Wu Bo said slowly: "Wu Qianqian." ”

Long Que's eyes showed a hint of incomprehension, and he said softly: "Now we have nowhere to know the news of Wu Qianqian, how can we solve the crisis of the Great Snow Dragon Rider." ”

Wu Bo said: "All this, the King of Light can do it. ”

Long Que's brows couldn't help frowning.

——How did Li Qifeng's identity as the King of Light come about, he was very clear in his heart, and he asked himself, he was not absolutely sure that he could move Li Qifeng.

"We can't entrust everything to the King of Light...... More often than not, we need to solve it in other ways. ”

Long Que said slowly.

Wu Bo's expression changed slightly, he pondered it carefully, and seemed to have guessed a few scruples in Long Que's heart in his heart, and said slowly: "The matter about Wu Qianqian can only be carried out in secret, if the King of Light cannot, then we can use the disciples of the Jixia Academy Palace to do it in secret." ”

Long Que nodded slowly and said, "It seems that this is the only way. ”

Wu Bo said: "Wu Qianqian's identity is too special, when the disciples of the Jixia Academy Palace go, they should carry the holy decree, so that it can not only show our attitude, but also increase the persuasiveness...... No matter what, she can't do anything in the Taiqian realm, otherwise the big snow dragon will cross the river, and then it will be the real danger. ”

Long Que nodded heavily, his eyes looking into the distance.

The depths of the eyes reveal infinite light.

"When I destroy all the obstacles that stand in my way, it will be the day when the world will be stable. ”

Long Que said slowly.

……

……

Even in the imperial capital, which symbolizes the wealth and power of the empire, there is no shortage of poor people, these poor people are like flies flying out of the sewers, and the dignitaries and nobles in the imperial capital see them, they are ruthlessly expelled from them, and they are even expelled a few feet away, and they are ruthlessly driven to the sides by those arrogant slaves, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and they can't even raise their heads.

Above the kingship.

No, every person in the imperial capital has that kind of innate pride, even if they are closest to the imperial power, the sound of the bell from the palace that they can hear every day is not the slightest excitement, and they feel very irritable and even hateful from the bottom of their hearts when they are hungry.

Dignitaries and nobles have their own enjoyment.

The poor also have their own lives to live.

It's like two parallel lines that can never intersect.

It's like the two sides at the end of Suzaku Street, one side is lined with tall buildings and people coming and going, and the other side is much quieter, and you can only see many plainly dressed and even patched people hurrying by.

If—

Someday.

If someone moves these two parallel lines, then the lines will intersect.

In the early morning, the imperial capital was still in peace, and the poor people in the city had already begun to work, and although they were extremely disgusted with the rich and powerful masters, they still had to make a living under their men.

A yawning gray-clad servant opened the back door, and two tall men in patches stood respectfully, each carrying a huge barrel on their shoulders.

"Brother Ma...... Tired. ”

The man in the lead asked with a smiling face.

The gray-shirted servant waved his hand impatiently and said, "Hurry up, the masters will get up and smell a trace of stench later, and it will be troublesome." ”

"Yes, yes...... We'll ship it away right away. ”

With smiling faces, the two tall men bent their backs and picked up the filth of the night and hurriedly left.

The back door closed again.

Both men looked backwards.

"This rich person is different, and the he eats is much worse than that of ordinary people. ”

"Phew—I'll let them taste my scimitar later, and I'll cut their bellies and see what they're eating. ”

"This can be there. ”

"It's a pity, these four barrels of gold liquid, if poured into the crops, can still nourish the crops. ”

"It's a pity. ”

"It's almost time. ”

"Let's act!"

Between the words, the fierce aura on the bodies of the two tall men began to change, and before the eyebrows, the fierce aura was revealed.

The bamboo pole on the shoulder moved, and the huge wooden barrel suddenly burst out like a boulder, flying into the extraordinary rich family's compound.

The next moment.

The two men were both armed with scimitars, and the cruelty in their eyes was fully revealed, and their bodies jumped into the courtyard.

Screams and wails suddenly rang out.

——

Meanwhile.

Among the imperial capital, among the rich families, and among the officials' residences...... It's all about killing.

The killers are all plainly dressed, patched, and they look extremely honest and honest on weekdays, and even some poor people, on weekdays, they see that the powerful and rich people are walking around, but at this moment they are showing sharp blades, killing mercilessly, they are no longer the only ones they see on weekdays, but they have become the Shura evil who came out of hell.

Killing breaks the peace of the morning.

The ubiquitous killing seemed to have been prepared for a long time.

Those who are pampered and full of official authority on weekdays have become catfish on the chopping board, and their guards and servants have been mercilessly slaughtered - this is probably what the chicken and dog do not leave behind.

By the time the city guards found out that something was unusual, things had already developed to the point of being very bad.

The poor people in the imperial capital seem to be crazy and are searching for money everywhere, they have been suppressed for too long, they are venting in a frenzy, taking away what they can take, destroying what they can destroy, and what they really can't do is to destroy it directly...... At this moment, the honest poor people seem to be evil ghosts.

In the north camp of the city, all the men and horses in Si Tianfu were dispatched.

Trying to catch the murderer.

But the ubiquitous presence of the poor makes it impossible for them to find the real murderer.

The law does not hold the public accountable.

The Haidong stone of Honglu Temple has also become a little tricky.

A raging fire burned on the left side of Suzaku's street, and black smoke rose dozens of feet high, obscuring the blue sky.

Hai Dongshi looked at the poor people with excited expressions and clenched his fists.

He wanted to order the arrest of all the people, but this was unrealistic, but he couldn't let everyone leave freely, and his contradictory mood made his expression extremely ugly.

"Let's go...... Let the people of Si Tianfu stabilize the order of the imperial capital first!"

Think about it again.

Hai Dongshi said softly.

(End of chapter)