The sky was setting, the clouds were burning red, and a breeze breeze breeze passed through the sultry city, with a bloody smell.

"I... can only do this..."

He squeezed the halberd tightly with his hand, then stepped over a corpse, and the mottled blood on the ground spread out into it. There was already chaos around him. The running figure was chased by someone and killed with one knife. He fell not far away. His cold eyes reflected a scene like Shura hell. The people who resisted in this mansion had already died in the courtyard, or were searched and killed by random swords.

The maids in the mansion were driven to the yard by soldiers, and their fate would probably be distributed or sold again. Lu Bu glanced at them and walked straight into the living room in front. The grand servant Yuan Ji had fallen in a pool of blood. Only Yuan Wei, the old man, was sitting there with his back straight, closing his eyes tightly, and the surroundings were controlled by the Bingzhou soldiers.

The sticky plasma slid down from the pillar, and the expressionless figure stood in front of the other side with a halberd. Perhaps he noticed someone coming. The old man opened his eyes and raised his head, gritted his teeth, and his white beard fluttered and shook: "Lu Bu... Today you kill me all over the family. In the future, Benchu ​​and the highway will avenge the whole family."

"I know, just let them come."

Under the tall shadow, the sound was as low as a lion and tiger. When he raised his arm, the halberd swung directly over, blood surged from his shoulders, and his white-bearded head fell to the ground with a thud, and the body pounced on several cases. Lu Bu turned around and said, "Search it again, the Grand Master has an order to destroy the clan."

In the courtyard outside the main hall, a figure named Zhang Liao strode over. The Yuan Mansion has been controlled by soldiers. Most of the Yuan family members, side branches, and even family members are killed, or captured and tied up and kneeled in the yard. Occasionally, one or two crying sounds come from the female family members, and they are also smashed by the soldiers with weapons, and there is no sound.

Next to the body, the child pursed his lips tightly and did not dare to cry, only tears kept flowing. Zhang Liao looked at the scared child and walked into the body holding a halberd under the eaves: "Fengxian..."

"I know what you want to say." Lu Bu walked down the steps, passed by his coming figure, and took a deep breath: ".... I, Lu Bu, never thought that my opponent, who has no pure iron, would start, and I would not want to wave the butcher knife at the old, weak, women and children." The cloak raised, and his walking steps stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at the person following him, "...Is there a choice?"

The voice was low, and Zhang Liao was frightened. When he turned to look at the young boy in the bondage and the female relatives of the Yuan family, he was tall and mighty, "Hahahaha... Haha... Wenyuan, I have no choice." He said with a smile, but his eyes were full of sadness.

Lu Bu turned around and waved at the Bingzhou soldiers who were looking over there in a dense manner: "Kill..."

Everyone looked at the women and children in silence, drew their swords and waved them down, screaming in surprise, the hot blood splattered, the figures fell, and the smaller little people fell, and the blood spread from the stacked bodies, dyeing half of the courtyard red.

Zhang Liao closed his eyes in pain, and over there, Lu Bu began to walk outside the mansion and faced him. Li Su was coming in from outside and bowed: "Mr. Wen, come and take a look..."

He looked at him from the figure who was leaving the mansion, suddenly rose up, strode towards him, waved his arm and punched him. Before Li Su finished speaking, he flew out and rolled down the steps, with blood on his mouth, and a few teeth lying quietly on the ground. The soldiers around him saw that it was Wen Hou who was hurt, and no one dared to come forward to ask, but just looked at the unlucky guy who was beaten away and turned his eyes to another place.

"I've never had the idea of ​​killing you like today."

Lu Bu murmured in a low voice, turned his back and left without looking at the mansion behind him. He rushed to the streets, and the wind blew in his ears. Pedestrians on the streets and merchants hurriedly avoided the flying war horses. The fiery red figure and eyes were full of bloodshot, and no one dared to come forward to stop them.

The war horse did not leave the city to go to the military camp, but returned home directly. The sky was getting darker, and Yan was watching his daughter playing a lighter halberd in the yard. When he saw the man coming back, he stepped forward: "Husband, what's wrong?"

Lu Bu got off the horse's back and handed the reins to his servants. He walked into the house without saying a word. When his wife followed him in, he was already sitting there, drinking a sip of wine, and hitting the table with a bang, "The wolf is almost a dog in the cap, I am Lu Bu, you really want to be a slave--" The last sound was almost roaring, and he waved his arm and threw the wine cup away.

Yan asked the maid to light a candle, so he leaned over to pick up the rolling cup, sat down next to the angry man, and gently put the cup back on the table, pressing his arm lightly for Lu Bu, "I feel depressed in my heart, so I should vent my heart, but when I get outside, I should understand that the Grand Master is still the adoptive father."

"I know..." Lu Bu closed his eyes, then opened his eyes to look at his wife, curled his fingers one by one and clenched into fists: "It's okay to do things for him, kill people, do you know that he actually asked me to train a group of women as guards, which was simply humiliating me."

The swaying fire reflected the gritted face. The woman sighed and realized the reason. She knew her husband's character well, and she was so angry that she was right. Yan handed over the wine, "... Husband, don't be angry. This world is vast, and there will always be a day when the husband is domineering."

"I don't know when..." The other side also sighed and finished drinking.

At this moment, Lu Qiling ran over and leaned at the door with a smile, "Dad is drinking again, I'll be going to the banquet later."

"Go to the banquet?" Yan smiled gently at the girl: "It's too early for Lingqi to lie to your father."

"No lie!"

Lu Qiling bulged her cheeks and pointed at the back: "Someone just came to invite her father to Situ's house for wine. When Lingqi found out, she sent him away."

"Situ Wang Yun?" Lu Bu put down the wine cup and frowned, but then stood up, "For the husband, go over and take a look. Last time I gave my daughter, what do you want to do again this time?"

Yan got up and sent it to the door, covered his mouth and smiled: "It's probably the second daughter..."

"Hahaha……"

Lu Bu laughed, "I'll accept it this time."

"You dare." This time, Lu Lingqi raised her fist, "...Lingqi will kill her."

The horse's hooves stepped across the floor tiles, and left the mother and daughter under the lanterns of the mansion behind us, and disappeared into the streets of the night. Our vision rose to the city with thousands of lights. To the east, the foothills backed by the mountains, and the eyes cleared away the clouds and passed through the fog. The spots of candlelight were lit up in the villages on the mountains.

On the highest mountain village, there was a constant noise. The banquets of the magnificent and noble people on the mountain were different from those of the dignitaries. The place was filled with banquets, and the torches were lit. The bonfires reflected the sky red. The people in the whole mountain village were boiling. The figures were crowded with big bowls to drink with each other. The women were sitting in the corner holding children and eating cooked meat carefully. The vision was full of lively. Some people even took off their clothes and fought with others, attracting cheers around. In the past, they had a grudge in the past, cursing, and shouting at brothers.

Going further inside, there were several large tables in the hall, full of people, one of which was the old people in the village, the other was some leaders, and the rest were Hua Xiong, Cao Chun, Gao Sheng and other groups of people from Bailangyuan.

"Take the alcohol, you have the opportunity to ask for some things today, women, weapons, and houses, as long as I, Gongsun Zhi has it."

The first place is intoxicated.

But there was someone who stood up with courage: "Chief, I want an iron sword... like that Gentile man... but it can be smaller..."

"We have both hands in Han Jian. If you want, find someone to give you a shot." Gongsun Zhi satisfied the other party.

Then the young man named Yan Rou stood up and bowed: "Chief, I want to train troops and bring a cavalry."

People who were drinking around stopped, and the hall suddenly became quiet. It was usually arranged by the superiors in person to apply for this kind of application in person, but it seemed abrupt.

"Okay." The other side nodded without thinking, "You want to avenge those old people, but I haven't forgotten. We will fight back together with the soldiers."

After receiving the promise, Yan Rou raised her chest and took a deep breath to bow to thank her. Hua Xiong next to the wine glass squeezed away, "Captain, don't forget me, I can be dragged from the Xiliang Army by you..."

"And my old Gao..."

"Me too……"

"And me!"

There were noisy sounds, and the old brothers joined in the fun. When they heard the lively atmosphere in the hall outside, the atmosphere of the banquet was pushed to a high point. Then they fell. It was already late at night. Occasionally, there were still voices drinking and scolding. Most of them had already returned with their families, and only a small number of them were lying down and snoring when they were drunk.

Gongsun Zhi looked at the night in the light of a torch, and the one-armed scholar beside him followed closely, "As soon as Cao Shi died, Zhang Yan would definitely not be able to sit still... What should we do next?"

The figure wearing a cloak fell silent, and there was no trace of intoxication on his face.

"Talk and he will accept it."
Chapter completed!