Lin Buhuo jumped off his tall bear cavalry. His subordinates had already raised the curtain of the tavern, entered the door, and glanced at the tavern hall that was filled with the smell of blood. His eyes stopped for a moment on Chen Xian's body. Lin Buhuo
Not confused, he just frowned.
Chen Xian was his sworn brother and was usually loyal to him. He was like a right-hand person. Now that he died like this, how could he not feel sad.
With a big hand, he directly grabbed the shopkeeper who was kneeling on the ground.
"Who did this?!"
The shopkeeper was already so frightened that his whole body was shaking like chaff, "Two teenagers...a boy and a girl...the girl is wearing a white mink cloak..."
Mink fur cloak?
What kind of characteristic is this? Every rich person here is not wearing a fur coat?!
Lin Buhuo could only wish to crush him with one palm, "What does he look like?!"
"The villain didn't... didn't see clearly..." The shopkeeper was not lying when he said this. There were people arriving in the tavern, and he had no time to look at each one's appearance. He felt the palm of his hand tightening, and he hurriedly
Then he said, "But...but...they claim to be from Lan Yao City..."
"Lanyao City?! Lance, you don't take me, Lin Buhuo, seriously, do you?!" Lin Buhuo gritted his teeth and threw the shopkeeper to the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Come here, collect the body, others
Man, give me an inn-by-inn search, and capture all the people who come to Lan Yao City!"
The Blizzard Legion has always been domineering in the northern area. Even Chiyao City has to give some face. Today, something like this happened on their own ground. How could Lin Buhuo not be angry?!
The seven main cities naturally dislike each other.
Lance was accustomed to being arrogant because he was the lord of Lan Yao City and his family had a great business. Although there was no major disagreement between him and Lin Zhihuo, they were definitely not harmonious.
Lin Buhuo is just a rough guy. He has so many fine thoughts. Naturally, he would not have expected that Zi Tong deliberately framed Lan Yao City. Zi Tong used this alienation tactic just right.
Lin Buhuo gave an order, and the whole town in the snow country instantly jumped into chaos. From the beginning of the town to the end of the town, the sound of horse hooves, screams... became chaos.
The instigator, Zi Tong, had already left the small town of Snow Country without anyone noticing, heading north towards the boundless snowfield.
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The sky and the earth are a silvery white, and the snowfields seem to be endless, dotted with large areas of dark green, which are cold-resistant pine forests.
There had just been a light snowfall last night. At this time, the snowfield was clear and the sky was clear. The red snowfield was especially enchanting.
In a clearing between low evergreen shrubs, purple light flashed past like a rainbow of different colors. Where the blade passed, a snow boar weighing more than 200 kilograms was instantly dead.
Zi Tong's feet landed firmly on the grass, and on the tip of the Qingfeng Liuyun Blade in his hand, a drop of blood slid down the tip and dripped on the snow, dazzling and bright red.
Picking up the knife, Zi Tong directly lifted up the black pig's head with thick hair and hung it on the top of a tree.
On the side, the purple disciple had already brought over several cleanly cut thick branches, used a dagger to cut open the belly of the wild boar, took out the internal organs, and carefully scrubbed its internal organs clean with snow, and then removed the prepared branches.
The strings were inserted into the body of the wild boar, and the other two were inserted vertically into the snow to serve as supports.