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Chapter 703 is back

Zheng Xianglong wanted to cry.

The kind that cries loudly.

This time I came to Feng Yu Xing Sheng, I had clearly seen the almanac and asked the divination in the temple.

The hexagram shows: good luck and good fortune.

As a result, he now has to accompany this lunatic to die in the Sea Clan camp - this is not a negotiation for peace, he is clearly going to die.

Just because Lin Beichen, a lunatic, said that negotiating peace is risky and you need to be careful when leaving the city, he was willing to take risks for the tens of millions of people in the city. As a result, many people were moved to tears. But the problem is, are you willing to take risks?

Why are you following me? Have you asked my opinion?

What's more disgusting is that this bastard rides a white horse, but makes me walk on two feet?

I am a powerful person with the rank of director of the capital city, so I have no cards?

"I rode a white horse through three passes. I changed into plain clothes and returned to the Central Plains. I left Xiliang alone and no one cared about me. All I wanted was Wang Baochuan..."

Lin Beichen held the long whip in his hand, shaking his head and humming.

Who is Wang Baochuan?

What is Xiliang?

Where is the Central Plains?

Zheng Xianglong listened with his ears pricked up, and there were many little question marks in his head.

"A true celebrity."

On the city wall, Feixue looked at Lin Beichen's back for a moment and couldn't help but admire him.

Everyone thinks so.

Single-handedly, I can carry the comfort of Zhaohui City.

Afraid that the peace talks would be in danger, he only took Zheng Xianglong with him to prevent others from taking risks.

What do we usually call this kind of person?

This wave is like ‘Iron shoulders bear moral justice, silver swords forge the soul of the country’.

Is this the true sentiment of Lin Beichen, who has been misreported as a brain-dead prodigal?

Tears.

A group of top bosses stood behind the parapet, looking across the crenel and looking at Mr. Lin's mountain-like back, and they were all immersed in emotion.

Broken snowflakes are flying.

The weather is so cold that when you exhale through your mouth, it turns into white mist.

The Sea Clan camp in the distance is like a ferocious ancient beast, lingering dozens of miles away like a dragon and a tiger. Dark black lead clouds cover a large area of ​​the sky, casting large swaths of light on the ground.

The dark shadow seemed to be an abyss of darkness.

Since the appearance of this camp, it has brought disaster and depression to the entire Zhaohui City.

In the hearts of all humans, that is the source of fear.

No one has ever dared to go to that place alone.

Even the most elite scouts in the city only dared to look at the camp from a distance and did not dare to approach it at all.

That darkness swallowed up many powerful human beings.

Except Lin Beichen.

This genius from Yunmeng City has been there more than once.

Today, he went again.

It's so touching.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Lin Beichen, who was riding a white horse, and Zheng Xianglong, who was cowering, entered the darkness in the distance.

In the cold winter, everyone is waiting.

The news spread in the city.

More and more soldiers climbed to the top of the city and looked at the Hai Clan camp in the distance.

A formation master started a live broadcast on the top of the city.

In the great city of Zhaohui, large black crystal screens were turned on.

The picture is always fixed on the distant view of the Hai Clan camp.

Countless city residents watched quietly in front of the big screen, clasping their hands and praying in their hearts.

Some people also came to the foot of the temple mountain to pray to the great Lord of Swords, hoping that this god who had protected the empire for hundreds of years would appear again and protect the greatest warriors in the Wind Whisper Province.

In the Yunmeng camp, countless people prayed devoutly.

"Young Master Lin will definitely return safely..."

The higher-ups of the camp stared at the large black crystal screen that had been temporarily set up.

"Young master will win."

Qianqian waved her little fist and held Qianqian's palm tightly with her other hand.

Both girls' palms were sweating.

Tang Tian held the notebook in his hand, and he didn't know what he thought of. He wrote quickly and quickly, and quickly wrote several articles...

Boss Yang and others, their faces turned pale from nervousness, were together with many poor brothers. They knelt on the ground with the most pious attitude in their lives, kowtowing and praying. Looking around, they saw the darkness outside the Yunmeng camp.

People were kneeling on the ground, like a sea of ​​human heads, stretching as far as the eye could see.

All refugees, all those who have lost their homes, experienced hunger and despair, are praying.

Pray and bless the person who brings them hope and light to come back alive.

Otherwise, they will fall back into endless darkness and suffering.

Temple Mountain.

Archbishop Mochizuki pushed open the temple door and carried breakfast to the depths of the hall.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Huh? Where is Your Majesty?"

The hall was empty.

At this time on weekdays, His Majesty must be in the palace, lying lazily on the bed, looking very tired. He must have been practicing too hard and needs to rest for at least half a day before he can regain his energy, but today he is not here.

Already?

what happened?

Archbishop Wangyue sensed carefully that there was no aura of Mianxia in the entire temple mountain.

Moreover, she was surprised to find that the [Sword Armor] hanging deep in the temple was also missing.

Where did the crown go?

Afterwards, Archbishop Wangyue vaguely thought of something.



at the same time.

Ling Mansion.

"Ouch, oh, oh, auntie, please be gentle, you are about to pluck out all my grandfather's beard..."

Ling Taixu was angry and helpless.

"Go and help Brother Chen quickly..."

Early morning urged.

Ling Taixu said helplessly: "How can I help? I'm just an old man with kidney deficiency who is addicted to women. I can still fight in the sea camp. That brat wants to be a hero and win the championship."

If anger turns into beauty, let him die..."

"I don't care, you bad old man, my brother Chen took the risk because of you. Go quickly..."

Stomping his feet in the early morning.

"You are asking grandpa to die. It is inhumane. For the sake of your little lover, you are actually embarrassing a poor old man like me..." Ling Taixu said helplessly.

Chen Chen said: "You are such a bad old man, you are not going to die, I know... you go quickly."

Ling Taixu had no choice but to put on his pajamas and escape from the house, saying: "Okay, okay..."

I thought about it in the early morning, stood on tiptoes, and tiptoed to escape from the room.

"Where to go? Stop."

The Book of Qinlan appears.

I suddenly had a sad face in the early morning.

"You have just recovered and you still want to use that power? You don't want to live anymore?"

Qin Lanshu said seriously: "Go back."

"mother……"

A look of pleading appeared on Chen Chen's pretty face.

Qin Lanshu said solemnly, "Okay, don't worry...he won't die."

I was startled in the early hours of the morning, but then I seemed to have realized something, and said in disbelief: "Mom, you..."

Qin Lanshu snorted and said, "The Ling family owes him."



Countless people were kneeling on the ground in various major districts of Chaohui City.

In Zhaohui City, there has never been such a moment of unity as now.

Even those who usually hate Lin Beichen deeply hope that he can come back alive at this time.

After all, if he died, the entire Zhaohui City would be doomed.

There are no complete eggs under the overturned nest.

time flies.

Sunrise and sunset.

The sunset dyed the sky red.

Everyone's hearts are burning with anxiety.

"Look, someone is coming out."

Xiao Ye suddenly said loudly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the Hai Clan camp.

Between heaven and earth, under the setting sun, I saw a white horse and a young man coming slowly.

Behind the boy with the white horse, followed a shivering and wretched man.

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