Lu Qian was standing under a tree holding a knife when another Ming cultist shouted loudly and jumped down to chop at his head.
Twisting one side of his body, Lu Qian did not hesitate at all. He dodged and stepped on the man's hamstring, breaking it.
Looking at the two people who were easily subdued by him, Lu Qian shook his head gently, not knowing whether he was remembering or sighing.
Seeing this in the eyes of the two of them, they felt humiliated and said ferociously: "Young officer, if you want to kill me, kill me!"
Lu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged on a tree root, and said, "When I was just starting out, I was just as ignorant as you, but I acted based on my blood and followed the Salt King to earn a living in the Huaihe River.
That day, at Akino Port, was the first time I saw Jiangnan La."
At this point, a hint of admiration appeared in the corner of Lu Qian's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "He just stood there. He had a broad face, a broad mouth, a tall body, and a voice as loud as a bell. He was so loyal that he made people's hearts beat. No wonder Jiangnan
Countless heroes have fallen under his command, he is truly a respectable and extravagant man."
Both of them were injured and lost the ability to escape or resist. Although I don't know why the military general of the court did not kill him, he instead talked about the past events of King Ming.
However, listening to his words, there was no ill will toward Prince Ming. Instead, he was full of praise. The two of them snorted coldly and stopped yelling.
Lu Qian paused, as if he was immersed in the past, and the expression on his face changed very richly.
In the Long Live Camp, Lu Yuhou, who had always had a cold face, actually showed his true feelings at this time.
"Have you seen Han Shizhong who killed Fang La?"
The two shook their heads together.
Lu Qian said with a smile: "Then Han Shizhong, nicknamed Po Han Wu, has an unkempt beard and is full of foul language. I don't know how many military sticks he received. I was ordered to check his background. This guy is a rogue and bully in the village.
The common people dare to be angry but dare not speak out. When they are in the army, they are still gamblers. They often kill enemies and behead them to make some money and then lose it all. In the dirtiest and most despicable brothel in the northwest, I don’t know how many romantic fights I had with people. I turned down the prostitutes.
Capital, not repaying gambling debts, a complete waste of talent.
Such a ruthless military man, with his courage and fifty men, beheaded your Ming King. Poor fools and women, who still believe in the reincarnation of Ming King. Even if he is a hero for half his life, he is just an ordinary man, and he bleeds when he is beheaded.
Even if you cut off your head, you will die."
When the two believers saw that he had insulted King Ming, they became furious and struggled to get up to fight.
"Bitch thief, don't think that grandpas don't know your thoughts. Grandpa advises you to give up on this idea as soon as possible. Don't even think about getting a word out of our mouths."
Lu Qian shook his head and said: "My original intention is to see you pitiful. At such an age, it is the time to honor your parents. I don't want to be famous for honoring my parents, but here I am because I didn't give birth to you and didn't raise you."
Your so-called Ming Wang worked hard to get any useful information out of you two minions. How much useful information can you know at your level? It seems that you are deeply poisoned and cannot be saved."
With only two swords, Lu Qian wiped the blade of the knife after killing the person, and walked out of the jungle with the knife on his shoulder.
The shadow on the ground stretched very long, with a somewhat lonely back. Lu Qian chewed a branch, chewing the bitter juice until it was tasteless, and spat on the ground: "Bah, the world is not about heroes. One life is a hero, one life is a hero.
He is lonely, poor, conceited and sentimental."
In the distance, Yang Lin and others followed the traces and found that when they arrived at the bank of the river, more than a dozen dogs stopped moving forward.
Yang Lin's face was gloomy, and Yang Tianning stepped forward and said: "Father, I'm afraid he crossed the river and escaped."
Yang Lin hummed and sighed: "It's a pity that it was so difficult to find this place."
"What's so difficult about this? The adoptive father just wraps it around our little wolf camp and disciplines them with nowhere to hide."
Yang Lin sighed and said: "Hurry across the river and search along the river bank. I don't believe that Fang Miao Lian can fly into the sky!"
On the other side of the river, in a temporary ruined temple, Fang Miaolian gritted her teeth with hatred.
He was already convinced that Yang Lin knew the child's life experience and wanted to take Leer back.
This is the most unacceptable to her. Now her son is all her bond and no one is allowed to take it away.
Fang Qifo looked at the saint in front of him and handed over a piece of roast rabbit with a complicated expression. He was not a fool, on the contrary, he was very smart.
Judging from the officers and soldiers' desperate search and dog-skin-like tracking, this child's identity must be extraordinary.
As for saying that he is the reincarnation of King Ming, that is nonsense to deceive fools.
Fang Miaolian took the rabbit meat and took a bite. The rabbit meat was so oily that it dripped onto the child, making him cry because of the heat.
Fang Miaolian quickly lowered her head and clumsily coaxed her son. Although she was already twenty-seven years old, this was her first time giving birth to a child, and all her previous scheming and experience were useless on this little ancestor.
Seeing that she was really embarrassed, Fang Qifu stepped forward and said, "I'll do it."
"Are you okay?" Fang Miaolian asked doubtfully.
After taking the child, Fang Qifo smiled and said, "Let's try it."
He hugged Fang Le and rocked back and forth while making faces at him.
Counting it all together, this child is already three or four months old and already has various expressions on his face.
I don't know why, but he just liked Fang Qifu very much and grinned.
Fang Miaolian laughed and scolded: "You little heartless kid only knows how to punish me and his father."
Halfway through, he stopped abruptly. Fang Qifu's expression changed and he pretended not to hear.
Fang Miaolian straightened her temples and smoothed her hair beside her ears. She glanced at him pretending to be casual and found that his expression was as usual.
At this time, he accidentally mentioned Leer's father. Fang Qifu should have been surprised, but he looked like he was dead. It was obvious that this kid had guessed something and was still pretending. Fang Miaolian glared angrily.
glanced at him.
This kind of roll of the eyes would be off-putting to ordinary women.
However, it is a different flavor to do it with such an unparalleled beauty. Even if Fang Qifu had no other ideas, he would still be heartbroken.
Fang Miaolian looked at his embarrassed look, suddenly laughed out loud, threw a wooden stick at him, and said: "Listen, even though I don't want to admit it, Le'er is the son of that dog official Yang Lin. If
I really couldn't hold on anymore, so I committed suicide before they caught me. You take Le'er and go find his father, maybe I can give you a fortune."
"Saint, me"
"Don't call me a saint. When my adoptive father died, Mingjiao died. Now among the remaining ones, who can get on the stage and who can subdue the heroes. If the officers and soldiers hadn't been chasing closely, I'm afraid there wouldn't have been any need for the court to take action. First of all,
Infighting is the end of it."
Fang Miaolian snatched her son away with her hands and glared at him with hatred. Then her eyes turned full of tenderness and said, "You heartless thing, what will happen to you in the future? Mom really wants to see."