Repugnant Gateway

Tianji Palace.

Dong Nuan Pavilion.

As the center of the former Yan State Power Center, Dongneng Pavilion still has undoubtedly important weight even after losing its previous status. Even if a king like Mu Changyan is not true, he is still King Yan, the only king of Dayan.

Looking at the mirror, Mu Changyan looked at the faint black line on the side of his neck. Although this toxicity has not been completely eliminated so far, it is no longer life-threatening.

A gray-haired old man stood with his head bowed and humbled: "King, your toxicity has been almost completely removed. Just acupuncture once, then take the medicine for one month, you can completely eliminate the toxicity."

Mu Changyan suddenly waved his hand: "No ... let the toxicity remain, this black line is still useful to me."

That old man, Zhu Ge, who was formally respected in the hospital. He understood Mu Changyan's meaning in an instant, and then nodded: "Nachen went back and thought about a way to get rid of the toxicity, but on the surface it was not obvious that the toxicity had been eliminated."

Mu Changyan sat down: "This one is absolutely confidential, don't let anyone know."

Zhuge Chouyun was about to speak and saw An Chengli coming in from outside, and An Chengli looked up at the sky. Mu Changyan said: "You go back first. Thanks to your conditioning these days, the lonely body is much better than before. After you go back, you will bring the medicine earlier and you can enter the palace at any time."

Zhuge Chouyun possessed: "The minister understands."

After Zhuge Chouyun left, Mu Changyan asked An Chengli: "What happened to the Gaojia Casino?"

An Chengli replied: "Go back to the king and still face off ... An Zheng this time, it seems a bit confusing, and he is determined to resist the Gao family. It seems that Chen Shuyan of the Ministry of Military Affairs should have expressed his attitude, so the Gao family should I dare not really kill An Zheng. But according to the Gao family's temperament, I am afraid that this matter will not be easily ended in the end. "

"Right ... The people from Tianqizong's side are going to save and fight, and they are stopped by the slave-servants. The slave-servants tell them that Anzheng will go back intact."

Mu Changyan nodded: "Anzheng is still useful. Although I can't see through this person, and knowing that he must have conspiracy to come to Dayan, but at this juncture, he just needs such a stunned head to make trouble. The people of the Gao family have become more and more excessive recently, and they should let them know the attitude of the palace. If the Gao family leans back to the queen mother, they should let go of their business in Fanggu City and even the entire Dayan. . "

An Chengli asked: "King, what about anxiety? Didn't you say that he has a problem with his origins?"

Mu Changyan smiled and said: "I like to use it for those who have problems, because his problem lies with himself, not Dayan. When I was in the fantasy world, I saw that this struggle should not be pure. Child. I can give him some freedom and let him do what he has to do. Fang Gucheng is messed up, which is more beneficial to me. "

An Chengli said: "Now, shall we come forward or not?"

Mu Changyan said: "Of course not to come forward ... to give Wang Kaitai a wind, he said that I don't want Ann to die."

An Chengli bowed his head: "The slave-servant will go now."

Walking out of Dongnuan Pavilion, An Chengli couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The King wants to use Anzheng, even if he can't believe Anzheng and doubts the origin of Anzheng, he still has to use it. It is because Anzheng is a thorough outsider. How can Anzheng be troubled and chaotic? In the end, even if Anzheng is dead, it will have no effect on the King. Because Anzheng doesn't belong to this, and it doesn't belong to this if he lives and dies.

As for why the king asked him to inform Wang Kaitai ... it was because Wang Kaitai was very similar to Anzheng in some respects. Wang Kaitai is also an outsider to the big family forces in Fanggu City. A person who came from a cold place and climbed up on the merits of war is still a tortoise for those nobles in the capital.

If King Yan had to lose some people, then it could only be an earth turtle like An Zheng and Wang Kaitai.

Long street.

High home casino.

An Zheng sat on the chair expressionlessly, watching the carriage that had not left in the heavy rain. The beast pulling the cart was still arrogant, and he didn't even look at An Zheng. The people in the carriage didn't come down anymore, and An Zheng suspected that it was not just Gao Yuanhu who was in the carriage.

In the rain curtain, the defeated Goldman Sachs still stood there alone. The silver gun in his hand was still sharp, and his man stood still straight. But this young man was afraid that he would not be able to restore his self-confidence in a short time ... all of this, just because of the contention.

You go two more steps.

In two steps, Goldman Sachs did not go out in the end. When he took the first step, he firmly believed that he could easily defeat Anzheng. After all, he had a past that was impossible for Anzheng. The cultivation of the Gao family and the accumulation of a large number of panacea have made him far more powerful than his peers.

And Anzheng, a few years younger than him, is still a bitter child from the kind of clogged place in the Magic City.

But when Goldman Sachs took the first step to prepare for the second step, he saw An Zheng's eyes. He regretted that he should not look at it. In An Zheng's eyes, he saw himself after the defeat ... It was a fear, a fear that had no justification and no reason.

Goldman Sachs knew that he had lost, and he would lose again. He has been standing there, seeming to be annoyed, seeming to regret, and seemingly condemning his cowardice. No one came to comfort him, and no one even ignored him. At this moment, Goldman Sachs cooks like a person forgotten by the world.

Opposite the Goldman Sachs cook, An Zheng suddenly stood up and walked into the casino. He walked through the broken house and finally found the kitchen. He found flour from the cupboard, eggs, and some meat that was not too fresh.

Anzheng rolled up his cuffs and washed his hands seriously. Then clean the meat and cut it into filaments. He stood there and started mixing, adding water, stirring, and moving skillfully and naturally. The children carefully peeked at him, and were attracted by his movements like clouds and water. It turned out that a man can be so handsome when he concentrates on cooking.

Outside are countless men with long knives, many of them real masters. There is also a wagon outside, and a monster with a good quality is pulling the wagon, and there is also a Mr. Gao who is against the sky.

Outside are dead corpses everywhere, still smelling bloody.

And in the kitchen, An Zheng cleaned his hands and started to make noodles. Many people can't understand why they always involuntarily think of a large bowl of steaming noodles when they are hungry, and put an egg, a few pieces of shredded meat in it, if there are a few more green vegetables, it is best.

Sprinkle some chopped green onion and light a few drops of sesame oil.

There are many things in the kitchen, basically intact. An Zhenghe noodles, cut noodles, pan, pan out, the whole process does not exceed half an hour. He is not unfamiliar with this kind of quarrel, even when Daximing Division is the first, he likes to use a bowl of noodles to treat himself after a hard day.

The contention at that time was clear and cold, and the contention now is a little more tender than that of himself at that time. Maybe it was Du Xiaoshou who changed him, maybe it was meandering, maybe Gu Qianye maybe Lao Huo, maybe he was fighting for himself.

An Zheng walked out of the kitchen, found two intact tables and put them back together, and pulled the chairs over in a circle. Then put the noodles bowl by bowl on the table and chopsticks next to the bowl, neatly and orderly.

"Come to dinner."

An Zheng smiled at the children without a bit of coldness when dealing with the enemy. The children were a little scared and wondered whether they should come out. The older boy hesitated, then came out, bowed hard to Anzhen, and sat there to start eating, carefully. After a sip, suddenly began to accelerate, sipping and eating.

The other children felt safe. Learning the boy before, bowed to An Zheng first, and then continued to eat. No one is robbing, no one is squeezing out. Ann disputed his bowl of noodles and walked to the door, squatting on the side of the boundary between the door and the rain curtain, first sipped a hot soup, and then put the noodles into his mouth.

He didn't go to see the crowd around the rain curtain outside. Of course, he didn't notice that among the black men looking at him, someone's throat moved up and down involuntarily. Some people licked their lips subconsciously, but the only thing they could catch was rain with a smell.

Footsteps sounded, and Goldman Sachs, who had put away the silver gun, walked to Anzheng: "Is there any more?"

"I have it in the pot, I can hold it myself."

"Oh."

Goldman Sachs walked into the kitchen, learned of An Zheng's cuffs, and then washed his hands carefully. After a large bowl of noodles, he walked back and crouched next to An Zheng. Not talking, just eating bit by bit.

After a large bowl of hot noodles, Goldman Sachs let out a breath, and then stood up and paid a deep respect to An Zheng: "Thank you."

An Zheng said: "If the Gao family teaches people like you, the Gao family will not be too bad. If you are such a person, you can make friends."

Goldman Sachs cook said: "I believe that the Gao family is on the bright side even if they do bad things. The Gao family really don't know about these children."

An Zheng nodded: "I believe in you, I don't know whether to believe the Gao family or not."

Goldman Sachs walked into the rain curtain without looking back. He didn't know where he was. Perhaps the battle that has not fought today is the biggest battle he has achieved so far. It is the eyes of An Zheng that destroy his state of mind. It was the bowl of noodles that restored his state of mind.

Anzheng put down the bowl, and the oldest little boy came over, silently picked up Anzheng ’s bowl, and then put away all the children ’s bowls, and silently moved into the kitchen to start brushing. He didn't speak from beginning to end, every movement was cautious. An Zheng couldn't help but think that his parents should be a very reasonable couple, so he would educate such children.

After brushing the bowl, the boy walked back and silently picked up the youngest girl and took the children to the side. The little girl fell asleep in his arms, and the other children had less fear before they were full. No one had spoken, and they quietly made An Zheng feel hurt.

After another half an hour, people began to return one after another. Those men in black throwing one after another at the entrance of the casino, more and more people. It didn't take long for about forty or fifty people who were **** in dumplings to kneel there row by row. Everyone was trembling, and his face was pale like paper.

An Zheng ate a full meal and drank a pot of wine. Then he walked out of the room and took a long, swaying knife from a black man.

"Do you regret it now?"

An Zheng asked a man kneeling there.

The man nodded immediately: "I regret it!"

An Zheng again asked: "If you were given another chance, would you still do such a thing?"

Suddenly the man started to kowtow: "Yeah, I will never again. Even if I give me ten guts, I will not, I will not take a knife to force me."

An Zheng said: "Unfortunately, I don't want to give you a chance."

The hand rises, the knife falls, and the head rolls.

Forty or fifty people, forty or fifty heads, just fell in the rain. The big men who were watching all felt strangely cold and couldn't help shaking. But it is not rain that makes them feel cold, and the cold comes from the heart. Each knife of Anzheng fell as if the knife had also fallen in their hearts.

Everyone couldn't help thinking, but fortunately he hadn't done such a bad thing.

An Zheng cut down the last person, and then dropped the long knife to the ground. He glanced at the surrounding men, and those people began to retreat, involuntarily retreating. The black crushed crowd seemed to be driven back by some invisible force, pushing layer by layer.

Gao Yuanhu came down from the carriage and handed Anzhen an umbrella: "Satisfied?"

An Zheng shook his head: "Very disappointed."

Gao Yuanhu froze for a moment, and looked at the dead bodies in that place: "Yeah ... I am also very disappointed. If these people have the skills, they should not be caught by others. The pickled things can not be seen by others. It ’s not marinated. For example, if you go to a noodle restaurant and eat a bowl of noodles, the pot is dirty and the hands are dirty, you do n’t know. ”

"Do you think it's enough?"

He asked An Zheng.

An Zheng looked at the blood stains on his hands that had not been cleaned: "I think it is more than killing such a killing. There is never enough thoughts. If there is never a killer in this world, it is more deterrent than killing enough. Others are better. "

Gao Yuanhu looked at Anzheng and felt that there was something incompatible with his age.

More than four years ago, An Zheng lived in the magical world. At that time, Mu Changyan could see that Anzheng was a bit wrong because Anzheng had just been reborn. It doesn't mean that Gao Yuanhu's cultivation behavior is not as good as Mu Changyan, just because Anzheng hadn't completely adapted to his new self then. No one can see the difference in the current struggle.

Therefore, Gao Yuanhu just feels that An Zhengyuan is far more mature than the average peers. But he didn't think Anzheng was mature enough, because Anzheng strongly rejected Gao's good intentions today. That's a real gold medicine, and how many lives can be involved on the black market can be imagined.

An Zheng went forward, and the men who stood in the street didn't know what to do. But they involuntarily separated to the two sides, giving An Zheng a very spacious aisle. The dense forest of knives can cut a person into meat, but at this moment, no one has the courage to raise a long knife.

Many people who have been hiding in the dark and have been watching the development of the tense are a little disappointed. They thought that the Gao family would make a stronger reaction than the security dispute. They did not expect that Gao Jia would just compromise in front of the security dispute.

Gao Yuanhu returned to the carriage and bowed down to salute the old woman sitting in the carriage: "I think I made a mistake, grandma ... A few years ago, our people in the Magical Great Wall sent back the news, saying magic There is a young man named Anzheng who can cultivate and use it for his own use. I do n’t care. "

The old woman rubbed her eyebrows: "That's not your responsibility, and I won't care if it's changed. There are always so many things in the world, that Mr. Gao in the city of fantasy world can't compare to you, Mr. Gao, he I feel that Anzheng can be used for his own use because he is just looking at a fantasy world forever. And you, Mr. Gao, have to watch the Gao family in the entire Dayan industry. This is the end, Anzheng The warnings given for us are enough ... Tell the following people, be honest, maybe someone in the court will make a fuss about this matter. "

Gao Yuanhu asked: "Someone proposed to get rid of Anzheng, and Gao's face could not be lost."

The old woman pointed to the broken Gaojia casino: "The Gaojia's face is not on Anzheng, there! Spread my words, let those who are in charge go outside this casino, just stand in the rain and watch , When the rain stops and go back. In addition ... you personally sent those children back home one by one, you said that they were found by the Gao family, and by the way the Gao family destroyed a scum gang. As for the contention ... Of course you ca n’t stay . "