But did that person remember that he once confidently wanted to cut off Zuo Mu and Heqing's left and right hands, although now one of them is struggling in Chu Ming's enthusiasm, and the other has been sent into reincarnation by Han Xian. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the goal was achieved, it was indeed not done by his 'Majesty' Zuofeng.

On the banks of the Blood River, in the black fog of the Wei Mountain, he Zuo Feng and the Xiangguo 'Ao' who planned his life were hidden in it, but the wolf ambition was indeed extremely timid, neither in the middle of the battle, proudly killed, let alone after Han Xian cleaned up everything and jumped out to cook Han Xian.

Maybe Zuo Feng by the Blood River has been impressed by Zuo Qiu's courage and ruthlessness, and it is more likely that he will be overwhelmed by Han Xian's deceit, after all, the brave people and the hated people have been taken care of by him.

So Zuo Feng has another reason to be timid.

But at this moment, if Zuo Feng is timid, then his dream of being the emperor of Weishan may be awake, after all, Han Xian is not stupid, he will be stupid to guard the grave for Heqing.

Zuo Feng's gaze fell on Han Xian's body with deep jealousy.

And on his side, Uncle Ao also took Han Xian into his eyes, although his face was gloomy, but there was no trace of fear, he had been looking forward to the phase for a long time, and how could this short period of time meet the long-term needs, at this moment, he couldn't wait to implement it thoroughly.

And when he was in the Blood River, he had urged Zuo Feng, but there was no doubt that Zuo Feng's softness had made Uncle Ao's phase drift for a long time.

Uncle Ao's gaze not only drifted to Zuo Feng's gloomy and uncertain face, a trace of disdain was quietly hidden in his eyes, and he snorted coldly in his heart: "With your courage, you also want to get involved in the imperial throne, aren't you looking for death, hehe, it's okay, anyone can sit on the imperial throne." ”

But this Uncle Ao is not a timid person, and said respectfully to Zuo Feng: "Your Majesty, if you don't make a decision at this moment, I'm afraid there will be no more chances." ”

Zuo Feng's gloomy gaze swept straight on Uncle Ao's respectful face, and his sleeve flicked slightly: "Hmph." ”

On the side of face, Uncle Ao was suddenly embarrassed.

Of course, what annoys Zuo Feng is not Uncle Ao's courtesy, but hates him for treating himself as a gunman, all of them know that Han Xian is a very difficult bone to gnaw, and he may lose his life if he decides, how can he not be cautious.

There is no doubt that these two timid people are blaming each other for cowardice.

But how could Zuo Feng, who is equal to a white bastard, be the hand of the scheming Uncle Ao.

Uncle Ao's face remained respectful, and his spine bent slightly, and he said humbly: "Your Majesty, that's our last chance!"

Zuo Feng's face shook slightly, and a trace of firm and ruthless look swirled in his eyes, and there was no doubt that the dream had always lingered in his heart.

Is it this ecstasy 'Your Majesty' that shocked Zuo Feng's boldness, or did that 'we' give Zuo Feng the heat of hatred and hatred?

Zuo Feng nodded lightly, if he was asked to give up, it would be deeply unwilling.

And Uncle Ao looked at Zuo Feng's bitter and hateful face with a vague expression, waited for a long time, and waited anxiously for a long time.

There is no doubt that Zuo Feng, although he is ambitious, is indeed a complete straw bag, how can he have any big plans, he can only stare at his eyes and let greed howl in his heart.

That is, if it is a phase, then you have to seek its own government.

Uncle Ao straightened his waist slightly, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the slave has a plan, I don't know if to talk about it?"

Zuo Feng, who was bitter and hateful, suddenly felt joy on his face, and in an instant he was evil, and he roared in a hateful voice: "Nonsense, don't give the widow a quick way." ”

Uncle Ao's face was deeply stunned, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was indeed full of contempt for the 'widow'.

sighed softly and said, "Your Majesty, this kid has the help of the red-line girl, and I am afraid it will take a lot of means to win with our current means." ”

"Hmm." Zuo Feng's head was lightly tapped, and that gloomy face must be trying his best to suppress his anger, obviously Uncle Ao's combing made him very annoyed, but he didn't dare to attack directly.

A smile flashed across Uncle Ao's face, and he continued: "Your Majesty, our previous move to introduce the idiot into the cemetery can be described as a supreme skill. ”

"Oh~" Of course, Zuo Feng was at ease with this boast, after all, he had covered up his timidity well.

Uncle Ao kept talking and said: "Weishan has its own reincarnation system, and now this cemetery is full of heroes who opened the heavens of the Great Wu Kingdom, if they help, everything will be much simpler." ”

Zuo Feng's head nodded like an upside-down onion, and he immediately remembered the etiquette, bowed to Uncle Ao, and said, "Uncle, these people can hide from lonely and loyal people, how can they help you and me?"

"Haha. ”

Uncle Ao smiled suddenly, and said: "Your Majesty, you are completely overly worried, in Geng Zhong, after thousands of years, it will also be turned into ashes, and as long as Your Majesty raises his arms, their souls will definitely help Your Majesty achieve a thousand generations of hegemony like helping the first emperor." ”

These words fell in Zuo Feng's heart, but they were also heartbeats.

The red face is even more red, let him raise his arms and exhale, how can he have such a dog guts, undoubtedly this means that he is confronting his father Zuo Mu head-on, although he can't jump out now, but the fear in his heart has long been carved into his heart and lungs How can he dare.

"Hmph~~"

Zuo Feng's face was cold again, and at this moment, he completely threw Uncle Ao, who was eager and enthusiastic, in the wind.

It's ridiculous that those who are timid also want to covet the throne.

.....

Han Xian twisted his right arm slightly, and his face suddenly grinned in pain, but he could be regarded as forcibly holding back all the pain, but the hot blood on his arm was indeed falling like raindrops, and there were sweat beans on his cheeks.

His eyes swept on Heqing's tombstone again, sighed in his heart, and said viciously: "Wait, I will definitely tear you down next time." ”

After sighing, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But just as he turned around, his body shook slightly, and Han Xian's face was suddenly shocked, it was not a change in his own strength, but the land of Weishan was trembling.

A pair of eyes hurriedly swept towards the surrounding graves.

A miserable green color swept over his face, and the horror also took over Han Xian's heart as the green took over, and the tombs, large and small, were all cracked in the flash of green light.

Han was shocked and scared at first, but Zuo Feng and Uncle Ao, who were hiding in the dark and sorrowful, were indeed full of excitement.

Is it a godsend coincidence that the earth trembles and the graves crack to show that those who are lying in the ground are no longer willing to be lonely, and are ready to fulfill their hearts?

Undoubtedly, it was impossible to alarm these former heroes, of course, it could not be Zuo Feng's cowardice like a mouse, it was completely due to their own desire for blood, and the cold body was indeed true love for the thing that exuded fishy heat.

A pale arm poked into the edge of the tomb.

Han Xian raised his eyes lightly and said in a low voice, "This is going to get up." ”

"Whew~~~"

This ghost thing definitely didn't get up, but came out of the grave directly, the ghost thing was also handsome, but it was indeed dead for a long time, the face was pale with death, and the whole body was shrouded in pitch-black heavy armor, but the scarlet tongue kept licking the lips and the expression was indeed full of coldness, as if the aftertaste of yesterday was still there. Sure enough, he was already dead, and his eyes were open, and there was no trace of his pupils.

And the figure that flew high in the sky was blatantly Xiang Han Xian.

Han Xian, a guy without pupils, is still the first time to see him, but if he knows that he has been dead for a long time, it is not difficult to understand, and at this moment, his face is full of horror, and his feet are even more backwards several steps, and his left arm fist is clenched tightly.

"Uh~"

Han Xian's shocked expression was suddenly shocked, the flying ghost actually hit the ground directly in front of him, and his body knelt directly on the ground.

Is this a respectful salute to Han Xian?

Han Xian is not a stupid person, and he has no place where he is majestic enough to let the prime minister knock.

And can this be a salute to the first meritorious hero of the Great Wu Kingdom, after all, he was once the first minister of the country.

"Hiss~~"

Before Han Xian's rhapsody was over, he was hit into a vacuum by the horror in front of him, and the pale and handsome face in front of him was staring at him eagerly, and what made Han Xian feel frightened was that there was a trace of blood stuck on the white teeth.

His heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the bottom of the ghost's body, and suddenly Han Xian's face was also bloodless, and the ghost's kneeling body, what kind of respect, it was all to lick the blood that he had dripped on the ground.

"Whew~~"

The contemplation was not over, and a black thing broke straight into the eye socket.

His eyes hurriedly raised, and his heart jumped, and two rows of miserable white teeth and scarlet tongues rushed to the front, and the fishy smell almost made Han Xian give up resistance directly.

"Woo~"

Han Xian was willing to let the stench enter, and hurriedly held his breath, and his feet did not stop, and he suddenly flew up with a kick, and swept out with all his strength, directly sweeping under the crotch of the ghost.

"Woo, woo~~~"

Was it a miserable scream, or the scream of the goblin cutting through the air.

"Puff~~" This kick is really wonderful, directly sending the ghost from where it came from, and kicking him directly into his own grave.

A knowing smile appeared on Han Xian's face, and he snorted lightly: "Just by you, you also want to be able to do it in front of me, it's ridiculous?"

Is it ridiculous?

The smile on Han Xian's face instantly turned into a dim light, and in the air, the sound of cracking graves was endless, and there was also the sound of scarlet tongues licking his lips like a tide.

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