"I will say this to you. The Marquis will make a decision soon."

After Wu Shifeng finished speaking, he bent down, coughed, turned around and left the garden without any nostalgia.

He was not from the Southern court.

But by accident, he took the name of the bandit chief and said these "big rebellious" words, even if he returned the favor of the old man Weihou.

This old man is a good person.

If so.

Wu Shifeng didn't want to see him, and ended up with no bones left.

When Wei Hou watched Guishu leave, his face was also filled with solemnity.

Wu Shifeng was so heartbroken today that he said everything he should say and what he shouldn't say, but how could Weihou not think of what he could think of?

But he is a soldier and cannot sit in the court, so he can only act according to the law of a soldier.

If the northern country can be defeated before the fate of the southern country disappears, perhaps the Zhao family will be saved.

"well..."

Zhao Lian sighed.

He looked at the flowers blooming in the spring in the yard, and his heart was quite uneasy.

His plan to advance was a big bet.

He himself knew very well, but at this moment, the world is no longer in chaos. What else can he do besides suppressing everything and taking a gamble?

Could it be that I really have to learn from my nephew Zhao Hu, lead troops back to Lin'an to fight for the king, and drive Zhao Ming off the throne?

"The thief hurts people!

Dongling Yaoxie, I heard that he was killed by Shen Qiu, haha, that wolf-aggressive dog thing can be considered a good thing.

Death is good, death is good.

If he could rush into Lin'an again, kill the third national teacher, what a bullshit fairy, and save the country and the court to calm down, so that Ming'er would be lost and return.

Zhao Biao's revenge...it's better if he doesn't avenge it."

Zhao Lian sighed again.

He knew very well in his heart.

Zhao Biao's death was partly because Shen Qiu went crazy.

Another part is Zhao Biao's fault. If he hadn't been involved with that shitty immortal, it would not have caused such a murderous disaster. Zhao Lian also heard about Taixing.

He felt that things were not like the rumors of the rumor of the jianghu people, and that Shen Qiu did evil.

Thinking of the death of the National Master Dongling in Taihang, Wei Hou realized something. Perhaps the man Shen Qiu was targeted at the beginning of the attack, these demons outside the world.

Zhao Biao, he was just implicated.

This is the old man's sorrow.

The old men have lived their whole lives and have enough wisdom to distinguish everything and see everything clearly. But seeing clearly does not mean that they can let go, nor does it mean that they can stop them in advance.

When people get old, they are a little overwhelmed.

Weihou was upset, and felt a little depressed, and his heart was a little confused. The scene of Zhao Biao's head being broken flashed back and forth in front of his eyes, making the old man feel depressed.

He stood up shakingly, feeling dizzy in his heart, and hurriedly held the pillar at hand.

You can't fall down by yourself.

He can't fall yet. After Zhao Biao died, he was Ming'er and the last backer of the southern country.

Before pacifying the world, you must not fall.

We must never let Li Shouguo, Shen Qiu and others make jokes.

Weihou raised his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the dim sky above his head. In the dark clouds, he seemed to see Shen Qiu's face with a murderous nephew and a blood-stained smile.

hateful!

Thieves!

After destroying the northern country in the future, we will build up all the troops and ask you, the left demon, to have a drink, thank you for destroying the demons for the country, and then settle the score with you!

I drink the golden cup with you, and my hands and blades will not be spared.

Things in the world, things in the world.

The old man supported himself, alone, looking at the sky at dusk.

The thoughts in the heart are like wandering outside the sky.

When I was young, if I was a man of the martial arts world, instead of a young man, I would have made a name for myself. I am afraid that the world would be much more free than now.

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Western Regions, the top of the Holy Volcano.

Wearing a white dress, a white veil on her face, and a variety of elegant and exquisite gold and silver jewelry, the thin girl who once became charming.

There was a golden stream of light on Lei Shiyin's forehead.

Looking closely, it looks like a burning flame pattern.

She stood on the top of the mountain, which was very cold. Wherever she saw, there was a white snow-capped mountain, but she didn't feel cold. On the contrary, her body was filled with warmth.

"Ao"

The long eagle cries echoed in the sky, and the poem raised its head and let the cold wind blow the veil.

Under the veil, the Holy Fire Saint showed a sincere smile.

She stretched out her hand, and the beast flying in the sky also flew down from the sky, steadily, stopped on Lei Shiyin's slender arm, her body as petite as before.

But the addition of the holy fire made her body full of destructive power.

Not martial arts.

But another kind of power.

"Xiao Tie has sent another letter."

Shiyin took off the rolled-up letter from her love pet's claws, and hid on this snowy peak that was soaring to the world, unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

She actually didn't care about the content of the letter.

Some things cannot be conveyed by words. Although the two are thousands of miles apart, whenever the wild geese pass a letter, the two hearts seem to be very close.

"This wood!"

After reading the letter, Shiyin stamped her feet with some dissatisfaction.

She had already gone several letters and asked Xiao Tie to take off the harmful things like Tiangang Armor, but Xiao Tie, who was stubborn, was unwilling to let go. He said that the thing was there, so that his physical potential could be tapped all the time.

Shiyin asked Yang Tao and knew how terrible Tiangangjia was. She also knew why her future husband forced herself to that level.

He not only came to marry him to become stronger.

He was even more unwilling to let himself fall behind his brothers, and he was not willing to let himself fall behind the evil warriors like Brother Shen Qiu. He was chasing that back and chasing with all his strength.

"Forget it, marrying a chicken and following the chicken, marrying a dog and following the dog. Such a stubbornness is a good thing. Let's work together."

Shi Yin chuckled.

She held the letter paper tightly, and a ball of flame rose up on the paper, burning the letter paper to ashes. She opened her palms again and let the ashes fall from her fingertips.

When the last wisp of ashes flew up, the sound of footsteps came from behind Shiyin.

"The saint has leisure and elegant today. When we go to the mountains to see the rare scenery of the Western Regions, why don't we find me with you?"

Master Yangtao walked on the mountain road with a peach wood stick and smiled, wearing a shabby dress, just like an old man, and did not care about pomp and dress up.

With his gray hair dancing, he walked to Lei Shiyin.

With a look that looks like a granddaughter, she looks at the petite woman in white clothes, like a snowy elf.

He said:

"The sacred flame is becoming more and more prosperous. In just a few months, it has returned to its state a few years ago. Shiyin, you are really well-behaved. I am very satisfied and very happy."

"Just be happy."

Shiyin didn't hate her, and she said something casually.

Then, she turned her head and said to Yang Tao as if she was sharing a secret:

"I moved a little bit of the wisp of the holy fire you sent to the Qijue Sect a few days ago. Aren't you angry?"

"Why be angry?"

Yang Tao turned around with a smile and said to Shiyin:

"It is beyond my expectations that you can use your skills in the thousand-year-old holy fire, but you are connected to the holy fire, which is beyond my expectations. I am too happy, so how can I blame you?"

"But Zhang Chu will die."
To be continued...