The sound of the piano is faint and roaring like thunder.

The four gates of Lanling City all collapsed, and the scarlet blood water gathered into a bewitching red stream, in the stream, the stumps floated, the broken bones precipitated, and the tattered weapons were thrown around the stream at will, which was sad and terrifying.

Young practice, ambitious, with a body of practice to join the army, for the cultivation of resources, for a rich life, for the loyalty of the monarch and patriotism, even if the horse leather shroud, blood stained the battlefield, not in vain.

However.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have come back to fight in ancient times?"

The world has not been settled, and the wind of interests in the world is blowing, stirring the clouds, and since then the wind and clouds have been chaotic, and life is like a mustard.

Those who serve in the army either retire halfway or die on the battlefield, which is the fate of soldiers and generals.

Unfortunately, the nearly 10,000 cultivators stationed in Lanling City were wiped out as soon as they began their military career.

In the center of Lanling City, above the roof of the main hall.

"What happened twenty years ago?" Zheng Yuanwu looked at the three Murong Ying who landed in front of him from above, his expression was extremely ugly, and he asked angrily, "Why do you want to slaughter my soldiers from Lanling City?"

At this time, Zheng Yuanwu saw with his own eyes the terrifying and incomparable ice blades, slaughtering the soldiers he had carefully cultivated over the years, but he couldn't stop it, his heart seemed to be dripping blood.

When the Dawu Dynasty had not yet fallen, four of the eight main cities in the eight counties, including Lanling City, belonged to the management of the Dongfang family, and Zheng Yuanwu was the general of Dongfang Baihong, which was also the main reason why Ji Ze, as the former prince of the Dawu Dynasty, did not trouble Zheng Yuanwu.

Regarding Ji Ze's matter, when Ji Ze was canonized as the crown prince twenty years ago, Zheng Yuanwu knew that Ji Ze was the one who competed with Zhou Zifan, but he didn't take this prince in his eyes, with the support of the Oriental family, a prince is nothing.

Now that the Dawu Dynasty has fallen, he doesn't even think about Ji Ze's affairs.

"Hehe, why?" Murong Ying's eyebrows were furious, and the corners of her mouth outlined a sneer, like a 10,000-year-old snow lotus, cold and cold, she raised her arm and pointed at Murong Yan and Zhou Zifan behind Zheng Yuanwu, and said, "You can ask them, why am I!"

"Huh?" Zheng Yuanwu frowned, followed the direction pointed by Murong Ying, and turned his head to look, but found that Zhou Zifan and Murong Yan's expressions were a little unnatural.

Under Zheng Yuanwu's gaze, Murong Yan walked out of the crowd, stood beside Zhou Zifan, and showed a complicated expression at Murong Ying, and said lightly:

"Third sister, you are here, so many years have passed, why are you still obsessed, Ji Ze is really not worthy of you. ”

Murong Yan's words echoed in the crowd, and suddenly, the atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn.

The name of Ji Ze is already known to everyone in the entire Zhongzhou, a former crown prince of the Dawu Dynasty, a master who dares to openly shield the Lord of Rest, and a sinner who will be executed soon.

A person like this, someone actually came for him today, and in an instant, the people behind Zheng Yuanwu thought of the rumors that Ji Ze once had a confidante, and for this reason, the Eastern Dynasty also sent some wanted portraits of the woman in front of him.

At the same time, Zhou Zifan secretly transmitted the voice to explain Murong Ying's origin to Zheng Yuanwu, and at the same time looked at Murong Ying with cold eyes, this former classmate woman has repeatedly troubled him three times, if it weren't for Murong Yan's face, he would have killed this woman a long time ago, how could there be such a situation?

Now Murong Ying is not hiding in the shadows, but coming strongly, with his Zhou Zifan's understanding of Murong Ying, she will definitely not let go of herself, and she will definitely settle the old accounts of twenty years ago.

"Ji Ze is my husband, is he worthy of it, you are not qualified to say! Back then, he was so dedicated to you, but you let him down, and fell in love with this villain next to you who looks sanctimonious on the surface, but is actually hypocritical and insidious, Murong Yan, you are obsessed!" Murong Yingfeng frowned and said coldly.

"What happened back then, if I had to choose again, I would still choose like this, whether it was Ji Ze back then or Ji Ze now, he is a humble person, he is not worthy of me, and I don't like his character. Murong Yan sighed faintly.

"Despicable, hehe......" Murong Ying sneered, stared at Murong Yan deeply, and said in a cold tone: "If people have no heart, how can their status be noble? Today I will kill these noble people in your eyes!

"Presumptuous, who do you think you are!" A young man in the crowd shouted coldly at Murong Ying: "Your portrait has been published in the world, and you are already dying, you dare to make a big fuss here, you are really looking for death!"

Zheng Shijie, the son of Zheng Yuanwu, has been arrogant and arrogant since he was a child.

However, before Zheng Shijie's words fell, a black shadow flashed in front of Zheng Yuanwu and the others.

"Boom!" the powerful aura shook everyone back.

I saw Lu Xiaochen's face was cold, his eyes showed cold killing intent, his right hand tightly pinched Zheng Shijie's neck, and raised it, making Zheng Shijie's face flushed, cold sweat flowing, and he looked panicked.

"Uneducated dogs, you dare to bark in front of my aunt?" Lu Xiaochen scolded coldly, a trace of cold murderous intent permeated the air, and said coldly: "Didn't you say that you are looking for death?

At this moment, Zheng Yuanwu shouted: "Your Excellency, please stop!"

However, Lu Xiaochen suddenly didn't hear it, he held Zheng Shijie's right hand and squeezed it violently, "Poof!", Zheng Shijie's neck was blurred by Lu Xiaochen's flesh and blood.

"Shijie!" Zheng Yuanwu let out a sad sigh, and then glared at Lu Xiaochen with tears in his eyes, and roared angrily: "Why did you kill him, he is still a child!"

Zheng Shijie is Zheng Yuanwu's only youngest son, he has been spoiled since he was a child, just now Zheng Yuanwu ran his cultivation before Lu Xiaochen started to save him, but he was blocked by an invisible wall.

"Child?" Lu Xiaochen's eyebrows were filled with coldness, he glanced at Zheng Yuanwu coldly, and said coldly: "A dog that opens his mouth to bite people at every turn, a child is the reason?

Lu Xiaochen's words paused slightly, his eyes looked around Zheng Yuanwu and the people behind him, and said coldly: "You can still stand here now, not because of how strong you are, but because my Aunt Ying hasn't started to settle accounts with you yet, give me the fuck truth, otherwise I will let you die immediately without a place to bury!"