Don't panic, the leader of rebirth

The soldiers were searching in the night, their footsteps were orderly and sonorous, they held different types of weapons in their hands, and Jian Zan was taking the lead, he was ready for battle with a serious expression on his face.

At this time, the entire Lord Paimpol's mansion was full of noise. They searched carefully and searched every corner, looking for traces of several killers.

The night was empty and silent.

The corpses were cleared out one after another. Jian Zan looked at the corpse in front of him complicatedly. From his ferocious expression, it could be seen that the man was in pain before death. His eyes protruded outwards, and his face was cut by a knife, but Jian Zan can confirm his identity at a glance by the clothes on his body.

Great Lord, dead.

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Everyone stood on the shore to mourn the dead.

There are also the burnt wreckage of the Prussian warship floating on the water, sinking and sinking with the waves.

The corpses of the dead Paimpol nobles were collected. According to the custom of Paimpol, the body of the Paimpol city lord whose corpse was in a different place was placed on the Paimpol boat. The sea-witch with the pretty Paimpler on it set the sails for the boat.

At this time, countless small boats on the sea are rushing up the rapids, shuttling in the wind and waves of the sea, and the waves hold back the flying boats.

Riding on the light of the morning sun, head west and let it stop.

There was also a small boat that had no sails set up for him, it remained alone in place, a figure walked towards the boat with heavy steps, his head was lowered, unable to see his expression clearly.

The man turned his back to everyone. He stood on the coastline and hung the sail on the boat. Then he slowly pushed the boat to the depths of the sea. The sea water filled his waist, and the sailed boat moved forward along the wind. Drive until the end.

"The eyes of eternal light, the heart of bravery, I will follow my agreement with you and move on."

Staring at the last boat until it disappeared on the sea level, the sea witch finished his speech and ended the sea burial ceremony. The low emotions were thrown away by the people, and they sat on the huge Paimpol battleship, set sail, and set sail.

Yue Lin was not on board the boat, the leader of the team who was about to leave walked towards Yue Lin, his dark green eyes were like a lake of suffocating water.

"Seeing the great master, do you know what I thought of?"

Yue Lin shook his head, wondering why the man brought up his opponent, or to be precise, the man's good friend Wei Zhu, the man with blond hair and blue eyes.

"It turns out that human life is so short, so when you find what you love, you should pursue it desperately."

Pointing to the sea in the distance, he said: "Fate is like the sea. When you think you can brave the wind and waves, you must pursue it to your heart's content, because you don't know when the storm will come, and when the raging current will roll back and take everything away." hope."

"..."

The man suddenly smiled, pulled Yue Lin's uninjured left hand, bowed his head and kissed lightly, without any lust, and stared at the person in front of him seriously.

Caught off guard, Yue Lin was kissed by the man on the back of his hand. The man stepped forward to close the distance between the two, and a deep magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

"Hello, let me introduce you formally. My name is Wu Chan. Nice to meet you. I like you very much."

The sudden confession caught Yue Lin by surprise, and quickly withdrew his hand. He had no time to think about the name in the man's self-introduction, and just wanted to escape from the man in front of him, because his serious expression and the tenderness in his eyes were telling him that the This man is not kidding.

The man didn't care about the embarrassment he was facing and the idea of ​​wanting to escape. He said in a soft voice, "Wait here for my return. When I return triumphantly, I hope you can stand for me in the hall of Paimpol." Coronation."

Boarding the battleship, the man stood on the plywood, the long sword on his waist was a relic left by the great lord, he held up the magnificent sword, and shouted hoarsely through the calm sea at the moment, "Let's go!"

Wu Zen.

Wild Zen.

It turned out that this person even had a fake name.

Yue Lin threw away everything in his head, looked quietly at the mercenaries following behind him, and looked down at his injured arm, hoping that Ye Chan... No, it should be Wu Chan who can abide by the agreement and let himself go leave.

I don't know what the current situation of Wuchen and the tribe is. The follow-up matters of the tribe still need to be arranged. I am worried about the situation of the tribe. The logo is a big fish with its mouth open, and waves under it.

The killers fleeing east and west in the city were all exhausted at this moment, and there were only three people left in the team of seven before, and the other four had been subdued by Pample and the mercenaries in the fight.

I don't know why it happened like this, everything changed suddenly, and the soldiers of Puro who were supposed to attack Paimpol were defeated!Damn it, it's all because the guy named Ye Zen was not burned to death in the tower. He led the army to repel the generals, and this is the situation now!

The bearded man glared angrily at the man who was sharpening his knife. If he didn't need manpower now, he really wanted to kill this man who was still looking relaxed at this moment.

"The people from Paimpol are here." The three of them hid in the most hidden place under the bridge, approached carefully, and leaned against the wall, shrinking their sense of existence.

"Damn, how did we become like this!"

"This is completely different from what I said at the beginning!"

"These damned ordinary people!"

Seeing the soldier walk away, the bearded man cursed and complained.

In front of the city gate, inside and outside, there are layers of Paimpolians, and the soldiers on the side are trying to maintain order.

The four corpses were hung in front of the city gate at the request of the Paimpol people. Women and children threw stones at the corpses to express their inner anger. Some pieces of flesh were scattered around the bloody corpses. Under the sun, the corpses were very It was emitting a stench, but even so, many people approached the corpse to vent their anger.

A-Ka followed Yue Lin closely like a little tail, wherever Yue Lin went, he would go there.

All the crew members on the ship were dead. If the child went out alone, he would be caught and sold by human traffickers again. Yue Lin would naturally not let this happen, but Yue Lin had no idea how to deal with this child. .

All the corpses of Paimpole except the four corpses in front of the city gate were cremated under the order of Yuelin. If the corpses were left to be placed randomly, it would easily cause the epidemic. Of course, Yuelin could not let this happen. Pample was injured. There were many people, including some ordinary people, who joined the battle bravely that night.

You don't need to worry about other things. Most of Ye Zen's important subordinates died, but the new nobles in Paimpole can solve the problem of order in Paimpole. Several young people are busy in Panpole The commander in the Hall of the Iron Throne of Pample is dealing with Pample's follow-up matters.

Seeing Yue Lin, several people were very happy to greet him.

"Master Yuelin, are you here to inspect our work for Master Ye Chan?"

"No, I just want to go out for a while..."

"Master Yuelin, Lord Yechan ordered you not to go out, so that you can recover from your injuries!"

Ye Zen's order has obviously become the creed of the Pambole people, and Yue Lin, who is blocked everywhere when going out, is about to be driven crazy.

This is definitely running away by yourself, right?

Ha ha.

When did the damn Wu Chan give the order not to let him go out?

So angry! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Everyone knows the heart of Sima Zhao.

In the dark and gloomy corridor, the faint light of the fire shone inside, but it was still unclear. There were dark iron chains hanging on the wall. Under each iron chain was an iron collar, and there were seventeen or eight men sitting inside. .

In this dark tunnel, people cheered wave after wave.

"Kill him, kill him!"

The knocked-down prisoner was lying on the ground with difficulty.

The tall, burly and wild man stood in the center of the arena, and he let out a roar.

The dead man was lying on the ground. No part of his body was intact. A pile of meat was cleaned up by slaves, leaving only a pool of red blood to inform everyone that there was another dead person in this place.

All the nobles of Xiangsui City stood on the wooden high platform, and they looked at the slaves who were fighting to the death like clowns.Seeing the exciting moment, there was an excited look on his face.

A tall, thin man with slack skin and unkempt brown hair, a piece of flesh missing from the corner of his mouth, walked up the sandy ground with slow steps.

He looked up intently, yes, he once had a glance with these people, stood on a high platform, and watched other people's lives. He held a knife and shield in his hand, pointed his long sword upwards, and looked at Sui Bona provocatively.

As soon as Hei Yan appeared, all the nobles showed excited expressions.

Apparently the tall and thin old man was no match for Hei Yan. He knelt down on the ground, covered his stomach with his hands, and said with a wry smile, "I wish I had the same luck as you and could walk out from here."

"The people in the past cheered and loved this kind of fighting, and the glory they once thought was just the pleasure of playing with human life."

At the last moment of death, this former aristocratic old man suddenly understood something.

The head was chopped off and stuck on the tip of the knife, holding up the head in his hand, Hei Yan looked at Wu Xiang on the high platform and nodded slightly.

The alluring woman is like a sea monster. Her long brown hair reaches below her waist, and the huge waves are messy but beautiful. Every move can attract the attention of all male creatures.

The slaves below stood in a row with knives and guns in their hands. The door leading to the high platform was opened from the inside, and the wooden door creaked open.

A group of men like beasts rushed up to the high platform quickly!

"Kill them!"

With a violent roar, Hei Yan's voice pierced the silence.

Wu Xiang: What should you do? How many people are you willing to kill in order to return to your homeland, see your people again, and regain your dignity?

Black Flame: All.

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