The first thousand five hundred and eighty-four chapters talk about chickens and ducks
Huang Wending was secretly surprised. Is there any evidence for such a thing?
My father obviously did everything he did, without any flaws. There was not a single witness, and there was no physical evidence at all.
"What evidence?" Huang Wending felt guilty: "I can tell you, it must not be oral evidence, it won't count!"
After all, he is also the Director of Supervision of the Righteous Alliance. To punish him, there must be irrefutable evidence.
"Come here, bring me some pen and ink!" Xia Qingchen raised his hand.
Behind her, Fang Cuihong immediately took out her pen and ink, raised a piece of white paper with both hands above her head, and sent it to Xia Qingchen.
Xia Qingchen took the brush and brushed it a few times. The brush left two big words on the white paper - evidence!
"Give them a look!" Xia Qingchen said.
Fang Cuihong immediately unfolded the white paper and presented it to Huang Wending and the tombkeepers present for viewing.
"Isn't it just evidence? Just write it to you!" Xia Qingchen said calmly but domineeringly: "Don't mention one piece of evidence, I can write it to you if there are 11,100,000 pieces of evidence!"
They just understood what Xia Qingchen meant by "evidence".
This, this is too unreasonable, right?
Chen Guang said dissatisfied: "Xiahou, are you kidding us?"
Xia Qingchen's backhand was a Dayan Sword. The cold sword energy swept past and went straight to Chen Guang's face.
The latter suffered a loss from the Dayan Sword, was startled, and hurriedly dodged away.
But the sword energy still swept through his armpits, shattering his sleeves into pieces!
Chen Guang was shocked and angry: "You..."
Xia Qingchen said coldly: "You wanted evidence, I gave it to you, and now you are saying that I am teasing you. It seems that you are planning to fall out now, right?"
Chen Guang was about to refute, but the tomb guard stopped him with his hand.
He looked deeply at Xia Qingchen, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Okay, we will no longer interfere in your private affairs."
As wise as he is, he has already noticed Xia Qingchen's intentions.
If he continues to protect Huang Wending, Xia Qingchen will do anything, including withdrawing from the Righteous Alliance.
Without him and Lou Nan's army, supplies will become the fatal weakness of the Righteous Alliance.
If so, then the gain outweighs the loss.
"However, I hope you will agree to one thing first." Of course, they also do not want their majesty to be damaged: "Please find another place to resolve your personal grudges."
As long as the grudges are not settled in front of them, the tomb guards can pretend not to know.
When outsiders started talking about it, they, the tombkeepers, could just use the excuse of not being present so as not to lose their prestige.
"Okay." Xia Qingchen took a step back and stared at Huang Wending coldly: "You can run nine hundred feet first."
Huang Wending knew that he had been abandoned by the tombkeeper, so he could only grit his teeth and said, "You're going to be cruel!"
He rushed out of the military camp and ran towards the camp of the Zhongyun Realm army.
There is only one person in the world who can and is willing to save him - Grandpa, Huang Zhongting.
Every conflict between him and Xia Qingchen was always mediated by his grandfather, and this time was no exception.
But what made him so angry that he vomited blood, Xia Qingchen's faint voice came from the tent behind him: "Fang Cuihong, bring me my big bow with a range of one thousand feet!"
Let him run nine hundred feet first, and then shoot him with a giant bow with a range of one thousand feet.
This is not letting him go, it's obviously a cat and mouse deliberately teasing him!
Chirp——
Without giving Huang Wending a chance to resist, a streak of blood-red color pierced through the tent and space, and went straight to his back.
When he saw the blood-red color clearly, Huang Wending's scalp felt numb.
It turned out that Xia Qingchen actually used the Dayan Sword as a sharp arrow. This arrow could penetrate any defense.
If in the past, someone lucky had come along, he wouldn't be afraid.
But now, his luck has been exhausted and he has become an ordinary person. He is in extremely danger of being shot.
Soon enough, Huang Wending pounced forward in embarrassment and rolled around for several weeks. When he was about to get up, he suddenly noticed that his palms were sticky.
Looking down, he saw a pile of wet and sticky horse dung, which was crushed to pieces by his palms.
The fishy smell made Huang Wending get goosebumps all over his body and made him feel extremely nauseous.
However, he had no time to care. He glanced at the Dayan Sword that passed above his head, and immediately turned around and galloped in another direction.
Unexpectedly, after running a few steps, my feet slipped and I immediately fell to the ground.
That's it, he looks a lot like Xia Qingchen, with a handsome face, thrown into another pile of freshly baked horse dung.
His face was covered with horse manure, which made Huang Wending tremble all over.
When had Huang Wending been in such a miserable state?
However, the embarrassment is still behind.
Next, Xia Qingchen shot another arrow. Huang Wending was tired of avoiding it and fell into the horse manure pit.
Forget it, he finally climbed out, and in the process of escaping, he fell into a pit outside the military camp!
Huang Wending couldn't get angry. He simply didn't understand why he was so unlucky.
That's because he doesn't understand that everything must be reversed.
He was very lucky before, but now that he has lost his lucky body, he will inevitably be enveloped in bad luck.
Especially Xia Qingchen's divine influence made this shortcoming more prominent, so it was such bad luck.
He finally realized Ye Linglong's pain.
The distance between the two camps is only a few dozen miles. For a small moon warrior like Huang Wending, it should only take a few minutes.
But now, I spent half an hour still on the road.
He stumbled all the way, shouting loudly as he ran: "Hurry! Let my grandfather Huang Zhongting save me!"
Perhaps his cry was discovered by someone who was interested and notified Huang Zhongting in time.
Whoosh——
A figure flew over Huang Wending's head and rushed towards the direction from which he came.
"Grandpa!" Huang Wending shouted in surprise.
However, what he got was a casual glance from Huang Zhongting, who continued on his way and searching as if nothing had happened.
"It's me! I'm the aspirant!" he shouted hurriedly.
Um?
Huang Zhongting, who was speeding, suddenly braked. He turned back and looked at Huang Wending: "Are you Ding'er?"
It's not that Huang Zhongting doesn't know his grandson.
Instead, the sight of this stinking man who was covered with human yellow and horse dung, covered with filth and maggots, and even his body shape was unrecognizable, could not see the shadow of Huang Wending.
"Grandpa, please save me!" Huang Wending immediately threw himself in front of his grandfather and shouted for help: "Xia Qingchen, he, he wants to kill me!"
"What did you say?" Huang Zhongting was shocked and extremely shocked!
Seeing this, Huang Wending grabbed the life-saving straw and said with added jealousy: "Yes, Xia Qingchen wants to kill me. This time, grandpa must not be merciful to him..."
Unexpectedly, Huang Zhongting said excitedly next: "You mean, Xia Qingchen is still alive?"
"Grandpa, the point is that he is chasing me!"
"Is he really alive?"
"Grandpa, did you hear that? He is chasing me!"
"Oh my God, he is still alive!!!"
"Grandpa, he is chasing your grandson!"
"God has eyes, let him still live!"
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Huang Wending was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke.
Are they really grandfather and grandson?
Why is it like a chicken talking to a duck, but the focus is not on the same channel at all?