Purple Wing doesn't know? No, of course Purple Wing knows, knows everything that happened, that's right, from the people in black surrounding him to Lu Yao playing the actions of the people in black, the slaughter, Purple Wing, all know.

But Purple Wing didn't take any action, just closed his eyes to listen, and in the sea of knowledge, the arrogant throne emitted a faint purple light, and Zishan respectfully waited aside.

They are mercenaries! They are lowly but not lowly, they don't need anyone's sympathy, and when the first partner in the team dies, the solution is already doomed, and it is only a matter of time before they are wiped out.

Why didn't Purple Wing use his hands? The best strength among the black-clothed people is just the Divine Envoy, with the strength of the Purple Wing Divine General's first-order, it is enough to kill all these black-clothed people who are a large or even several large ranks lower than him, and not one of them will be left! But Purple Wing did not do this, as an arrogant king, he disdains and helps those "humble" mercenaries!

That's right, I am the owner of the arrogant throne, and from the day I set foot on the throne, I am purple wing, destined to be a king! Unconsciously, purple wing's state of mind quietly changed, and when the baptism of arrogance came, although it was silent but terrifying!

Lu Yao also held the jade flute and played it selflessly, and the sad melody was accompanied by a sound of breaking the sky!

Sou!!!

The old coachman died on the horse's back with an arrow stuck in his throat, and the horse, which had lost its backbone, stopped in its place.

No one noticed that Ziyi's eyes and temperament had quietly changed, and Zishan quietly appeared beside Ziyi, sitting quietly next to Ziyi, fortunately, Lu Yao couldn't see it, otherwise the three of them were crowded in this small carriage..... It's a bit excessive.

Zi Shan smiled slightly, gently leaned on Zi Yi's ear, and blew softly: "Well, master, arrogant baptism......"

The carriage stopped, Lu Yao's song was finished, and he found that the mercenaries who were chatting outside suddenly quieted down, looked at Ziyi with wide eyes and said with a proud smile: "How about senior! I'm amazing, right?"

Ziyi's face was a little stiff, forcibly suppressed the restless arrogance in his body, barely squeezed out a smile, and replied in a somewhat stiff tone: "Still, okay?"

Lu Yao's flute sound is really good, but unfortunately there is no way to praise Lu Yao in her posture at this moment, and a different idea comes out of her heart: I fart better than it when I fart such garbage music.

Hearing Ziyi's answer, Lu Yao pouted dissatisfiedly and muttered: "What's okay, duplicity, obviously very good, hum, stupid senior, I don't care about your evaluation, I'm just, just ......"

Of course, Ziyi didn't listen to Lu Yao's muttering, he only knew that Lu Yao was sulking inexplicably, now that the mercenaries were dead, and the coachman was already cold, Ziyi was thinking of a way to get along that was gorgeous and comfortable without losing face and fast.

Outside the carriage, the water that had been wrapped by dozens of men in black was impassable.

"These two people are not small, pay attention, don't forget our purpose!"

"Judging by the number of mercenaries hired plus the degree of escorts, these two people should be big shots. ”

"Haha, the man will be killed in a while, and the woman will ......"

"Shhhh Chanting: "The Honor of Art, the Honor of Luxury, the Honor of All Things!"