This is My Juggernaut Journey

It's just that the speed, strength, and technique are far above the red ghost!

I don't know how long this frenzied and suppressed attack lasted until the fighting machine stopped and froze on the beach like a statue. He covered his eyes, and the crimson color leaked from his fingers.

"Yuzuru Feimura, the old man is back from hell again!"

Hongmeng Pavilion 2⑥ 3④

PS: The characters in this chapter, except for the adoptive father, are all real people in history, which made me check the information.

PS2: The adoptive father couldn't die in the first place. He drank Bian Ruo Dian (Xizhilang's jelly shape), so he couldn't die from falling.

Chapter 120 The Meeting of the Two Imperial Sons

Thousands of miles of haze has come from neighboring countries, but the city of Weiming is full of scorching sun.

In this rare winter weather, almost everyone ran out to enjoy the sunshine. Because Yuzuru expected that the inner government army would go on a killing spree, he retracted the population of the whole country back to Weiming City in advance, and now the number has increased dramatically.

The city that was supposed to be a barracks is now full of civilians, and the brats running around caused the warriors to roar again and again. It was a bit more noisy, but it also eliminated a lot of despair.

"Fei Cunqing, Weiming City has been turned into a Pingtian Village by you again." Yuzi lay on the railing of the watchtower and looked down, with short hair fluttering and a smile on his mouth.

He wore a small Taidao around his waist, but it was hung up during the Red Army's attack, and it has never been taken off since then, because the government army has done too much in the past few days, it is really like locusts crossing the border, leaving no dog or chicken behind.

Not many people were killed, but bad luck happened to Weiming's monsters. Now the inner government army occupied the "Pingtian Village" by the river, first burned down the castle town, and then turned King Kong Mountain into a sea of ​​flames. Without stopping, the thousand-year-old temple was completely wiped out.

Yuzuru next to him recalled the drastic changes in the past few days, and nodded slightly: "Yes, Weiming City should have been a safe haven, not a cage."

"So you have stockpiled food in advance!" Jiulang's eyes lit up, but soon his expression of worry flashed again, "But if the city is kept in this cage, no matter how much food there is, there will be a day when it will run out."

"Don't worry, the Inner Palace's patience is lower than ours. The whole world is watching. It's either fighting or withdrawing, but there will be no stalemate."

"Then you are inclined?" Miko unconsciously put on the honorifics.

"Of course it is a fight. General Zhengyi will not bow his head easily." Yuzuru replied firmly. He had already communicated with Yixin and others on this point, to the effect that he abandoned his illusions and prepared to go to war.

"Really?" Jiulang was sad for a moment, he really didn't want to fight, but unfortunately the world is cruel, and he won't be diverted by his wish.

With Kuro's wisdom, he would not ask Yuzuru to make less killings, nor would he go to the inner government army to feed tigers with his body. The 'incompetent' just stay aside and watch others fight!

This mentality of not delaying the process has always been gratifying to Yuxian, he stretched out his hand a little rudely and patted the young man's slender shoulders, saying everything without saying a word.

Everything has me.

No need for words can make people feel at ease, Jiulang exhaled lightly, and bowed solemnly: "Qi Cunqing, I entrust you to protect the peace here."

"Haha, I'm just a wild samurai. It's still difficult to fight now, but I should let you, a 'true dragon', guard it from now on!" After suspending the severing of immortality, Yuzuru made progress again.

"Me? It should be Xianichi Langqing!" Jiulang was taken aback. Although he, as the head of Weiming branch family, has the right to inherit Weiming country, he never thought about it.

"He can only be a military commander. After Yixin dies, he cannot be handed over to Genichiro. This is one of the conditions I negotiated with Yixin." Yuxian shook his head. expanded and eliminated.

"but......"

"You don't need to give me the answer now, you should think about it yourself, but what you love should be guarded by yourself. There is no tomorrow for relying on others." Yuzuru stretched out his hand to interrupt, and now Hirata Kuro is not alone. very sure.

Kuro wanted to continue to refuse, but it happened that footsteps came from the stairs. It turned out that it was the ninja Sekiro who had gone and returned, but he did not come alone, and there were two figures, one tall and one short, behind him.

The tall one is a monk, standing upright, revealing bronze skin and strong muscles, but his face is plain, like a quiet King Kong.

And there was a young girl standing next to the monk, about the height of Jiulang, wearing a large monk robe, revealing her waist-length hair, which was slightly white. She stood quietly at the door, with gentle eyes on Yuxian's face Stay for a moment, and soon put it on Jiulang and never move away.

Similarly, Kuro also forgot what he was about to reject just now, and stared blankly at the girl. Coupled with the similar faces of the two, it was like a reunion of brothers and sisters who had been separated for many years.

"Hello, Royal Son of Longyin, I am one of the Sons of Bianruo, the holder of the false Dragon Yin made by an immortal seeker." Perhaps a few years older, the Son of Bianruo first introduced himself and bowed slightly along the way .

There was not much emotion in the tone, just like two friends saying goodbye, and Yuzuru next to him shook his head. The so-called false holder, except that he cannot give immortality, has much stronger power than the real one, but he is very self-aware, Pulling the wolf back a few steps, let the two sons of God's Chosen communicate with each other.

"Well, hello, I'm Hirata Kuro, do you have a name?" Miko also reacted at this time, her tone was as mature as usual, but her self-introduction was a little more meaningful.

"Name?" Bian Ruo Zhizi frowned slightly, and slowly shook his head: "I have long forgotten such things as names, and Lord Yuzi, what do you think of Long Yin's power now?"

"He will distort people's way of life, something that must be cut off, but—"

"but?"

"But my ninja and I still have more important things to do now. The army of the inner government is outside, and I can't give up on my family!" Jiulang replied solemnly and firmly. Now that the enemy army is besieging the city, Wei Ming is in a desperate situation If he runs away to be a shit-stirring stick, is he still a human being?

This is a worldly person, so why bother to accept immortality.

Not everyone in the world of karma can cut it off, and Yuko's answer was not unexpected.And the son of Bian Ruo also came from the world of mortals, and he will definitely not be so stupid as to force others to sacrifice everything for the fate of all mankind.

She understands and also supports it.

"Understood, the son of Long Yin is really extraordinary, he is not someone who is too ambitious, shall I do my part?"

Yuzuru next to him let out a long sigh of relief, and the person who finally understood the truth about immortality also let go. So far, Sekiro can no longer jump out to be a shit-stirring stick, and his united front against the inner government has added another piece of puzzle.

He took two steps forward and stood in the middle of the two god-chosen sons: "His Royal Highness, son of Bianruo, please stay in the Tianshou Pavilion temporarily, and live with Miss Yongzhen, so that we can take care of each other."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, I just need to sit on a three-foot cushion." The son of Bianruo waved his hands again and again, afraid of troublesome others.

"Then how do you sleep?"

The girl blinked her big eyes, and said with an innocent face: "It will be fine if you lower your head and take a nap for a while."

Everyone present smiled kindly when they heard such natural words. Jiulang walked up and said like a host: "Don't be restrained, this is Wei Mingren's home, and it's also your home."

Family?

The son of Bianruo tilted her head, chewing on this unfamiliar but familiar word, her eyes became brighter, and she bowed to the girl by the window to salute.