The wind spread far away, and the careful Han Xian must have found a lot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Luck and cunning are staged again in the hearts of Yiyang City people without suspense, and those who are blinded by luck and cunning will not be able to find that the sky has been startled.

To the light, to the warmth of the morning, Han Xian can always sense it in advance.

Those eyes did not become dim because of the short pause in the air battlefield, but became more transparent because of the awakening of the glimmer of light in the sky, because the heart knew very well that their origin was very weak, and only by working hard a hundred points better than others could it be possible to make up for the gap.

Everything is not what I think, it is just like that.

It's just that Han Xian's heart didn't dare to think about it, Han Xian himself was willing to hit himself and said: "You will have no hope, although it has been a little better than the beginning, but can a little improvement support you to survive in this world?"

After all, those translucent eyes have not been open in vain these days, and the blood is not only the product of Shangwu, but the outside world is not just a bloody lead.

And who knows where the lead is, and how to avoid it, not every greed needs to be stimulated by such a big blood as Yiyang City, and there will be no shortage of people like Qin Muhai in this world.

I don't know if the entire Yiyang City should thank him, his death alone has indeed brought so many people to relief, and now the sickle of death has been harvested in the city, and it is once approaching a haven of life prosperity, if it was the body that once stood up to the sky and the earth, it would definitely be able to shelter all the lives in the harbor.

But He Nai, today's blue eagle is dead, and even if the lifeless person stands upright, no matter how great the shore is, he can't block the sickle swinging towards the harbor.

Fortunately, those eyes that are still open are not open to see everything.

The light of the fire in the sky could not rush into the scattered eyeballs, and once stepped on the ruins, he must be very reluctant to step on the ruins at the end of his life.

And who can stop this?

Qin Muhai chose to sway freely in the wind, and his Blue Eagle did bring out the last brilliance of that skin, and the Lan Clan did not cry, only the earth-shattering shouts of killing.

The former noble prince was fighting, and those with broken limbs were also fighting, and behind them was the man who stood on the top of the sky, and his tearful eyes did not want him to be defiled.

At least the brave Blues don't want to see that glory tarnished until they can breathe, and when the enemy's long knives pierce through the skin, the teeth that can still be clenched, the fists that can still be swung, and the long knives that can kiss the blood are undoubtedly not in the last frenzy.

How many people can live, but can the faint man live, unless he hides in a mouse hole.

And after the fire, the first to prosper can only be rats.

That piece of fire was much brighter than the morning light that was about to shine in the sky, Wu Jitang didn't want to look at it, and he didn't want to look at the blood-colored Liyang behind him.

Wu Jitang's eyes moved down slightly, the smile wrapped in blood mist in the dust was so fresh, and the smile unconsciously appeared, this is a sincere thanks, I remember that I once hit the young heart, but who knows that everything is unpredictable, it was the person who hit me who saved him.

In fact, Wu Jitang is really forgetful, you must know that Han Xian saved them twice.

Fortunately, Han Xian is also a forgetful person and can understand the gratitude in Wu Jitang's eyes, but he doesn't remember how much effort he has made for Wu Jitang's life.

And as for how many times, who can think of him.

And the sun had already risen, maybe it was not suitable for such a blood-filled place to close his eyes and breathe, or maybe the smiling faces recognized by his relatives on the horizon were too kind, causing Han Xian to forget the most important preparations for dawn.

Has God come down again?

The sun seemed to rise under Wu Jitang's feet, and now the sun's gradually rising figure projected Wu Jitang's light to the deeper and farther places.

Those who attracted the attention of the golden light in front of them would definitely not be able to worship Wu Jitang as deeply as Han Xian, and some people must have something very terrifying in their silent eyes.

The same choked throat, the same sluggish expression, but who can tell the meaning of what they want to say from that expression.

The patriarch of the Bai clan was dazzled by Wu Jitang's light, and he took two steps back, and said vaguely in his swallowing throat: "Impossible, impossible." ”

"Mr. Bai, what's impossible?" a very warm voice sounded in the cold attic.

Patriarch Bai was obviously surprised by the sudden voice, and raised his head suddenly, but his heart could be regarded as in his stomach, and he sighed and said to the handsome man in front of him: "Ya Gongzi, it's nothing." After speaking, he shook his head and smiled lightly, but he wanted to hide his gaffe.

That Ya Gongzi and Ya Yan looked at each other and smiled, and said to the Bai patriarch slowly: "What Mr. said is impossible, is it because the man in the sky did not fall down like a blue eagle because he was pierced by a spear?"

How could the question in Patriarch Bai's eyes be hidden, and the 'fall' he shouted in his heart was also not longing for that person to die completely, but now it seemed that the person was standing in the air as if he was intact, and the sunlight through his body made people look so dazzling.

Although the short-sightedness of others is completely exposed in front of his eyes, how can such an ambitious person easily show it, and he smiled softly: "Sir must have been distracted from hard work for days, and there is only a trace of Dao power left on the spear that pierced the young man, and it is still a soulless thing, how can he kill a young man with strong blood." ”

The Bai patriarch Gu did a great relief and fully opened his brows, and a little embarrassment quietly flashed on his face, and the analysis of the young man did not stop.

continued: "And the spear that killed the Blue Eagle is different, the young man used ten layers of Dao power, if it were replaced by the dark red spear in his hand, I believe that the Blue Eagle's body would have turned into flying ashes, rather than simply destroying the heart." ”

Patriarch Bai had to say that he was a good hand, and as soon as Ya Gongzi's words fell, hearty laughter filled the attic: "Haha, the old man was confused for a while, thank you Gongzi for reminding me." "Saying that clenching your fists is a bow.

The smile on the child's face had already spread, and he bowed down with a deep bow, and when he stood up straight, as he expected, the white patriarch's face was full of deep solemnity.

Yagongzi still looked at Patriarch Bai quietly, and the smile on his face seemed to be innate.

Others can bear it, but how dare the Bai patriarch, who has something in his heart, dare to delay for a long time, and let out a long sigh.

"Hey. ”

Sure enough, Yayan was a slave who knew his master very well, and hurriedly said: "Patriarch Bai, what else do you have to worry about, then Qin Muhai is dead, Blue Eagle is dead, and the title of Yiyang City Lord and No. 1 will not fall on you?"

The Bai patriarch hurriedly waved his hand, shook his head like a broken wave drum, and said again and again: "Don't dare, don't dare." As if he was very afraid, his eyes looked at Wu Jitang in the sky.

Nayaki smiled again and said, "I know why Mr. is worried. ”

The Bai patriarch didn't speak, just quietly listened to the young man's analysis, and fortunately, he didn't let him wait long, and the warm voice sounded again.

"Sir, are you thinking of that inappropriate trivial?"

The Bai patriarch raised his eyebrows, and sighed in his heart that this Yagongzi was a smart person, but he was too young. A smile filled his cheeks, and the urgency in his tone could not be suppressed, and he said eagerly: "What is a good way for Childe." ”

And Ya Yan's shocked face on the side has long been densely covered with cheeks, why does his own son want to wade into this troubled water, you must know that although the person in front of him is still a little useful, but that bit of use is not enough to let himself be a gunman for others, but as a minion, how dare he say half a word, he can only express his incomprehension with his eyes.

Na Ya Gongzi didn't bother to pay attention to his servant's incomprehension, and continued to say to the Bai patriarch with a smile on his face: "It's not impossible for us to make a move, but it is inconvenient for me and Uncle Yan to come forward, and this kind of thing naturally needs your Bai clan to take action to be more correct." ”

Unlike the worry on Yayan's face, Patriarch Bai's head had cleverly evolved from a broken wave drum to an upside-down onion, and he hurriedly said, "That's nature, that's nature." ”

Looking at Patriarch Bai's vague gaze, Ya Gongzi said softly with a bit of solemnity: "Uncle Yan gave him a demon dragon sacrifice." ”

Na Yayan was almost sluggish, he must be doubting his ears, his choked throat must be struggling, and he said softly: "Childe, really?"

Yagongzi smiled lightly and said, "Uncle Yan, take it seriously. ”

The hand that shook the rope slowly reached into his arms, he must still be hesitating, and at this time, the voice of the young man came: "Uncle Yan, Mr. Bai is our important partner, we have to help with this." ”

The Bai patriarch nodded hurriedly, and his eyes hurriedly looked into Ya Yan's arms.

Ridiculous man, that's what he can see through.

The cruel color on that Ya Yan's face suddenly rose, and an imperceptible ghost flashed, and there was an extra thing in that Ya Yan's hand, which was being carefully held by him, and his expression unconsciously flowed into a little fear.

Will the Bai patriarch be afraid?

The horror of this thing was not something that he could understand as short-sighted, and the ecstatic eyes must have been awakened by the spherical 'Demon Dragon Sacrifice' in Yayan's hand.

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