..." Xu Huang's face was very gloomy at the time, but he still replied honestly: "Master, so and so was only a county official before, and later served as the magistrate of Yang County."

"Not to mention that you led an army to seize the city not long after you took office. Even if you have been in office, it is impossible to see the emperor's edict..."

Upon hearing this, Xing Hua's expression changed: You haven't seen it before, and you spoke so logically last time?

"Feng, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, we mainly want to show our sincerity!" The old Dong under the city spoke again at the right time, and said, "If you don't believe in the emperor's edict, I have prepared this."

This time without waiting for his order, Zhao Yun shot another arrow.

Xu Huang struggled to pull it out again, and as expected, it was a piece of Luoyang Metropolis Daily.

The content was almost the same as the emperor's edict, and the person who signed it was replaced by the old Dong, saying that if he did not keep his word, the whole world could discuss it together...

The way things are going, the smell... too aggressive.

Xu Huang didn't even bother to look at Xing Hua again, and even guessed what kind of plot would be next.

Sure enough, afterward, Old Dong's hands were mean to pull Huangfusong.

Huangfusong with a dark face refused to answer Old Dong's loudspeaker, saying: "Xiangguo, I can't write a letter and shoot it up, I have to do this..."

"So what?"

"Is it okay to be like a trafficker and pawn, shouting loudly and insulting the gentleman?"

"Huh?..." Old Dong's smiling face suddenly changed, "What do you mean, the old man is embarrassing you this time?"

"This old man didn't mean that..."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Old man..."

What else can Huang Fusong say?

When a person is more powerful than you and shameless enough, you have nothing to do with him.

Reluctantly, he had no choice but to take over the big wooden horn, and after trying it out, he shouted shamefully towards the top of the city: "Ahem...Old man, it is Huang Fusong, the Taiwei of the Great Han dynasty."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Feng and Han Xian's expression changed immediately.

Han Xian couldn't help but panic and said: "Old man, are you the executioner who killed my [-] Yellow Turbans in Hebei?"

Huangfu Song was furious when he heard the words, and opened his mouth to scold.

At this moment, a generous palm rested on his shoulder: "Yizhen, what did you promise the old man before you came?"

It's okay if you don't mention this, but when you mention it, the corners of Huangfusong's eyes twitched, and his blood pressure went up: "Old man, do you still have the face to say it?"

The dignified captain of the imperial court quietly sneaked into his big tent last night, saying that he insisted on sleeping with him.

It's okay to sleep, and he threatened himself while taking off his clothes: "Yizhen... Do you think that you have become a Taiwei, and you are already a third-ranking prince, so you don't need to take this old man seriously any more?"

Huangfusong looked at Dong Zhuo's two pectoralis major muscles, and felt apprehensive: "Why did Xiangguo say that?"

"The old man asked you to make a statement to the folks in Baibo Valley, why don't you want to?"

I was ordered to suppress the bandits, and finally put down the chaos in the world, but Lao Dong made himself bow to the Baibo bandits... How is this different from killing himself?

So, Huangfu Songdang immediately asked: "Is Xiangguo going to sleep with me or kill me?"

"What's the difference?"

"It's different!"

"Then sleep first, then kill."

"Then kill me."

"If you kill me, how can you still sleep..." Old Dong immediately pushed Huangfusong's legs, and then threw himself on him: "Yizhen, relax, this old man just wants to sleep with you, not you."

"But you don't want Jianshou, Li'er and other descendants of the Huangfu family to be bullied in the court, right?"

What else can Huang Fusong say?

Last night, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't even take off his clothes.The expression is still stupid, want to cry and laugh...

Recalling the thrilling experience last night, he didn't want to do it again tonight, so he resisted and replied to Han Xian: "The old man put down the Yellow Turban back then, it was a military order that cannot be violated. But now the court has forgiven you, and I will not kill you indiscriminately again. innocent!"

After the words fell, Yang Feng first looked at the edict of the emperor, and then at Luoyang Metropolis Daily.

Finally, his eyes fell on Huangfusong and Lao Dong, and he said: "Xiangguo, Taiwei... this matter is important, can you allow me to discuss it later?"

"Okay!..." Old Dong replied cheerfully, "It doesn't matter how long the discussion is, I'm not in a hurry here."

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the bloody smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.

Chapter 304 Even if you say you are breaking the sky today...

"Dao Rong stay here..." Just as Yang Feng sent someone to discuss the surrender with Hu Cai, Xu Huang deliberately slowed down and called Xing Hua in a low voice.

"Gongming has... Alas, alas, what are you pulling me for?" Xing Hua, who was humming a little tune happily, was dragged into a tile-roofed house before he could react.

The inside is full of sundries, there is not even a place to step down, and a lot of dust has fallen.

Xing Hua, who was imagining that he would be rich soon, and be intimate with the oiran lady, couldn't help complaining: "Oh, what are you doing..."

That bitch's energy made Xu Huang hold the hatchet tightly around his waist: "If you dare to do this again, there must be neither of us today."

"Oh..." Xing Hua was obedient immediately, but his face was still full of doubts: "So sneaky, what exactly does Gong Ming intend to do?"

When these words came out, Xu Huang's expression was instantly solemn, and he said in a deep tone: "According to reliable information, a traitor... has appeared in our army, and he has sneaked into Dong Jun's secret room!"

Xing Hua's body trembled, and his expression changed drastically.

Thanks to the training received by the embroiderer, he quickly calmed down: "This matter is no small matter, is the news accurate?"

"Not only was it accurate, but someone also guessed the identity of that person." Xu Huang gave Xing Hua a complicated look with a very serious expression.

"What identity?"

"That man is very mysterious in Dong Jun, but he seems to be present in every strategic conspiracy against the enemy. Nowadays, people in the secret society still don't know his real name, but they all know that the famous The code name of mourning."

"What, what code name?"

"Double senior agent of the Han Dynasty and the Xiangguo Mansion, the supreme legend of the secret world, the pangolin!"

As soon as these words fell, Xing Hua's hand quietly touched the ring sword on the back of his waist: He knew that he was no match for Xu Huang, but in such a narrow space, no martial arts would work.

Whoever is ruthless and moves quickly will take the lead.

And at the critical moment when Yang Feng had obviously decided to surrender, when gold, beauty, and power were beckoning to him, Xing Hua would never allow...

Just when he was about to draw out the ring knife and give Xu Huang a cold blow, he saw Xu Huang facing himself with complete peace of mind, and that honest and resolute face...

For a moment, I couldn't help but suddenly remembered that for nearly a year, I was exchanging martial arts with each other and discussing life.Although he didn't get drunk, he also fell in love with each other.

Can money, beauties, and power really make me sell my love?

He hesitated.

Immediately, he thought of the consequences of hesitation.

But even so, he still let go of the handle of the knife: "Gongming, in fact, a certain..."

"Well, you are the pangolin."

Xu Huang didn't bother to hide it, and said bluntly: "Three days ago, a certain person secretly sent someone to follow you, and what Xiangguo did today is exactly the same as the conditions that a certain person said last time, so it is not difficult to guess that you are a pangolin. "