Leng Buyu mistakenly thought that he heard it wrong and repeated these three words.
The Dongli envoy who answered immediately nodded, his tone still flattering, and said: "Yes, that's right, that's my grandson. My grandson Hayato is the third son of my grandson's family."
Leng Buyu nodded, this is really a strange surname. I wonder what this surname means in their Dongli language.
Leng Buyu asked again: "Who is his teacher?"
"His teacher, his master, is a divine being from overseas immortals. As for his name, we don't even know his name."
Hearing this, Leng Buyu couldn't help but narrow his eyes and twitch his eyelids slightly. This change frightened the Dongli envoy.
The Dongli envoy could not help but feel weak in his legs and almost fell to his knees. He said in a trembling voice: "We don't know what my grandson's teacher is called. We only know, we only know..."
"Just know what!"
The sound was icy cold, and the breath emanating from it made the Dongli envoy's heart beat faster, and his temples were covered with sweat.
Another envoy from Dongli also rushed to talk and flattered: "In Dongli, no one knows the name of my grandson's teacher. We only know that his surname is Duan Qian!"
When the word "Duan Qian" came out of his mouth, Leng Buyu couldn't help but be startled, his eyes were full of doubts.
"Duan Qian? What a coincidence. Everyone is afraid of the Duan Qian family, but I am silent. What I want to do most is to kill all the Duan Qian family!"
Leng Buyu's arrogant words made all the Dongli envoys swallow their saliva. The fear in their eyes could no longer be suppressed.
For example, the envoy from Dongli who couldn't say anything before had collapsed on the ground, and his legs were shaking unsatisfactorily.
Leng Buyu chuckled. At the same time, ice fragments fell from everywhere on his body. Looking at the dozens of deep or shallow wounds on the body of the Daye Kingdom Sword Master, the people looked at them.
No more bleeding.
Did he turn Qi into ice and freeze it on his own wound?
Qi can actually be used like this. Should I say that the sword master of Daye is a talent or a madman?
Isn't he afraid that Qi will mix into the blood, expand the blood vessels, and cause the blood vessels to burst and cause death?
But no matter what these Dongli people think, the sword master of Daye Kingdom has gone far away. It seems that after killing his young master and my grandson Hayato, he ignored them and let them go like ants.
This feeling of being scorned and ignored was really uncomfortable, but in the end, I saved my life.
Should I be happy or sad about this?
Just when these Dongli people were in complicated moods, a large group of people lined up neatly on both sides of the street and poured out.
There is a Dongli person who recognizes these people. This is an independent department only in Hansu City, called Lijingmen.
But why did the people from Lijingmen suddenly appear? After thinking about it, this Dongli man had a bad feeling. Before he could say anything, the people from Lijingmen moved in unison and drew their swords one after another.
The sound of drawing a sword one after another completely woke up these Dongli people.
They were puzzled and puzzled, what did these Lijingmen mean?
There was an older Dongli person who couldn't help but frown. His Daye elegant language was much more standard than other Dongli people.
He looked angry and said in a displeased tone: "You useless stupid pigs of Ye State, do you know who we are? If you do this, you will..."
Before the older Dongli man could finish his words, he only heard a "whoosh" sound, and then felt a bang on his neck. Then, he spat out a big mouthful of Xue.
He used his last strength to look up high, and saw a man in white clothes blowing in the wind, holding a long bow as white as snow, standing on one side of the roof.
The older Dongli man touched his neck with his hand. It was cold and sharp. It was an arrowhead. It was a feathered arrow that had penetrated his neck.
Looking at their companions and seeing their elders killed by an arrow for no reason, the remaining Dongli people couldn't help but become even more angry. Then they heard "εεε"", and these Dongli people drew their swords.
A rougher Dongli man said to his companions in Dongli language: "It seems that these Ye country pigs will not let us go. Mr. Aoi, you have good movement skills and can run fast. We will cover you. You have to
Take what happened here back to Dongli."
Although the Dongli man, who was not tall and somewhat thin, was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and finally nodded and agreed.
Just when these people were about to start a fight with the people from Lijing Sect, the man in white who was holding a bow on the roof opened his mouth and listened to him: "Although Gu is not a snitch, he is still a bowman. When talking about body skills in front of a bowman,
Is it too ridiculous?"
Hearing the words of the bow-wielding man in white, not to mention the rougher Dongli man, the other Dongli people who also understood Daye's elegant dialect couldn't help but be shocked.
The man in white holding a bow took a step forward, fell from the roof, and then stood on the ground.
When these Dongli people looked at the man in white and holding a bow who called himself Gu, the aura emanating from this man actually made them feel suffocated.
This kind of deterrence, this sense of oppression, is even worse than the cold silence that has left.
It is a kind of aloofness of a king, which is difficult for ordinary people to compare with.
It was still the rougher Dongli man. He swallowed and guessed who this person was.
I didn't intend to act rashly, but a companion who was short-sighted stood up, cursed in Dongli language, and pointed a knife at the man in white who was holding the bow.
The rough Dongli man's eyes widened immediately, and he couldn't stop sweating from his temples. The sweat dripped on his shoulders, soaking his not-so-thin robe.
The rougher Dongli people guessed right. Apart from Bai Ling, the Lord of Hancheng, how could there be a second person in front of them, the man in white with a bow?
Bai Ling grinned. He finally understood how Leng Buyu felt when he faced these Dongli people.
These Dongli people are really helpless and annoying.
Since you don't like it, just kill them all now.
Bai Ling raised his right hand and said in a cold and silent voice: "Brothers from Lijingmen, listen up, leave one person behind, and the rest will be cut into pieces in thousands of pieces!"
Yuluo, those Dongli people who can't understand Daye's elegant dialect are really lucky. But those Dongli people who can understand Daye's elegant dialect are all ashen-faced, worse than flies flying into their throats.
Distressing.
Before these Dongli people could react, the Lijing disciples present said in unison: "Follow the city's idea, kill!"
As soon as the words fell, these Lijing sect members held swords in their hands and ran towards these Dongli people.
Bai Ling walked to the stone steps aside like an idler who had nothing to do. She didn't care whether the steps were clean or not and sat down directly.
He placed the white bow across his lap, put his left elbow on his leg, made a fist and pressed it against his left cheek. On the other hand, the five fingers of his right hand were pressing his baby's breast rhythmically.
bow.
It was more of a one-sided massacre than a battle. Each of those Dongli people had different emotions before death, including fear and anger. But in a short time, these few Dongli envoys
There was only one person left in the team.
Two strong Lijing disciples dragged the last remaining Dongli person over. Bai Ling couldn't help but smile when he saw it.
His companions from Lijingmen were really interesting, and the one they deliberately kept until the end was the somewhat rough Dongli man.
But this somewhat rough Dongli person has lost all trace of his humanity.
His legs are still there, but their shape is strange. I don't know how these people below can use their hands to be like this. But his hands are not as lucky as his legs.
Not only the hands of this rougher Dongli man, but also the two arms have been neatly separated from the body from the armpits to the shoulders.
His body was covered in blood, and he looked helpless. He looked up at Bai Ling, grinning, but the next moment, he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
The rough Dongli people were expecting the bloody phlegm to spit into Bai Ling's face and see the Han City Lord of Ye Kingdom embarrassed.
However, Bai Ling did not do what he wished, and the bloody phlegm stopped nearly half a foot away from Bai Ling's face.
Then, Bai Ling moved her finger slightly, and the bloody phlegm flew directly in the opposite direction.
A disgusting scene appeared. The rough Dongli man was still grinning and waiting for the show. The bloody phlegm flew directly into his mouth.
He couldn't help but open his eyes wide and wanted to spit out the bloody phlegm again, but the man from Lijingmen beside him didn't give him this chance at all.
The man moved quickly, and his hand reached over and directly covered the mouth of the rougher Dongli man.
After a struggle, his eyes finally opened so wide that it seemed as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. He swallowed the bloody phlegm.
This not only disgusted him, it was also a humiliation.
It was a huge humiliation, but it was also a humiliation that made him helpless.
Bai Ling looked at him directly, feeling amused, and asked: "Don't you understand why you are so ambitious when you are so far away from the east? Are you really not afraid of waking up this sleeping dragon in Daye?"
The rough Dongli man was still feeling nauseated. He even felt like he was deaf. He could only see Bai Ling's mouth opening and closing, but he seemed not to hear what Bai Ling was saying.
Bai Ling shook his head helplessly and gave several orders to the Lijing disciples, asking them to take him to the prison cell for safe custody. Then, he went to the City Lord's Mansion to invite Miss Xu over. She knew how to make the rough Dongli
People speak.
After hearing Bai Ling's order to invite Miss Xu, several people who had seen Xu Ning'er's methods couldn't help but shudder, but they didn't dare to ask any more questions.
After the people from Lijingmen left, Bai Ling sat back on the stone steps again. He looked at the corpses that had not been cleaned up and couldn't help but laugh.
He once worried about whether it was right or wrong to let Leng Baiyu go into Hancheng with Yaowang.
How many times have I asked myself, does the deal with Muhanlou go against the original intention?
But once or twice, Leng Buyu and Yaowu made the entire Hansu City a mess, and he felt that sometimes, the rules were just bullshit.
Itβs because you stick to the rules that you are constrained by others again and again. But if you are as cold and arrogant as you are, and regard the rules as bullshit, will your plan be easier?