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"General Tian Guang!"

There has been no change in the woman, but with her understanding of Tian Guang in the past few months, he is not simple. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The flow of peasants is covered by the officials of the farm, sowing hundreds of grains, persuading them to plough mulberry, and providing enough food and clothing, so the 'eight politics' are one is food, and the other is goods. Confucius said, "The food of the people is important", and this is also his strength. ”

Tian Guang shook his head slightly and said such a paragraph, and then looked at the previous general, "Farmers are all over the world, and self-food is also the world, but whose sin is it that our food will raise such useless people?" "

Isn't that the same as asking for sin? The general instantly understood what he meant, and had to plop himself to his knees. He can explain, and naturally Tian Guang can also not listen. So far, there has not been a word.

Tian Guang probably underestimated him, if he begged for mercy, then he would kill him as soon as possible, "Whether it's a coincidence or what, anyway, it's your wisdom that saved you." "

After saying that, Tian Guang turned around and walked into the room, and when he got close to the woman, he said leisurely, "Is this a sin?" It is sin, but sin does not lead to death. "

The woman ignored it directly, retreated to the back bed and sat down, the person who came was not good, and the only way to do it was to follow.

"I happened to hear Mr. Fengming's voice nearby." Seeing that the woman did not react, Tian Guang spoke again, and it was inevitable to provoke if she went on like this.

And he was very intelligent, and he directly said that I heard Mr. Fengming's voice nearby. Instead of me, I seem to hear Mr. Kazemei's voice......

If it is the latter, the woman can be relieved in an instant, after all, the tone of "as if" can be denied.

"Mr. is in distress and needs the help of His Majesty Yan Yun." "

The woman opened her mouth with such a sentence.

"Mr. Fengming in distress? Yes, listening to that roar is indeed angry, but with whom is it angry? The words are directly aimed at the center, making it difficult to interject, but it is probably a little worse than that of a woman.

The woman got up and avoided Tian Guang's words again, then looked at the guards outside, and said, "Mr. is in danger, don't go and ask His Majesty Yanyun." "

This...

The relationship between Feng Ming and His Majesty Yan Yun is very unusual, but General Tian Guang's meaning seems to be obvious. If you go, you will die, if you don't go, maybe there will be a chance to live.

Seeing this, Tian Guang smiled slightly, looked at the woman, looked sorry, and said, "It turns out that Mr. Fengming is in danger, that's really a pity." "

He turned to look at the general and said, "It's a pity that he doesn't want to invite His Majesty Yanyun." "

"Oh." The woman suddenly replied, as if there was no god before.

That's it?

"Huh." The woman raised her eyebrows, Tian Guang was really ordinary, far less than she guessed, probably overestimating him.

She stopped talking, walked out sideways from Tian Guang's side, and after a distance, she muttered to herself, "If you don't inform Yan Yun, what do you have to do with me?" When Mr. Fengming returns, it will never be me who will die. "

Self-confidence comes from knowing him, knowing every bit of it.

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Early in the morning, Xidan, Los Angeles.

The long-lost feeling, the capital of Xidan. Rising tomorrow, bustling city.

The wind that didn't stop for a moment all the way slowed down, and before the sun had completely risen, the streets were already full of people, isn't this exactly what the wind wants to see the most?

"Xidan has stabilized a lot, and Xun Festival is really powerful."

Xi Meng was really silent, Feng Ming, who didn't have a good face all the way, calmed down a little, maybe she should be happy, but she really didn't know what to be happy about, since this is the case, it's good to be quiet.

"Let's go, Dream isn't here." Feng Ming shook his head and didn't move forward, turned around and walked straight in the direction of Youzhou.

"It takes a little time to get to Youzhou." Xi Meng really spoke, in fact, she had long wanted to ask, there is still a distance from Youzhou to Los Angeles, why didn't Feng Ming stay in Youzhou directly If his so-called Momeng safety is not right.

Feng Ming naturally knew what she meant, and responded steadily, "Don't you understand?" It should be for you now that you know that King Shura is not in Los Angeles, so why didn't you stay in Youzhou. "

This answer is detailed enough, Feng Ming only said half of it, and the other half means that he also thought that maybe Meng'er was in Los Angeles when he was in Youzhou?

You know, this is a kind of law, which makes people helpless but unavoidable.

Xi Meng really understood, she laughed at herself, she was really stupid, she didn't know such a simple truth of life?

"Sleep in the sarcophagus for a long time, and you can't stop wanting to explore people's hearts."

After the words, Xi Mengzhen's whole person's momentum became awe-inspiring, and everyone avoided it.

"Won't stop" Feng Ming obviously heard it, and only said these words after walking hundreds of feet, Feng Xun Old Master They were very tired, so Feng Ming, as a king, would not have the ability to reach the sky.

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At noon, Youzhou Sunset Forest,

Bamboo leaves flying, stained with blood, bloodstone lying people, and the sound is silent.

"Youzhou didn't find anything wrong, it seems that I was wrong.

There is still a long way to go from the bamboo house where Feng Ming lived before, but the panic and uneasiness continue to impact Feng Ming.

The withering bamboo leaves in the sky have already told Feng Ming that they have encountered a vicious battle, and the blood-red bamboo leaves represent that Mo Meng and the others have lost, and the enemy is very provocative.

"Ink Dream ......"

In the middle of the Sunset Forest, the boulder was already stained red with blood, and above it, all three women fell to the ground with blood!

"Dream, dead ......"

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