Wei Yangmou

Wei Qing's seniority is low, and his origin is unknown, but Liu Che entrusted him with a heavy responsibility in the crisis, and none of the ministers in the hall objected. They cautiously and anxiously expected that this young general would be able to turn the tide and appease those who have been killed since Han Yan left. The disaster victims began to restless.

Even though everyone knows that this hope is really slim.

Faint rulers have always been much better at doing things than wise rulers. When Liu Che broke free from the shackles of fame, all his methods were blatantly revealed in front of the ministers. His kindness will always only face the majority, and the necessary sacrifice is in his opinion. It has never been something that requires painful thinking and choices.

He is decisive in killing and attacking, and he must practice what he says, and, from beginning to end, he has no plans to leave behind.

What's more, Liu Che also has a very strange status in the group of alchemists. The alchemists are in awe of him, they will not provoke him, and they dare not get too close to him. However, in the eyes of ordinary subjects, they can see him, but they can never touch him. When, he will stand alone in the world, becoming an existence that is elusive and unattainable.

Rather than saying that he is a king, it would be more appropriate to say that he is a god.

It's just a pity that this divine master is never merciful in killing people.

And the person who can bind his killing line is being protected by him with an absolutely powerful and undisguised posture. Among thousands of splendid talents, he looks ordinary, but he can always hold Liu Che. A beast with a human skin on its head.

At that time, Zheng, Sang Hongyang and others knew that troubled times were coming, but they did not dare to take it lightly. They were no different from Liu Che. It is to do our best to live up to our original intention.

Hundreds of bandit guards were all transferred into the palace gate, and those recruits who had only practiced for a few months, whose number was only [-] in name, but actually no more than [-], were pulled out and quietly spread all over the mountains and forests.

Their young and ignorant faces show no guesses about the future, and they don't know that their hands, which have only held hoes but can't even hold knives, will soon be stained with the blood of their compatriots.

But the palace is still peaceful at this time, because the owner of the palace has been poisoned and is dying at this time. Her Royal Highness is so anxious that she has been working without sleep for three days, taking care of King Jiaodong in the palace all day.

Jiaodong was suddenly troubled by internal and external troubles, and the victims were ready to move. It seemed that someone knew that the situation in the palace was not good, and some inexplicable emotions appeared on the faces of everyone inexplicably.

He was obviously smiling, but it always made people feel creepy. Even the child's heartless smiling face was covered with blood from the bones.

Sang Hongyang shivered when he saw it. During the mid-autumn festival in August, the weather was still very mild, but a cold air rose from the soles of his feet. He clutched his sleeves fiercely, but he couldn't move. I always think of the way these disaster victims beat people to death that day, and then stared at me fiercely.

He was more and more afraid to go forward, but he still thought about negotiating with the company, and also wanted to take these people out of Jiaodong, find a suitable way out, let these people settle down and live a good life.

Other batches of victims have been quietly placed into various spacious courtyards.

Although the fields have not yet been completed and approved, they have generally been demarcated, and some have even begun to grow some vegetables.

But for the group in front of him, he still had no clue, and he didn't even dare to approach them.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a familiar figure. It was the very aged old man who he once gave a sesame seed cake. When the other party saw him, his eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly, and said in a very affectionate tone: "My lord, Do you remember me? You gave me a biscuit."

Sang Hongyang naturally remembered him, but instinctively he didn't want to talk, so he remained silent, but nodded lightly.

The man didn't care, and slowly took another two steps. Behind him, three men slowly surrounded him from different directions. Sang Hongyang was keenly aware of something, and couldn't help but take a step back. Grabbing him, he lowered his voice and laughed. It sounded hoarse, as if his throat had been worn out, but the words he said did not make people feel pitiful.

He said: "The lord didn't come, did something happen? I heard that the big man in the palace is sick, is he going to die?"

When he said the last four words, he suddenly raised his head to look at Sang Hongyang, his eyes were sharp and direct, and he stared straight at Sang Hongyang without any disguise.

If you don't know that this is an ordinary person, it looks like an evil cultivator is trying to use some witchcraft such as soul-stirring through his eyes.

Sang Hongyang couldn't help shrinking his neck when he saw him, and wanted to back up even more, but it was a pity that this person didn't give him a chance, and still held him tightly.

"You are talking nonsense that slandering your majesty is a felony!"

Sang Hongyang was subconsciously stern and soft-hearted. Although he wanted to be upright and confident, he was still young. If he simply said big words, he could pretend to be two-thirds of anything by virtue of his youth and frivolity. It's a pity.

He was already frightened, even though he still maintained some rationality, he couldn't hide his timidity.

He soon discovered this too, shut his mouth tightly, and refused to speak any more.

But the three behind the man were already approaching, faintly surrounding him, as if blocking the way out, as if they insisted on him giving a satisfactory result.

Sang Hongyang's heart was beating wildly. He didn't expect this group of people to be so unscrupulous. He regretted that he didn't follow through on what he said. After he escaped from the gang beating to death, he should have honestly approached Qiba A big and round bodyguard, even if he is not used for fighting, it is good to scare people.

He regretted it at the beginning, but unfortunately he was powerless, and watched helplessly as several people slowly surrounded him.

The remaining rationality in his head suddenly lit up, knowing that if he didn't run now, he really had no chance.

Immediately, he lost his scruples and used all his strength to kick the man who was pulling him hard.

He is weak and not tall, if he wants to break free, he can only use this kind of insidious method.

Fortunately, the other party was not wary of a weak-looking person like him, so he was easily captured, his face was purple from the pain, and he rolled on the ground and howled.

Sang Hongyang ignored his jokes and ran away, even though there were three burly men behind him.

But when he started running, he was not caught up for a while. It's a pity that his stamina is not good, and there are disaster victims around him. If they shout again, he will really be cornered.

Sang Hongyang was sweating all over his forehead, and when he was running, he couldn't care less about the direction, and he couldn't even care about what was in front of him, so he just kept running.

It wasn't until he bumped into a wall that he stopped in a daze. Everything around him was spinning. Sang Hongyang was stunned for a while before he realized that he was lying on the ground.

Finished!

This was the only thought left in his mind. He crawled on the ground for a while, and when he heard the footsteps behind him getting closer, his hands and feet trembled a little.

"Good boy, let's see how grandpa teaches you!"

This roar was deafening, and Sang Hongyang was stunned and froze, and then a hand grabbed his collar and grabbed him up.

He subconsciously felt that he was going to be beaten, and instinctively closed his eyes.

However, after a long time, there was no pain in his body, he slowly opened a slit, and only then did he see that there was a disaster victim in front of him, and it was clearly a strange man in purple clothes, Qu Wuyin.

Sang Hongyang was overjoyed, and felt that the strange-looking purple robe of the man in front of him actually emitted a sacred, noble and awe-inspiring light, lighting up his whole body.

Benefactor!

Sang Hongyang almost cried with joy while hugging this person. He is not familiar with this person, but he knows that he has great powers, at least he can calm everyone down with a Xun.

He said happily: "Hurry up, blow the xun, blow the xun, don't let them move."

Qu Wuyin was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes and looked at Sang Hongyang seriously, opened his mouth, and said slowly: "Xun is not here..."

Sang Hongyang waited for a long time for such a result, and suddenly he was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. He reached out and tried to hook Qu Wuyin's skirt, but he couldn't. Seeing that his hands were lowered, she enthusiastically helped him lift them up, and then grabbed the skirt of her clothes.

Sang Hongyang looked at him weakly and asked, "Can you run past them?"

Qu Wuyin didn't know if he didn't understand, so he was quiet for a while, until the four people chasing him couldn't hold back anymore, restrained their fear of this strangely dressed man, and when they were about to make a move, he stretched out his hand in his arms. Li touched.

After a while, Sang Hongyang suddenly realized that he was right, he was a powerful alchemist anyway, how could there be only one magic weapon?

He looked at Qu Wuyin earnestly, and as Qu Wuyin's hand was slowly withdrawn, his eyes widened and almost fell out of their sockets, and then his expression became very pleasantly surprised.

Because Sang Hongyang took out a rabbit.

It was indeed a rabbit, with a very elf-like appearance, but with a pair of black ears and looming fangs in its mouth, it didn't look very cute.

Could this be a divine beast like that white tiger?

Sang Hongyang was so full of fantasies that he completely forgot that there were three other victims behind him, and looked at Qu Wuyin with admiration.

Under such gaze, Sang Hongyang saw Qu Wuyin's gaze flicker, and then handed the rabbit to him.

He was flattered and stammered and asked, "Give, give me...?"

Qu Wuyin nodded slowly.

Sang Hongyang hugged the rabbit, stared at the rabbit earnestly, and shouted: "Grow bigger, get bigger!"

Qu Wuyin looked at him with puzzled eyes, saw that Sang Hongyang had been playing for a while, but didn't get any results, so he looked at himself in embarrassment, and then explained: "It's a rabbit."

Sang Hongyang looked at Qu Wuyin in disbelief, and asked with a trembling voice, "It's such a time, yet you still play with me?"

Qu Wuyin didn't know why he said such a thing, but when he saw the people in front of him pulling out gleaming knives from their waists, with malicious eyes, he temporarily suppressed the question, raised his face and looked at each other, his eyes wide open. Zhong Ziguang disappeared suddenly.