The street was originally in chaos, but now someone was paying attention.
Even if they saw it, they thought they were injured by the Fuso Japs who resisted. Apart from adding to the already rising anger, there was no other reaction.
"Little brother Qiu..." Even Li Shoubei, who was not far away, just shouted in surprise and then disappeared.
At this moment, killing the Fusang Japs is the most important thing.
"Retreat after your success, let's go." Among the crowd, Ziyu looked up at Beiming Changfeng who was carrying him, and waved his hand with a smile on his face.
Beiming Changfeng took a look at the blood on the corner of Ziyu's mouth, his face darkened, and then he turned around and left.
This Qin Ziyu really has so many tricks up his sleeve.
Now, even if the Emperor of Later Qin investigates and the person who sent the fake goods is dead, he will not be able to find her, Qin Ziyu, which is powerful enough.
The crowd was so huge that Ziyu's figure was instantly submerged.
Suzhou City was in chaos, and no one paid attention. A group of people walked through the crowd and headed towards the city gate.
The sun sets to the west, and the setting sun at dusk is like blood.
Ten miles away from the Qinhuai hills, people live in mountains and rivers.
In this quiet green mountain, there is a lonely tomb. It is very new, very new, and the tomb has no name or surname. It is empty.
Ziyu stood in front of the new grave with a serious face, knelt down and kowtowed three times: "Old man, little one, Ziyu has avenged you, please rest in peace."
This is where the people from Diyi buried their grandfather and grandson who were hanged at the entrance of the alley.
Although it was not her fault, it was because of her that she should kneel down.
The green mountains are faint, the green water is quiet, and that's all she can do.
"Let's go." After bidding farewell to my father-in-law's lonely grave, Beiming Changfeng didn't want Ziyu to stay any longer. He turned around and left quickly.
Here, it is extremely dangerous to stay for a moment longer.
Ziyu knew the importance, but although he felt reluctant to give up, he left without saying anything and followed Beiming Changfeng.
Desolate and deserted, miserable and miserable.
Leaving Gufenqingshan and walking on the relatively wide ten-mile Qinhuai Road, Diyi, who had been coldly looking at Ziyu, suddenly looked at Ziyu and asked: "How do you make ginseng and live dragon?"
The subordinates who were scattered around pretending to be passers-by all pricked up their ears.
According to Hanyang, how did you make something so vivid?
Ziyu heard this: "I want to say it's made of radish, do you believe it or not?"
Di Yi looked at Ziyu with an absolutely cold look, fully indicating that he didn't believe it.
"It's okay if you don't believe me. My housekeeping skills can tell you that the disciples of the church will starve to death, so don't even think about it." Ziyu waved his hand and looked at the ground in an extremely mysterious manner.
Turn around and leave...
"Pfft." Hanyang couldn't help laughing...
Beiming Changfeng glanced at Ziyu, and there seemed to be a slight smile deep in his eyes.
Ziyu looked around leisurely, with a look of dismay on his face.
Those methods of deception were learned when she was keen on collecting. Light, shadow and comparison can make people visually feel alive, and there are endless methods of making things old. These skills are not easy to explain to others.
"Where shall we go now?" Ziyu saw Beiming Changfeng leading a group of them towards the dock.
"Go back to Shengjing." Beiming Changfeng said calmly.
Shengjing, the capital of the twenty-seven cities of Zhenbei, is where the King of Zhenbei lives.
Ziyu's eyes immediately rolled around twice. If she went to Shengjing with Beiming Changfeng, the risk of being exposed would be too great.