Meng Jingzhi, a famous historian of Hanyu in later generations, recorded in his book "The Biography of the Loyal and Righteous Spirit King of Xie": "King Wu of Wei did not give up winning, dominated the world, and became a hero. The loyal and righteous spirit king has been wronged by the world. ”

In the pouring rain, the heavily armed warriors finally searched the Mao'er Tea House, and the young warrior asked while checking everywhere, "Did you see any dwarves?" Xiao Er thought for a while, and he became excited, "Yes, it's on the second floor, I'll take you there!" The soldiers became alert, and the sharp *** had been pulled out.

In the window on the second floor, the cat's ear tea still has residual temperature, and the faint smell of tea wafts in the air, but there is no one at the table. Xiao Er's face was puzzled, and he said angrily: "He hasn't given the tea money yet." ”

Andrew didn't go far, he finally understood that his whereabouts, even his every move, was being watched, and now he had become a murderer, a murderer who would not give up on King Wei Wu. His instinct told him that somewhere in Pingyuan City, there must be a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, like a shadow, not far away.

Obviously, Pingyuan City can no longer stay, the closed city gate can only close ordinary people, Andrew is no longer an ordinary person, the pouring rain obscures people's sight, and a swift figure cuts through the rain curtain, leaving a white track in the gloomy air.

Andrew stopped beside the Qingshui River, an invisible barrier was around him, he looked seriously at Pingyuan City shrouded in rain curtains, and felt the taste of a lost dog for the first time. It won't be long before the news of the Dwarf King's assassination of King Wei Wu will spread throughout Hanyu, and he won't even have a chance to defend himself.

He was full of confusion about the days ahead, he longed for the real news, why must it be the dwarves who killed Win and not give up? He believed that he couldn't wait too long, maybe there would be an answer tomorrow, he just needed to wait quietly, he talked with Win and not give up for a long time last night, until now Andrew didn't close his eyes, he finally felt sleepy, some things became more and more chaotic the more he thought about it, he didn't think about anything, sometimes he became more and more sober.

The heavy rain didn't seem to stop, and the rain from all over the place gathered together, gurgling at the feet, merging into the rushing Xiaoqing River, roaring away.

A brilliant flash of lightning illuminated a lonely temple in the distance, and the bricks and tiles were broken, looking dilapidated. When Andrew entered, there was already a man inside. When he saw him, the man instinctively drew the long sword at his waist, and after a moment of silence he held the sword in his arms, the runes from the sword overflowing with blue brilliance.

The peace agreement was still in place, and neither of them spoke, each looking for shelter from the rain. The temple was not spacious, the hideous statues were covered with spider silk, the temple gate was somehow torn down, and the wind carried raindrops down the hollow door, and there were not many places to shelter from the rain.

The corner of the wall was not big, but it was the only dry place, and the two sat together silently. Andrew was sleepy, he glanced at the swordsman, leaned his body against the wall, and closed his eyes. Seeing this, the swordsman thrust the Broken Sword back into the gilded swallow, he wrapped the big sword around his body, leaned his head against the corner, and looked straight at the wind and rain outside the house, falling into deep thought.

The rainy night was unusually cold, and the cold forced in, and Andrew put his hands in his arms, his body cowering together. The swordsman brought dry wood from nowhere, and it lit it with a pop. The warmth spread all around, and the swordsman glanced at Andrew, leaned his head against the wall, and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Andrew had an inexplicable sentimentality in his heart, a premonition that some danger was approaching, he opened his eyes, the flame of the firewood had not been extinguished, the swordsman covered his body with a large sword, and was sleeping peacefully, the broken sword at his waist was trembling uneasily, and the sword made a clicking sound from the swallow that hit the gilded scabbard.

The swordsman had woken up, and he held his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked at Andrew in a daze. Andrew looked out at Nunu, and the swordsman looked at him, and a chill welled up in his heart.

In the pouring rain, a gray shadow stood in the air, and its empty eyes looked down on the two. Under the faint reflection of the flames, it looks particularly terrifying.

"That's a charm! Andrew seemed to be talking to himself.

The swordsman had already pulled out the Broken Sword, and the blue lightning roamed wildly on the sword. Seeing that Andrew didn't seem to have the intention of making a move, the swordsman rushed into the rain curtain with the Divine Sword.

The poignant laughter was mixed with the sound of the Broken God Sword piercing through the rain curtain and cutting through the air, in the night rain, the Broken God Sword held the white sword flower and slashed hard, and the dark rain was flooded with pieces of sword light, fleeting, like a candle flame dancing in the dark, in the heavy rain, one person and one charm, was launching a fierce confrontation. The terrible laughter and the piercing whistling sound of the Broken Excalibur pierced through the rain curtain and clearly reached Andrew's ears. Andrew listened carefully, he already knew that the battle was coming to an end, and the edge of the Divine Sword had completely suppressed the ghost's actions, and only a perfect piercing was needed.

After a long time, the swordsman dragged the broken sword back, soaked with rain, the black hair like ink was weakly scattered on the pitch-black big behind him, there were many wounds on his body, bright red blood dripped down the battle armor, he ignored Andrew, sat by the swaying firewood and baked the clothes on his body, Andrew urged the spiritual power to heal those wounds. The swordsman never said a word, and the flames reflected on his young face, looking sad and helpless.

The news finally came, and King Wu of Wei was stabbed by a delicate scimitar, such a sharp but short weapon, which was the standard standard of the dwarves. Many people in Pingyuan City have seen a dwarf, just near the palace all the time, as if he came to assassinate King Wei Wu, because King Wei Wu occupied the cliff city of the dwarf clan, asked for no result, and assassinated him in anger.

Such news is like a plague, spreading wantonly throughout Hanyu. Andrew knew that he had been calculated, and that such a plan was both insidious and vicious, pushing the entire dwarven clan to the forefront. Those dark hands in the shadows had planned it all perfectly, and were smiling proudly in a corner at the moment, Andrew thought to himself.

Andrew hid his figure in a remote deserted mansion in Pingyuan City, far away from the downtown and inaccessible, and the dense spider silk showed that this ancient mansion had been abandoned for many years. He quietly returned, just to see how things would play out, and he was going to wait, for some flaws to be revealed, for the big hand that lurked in the darkness to be revealed.

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