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In the darkness of the night, the soldiers were searching, the sound of neat footsteps was sonorous and powerful, they were holding weapons of different varieties in their hands, and Jian Zan was taking the lead, and he was waiting for him with a serious expression.

At this time, the entire Pampol Lord's Mansion was filled with hustle and bustle, carefully checked, searched corner by corner, looking for traces of several killers.

The night was silent.

A corpse was cleaned out, Jian Zan looked at the corpse in front of him complicatedly, from his hideous expression, it could be seen that the man was in pain before he died, his eyes bulged outward, and his face was cut with a knife, but the clothes on his body could make Jian Zan confirm his identity at a glance.

Great Lord, dead.

……

The crowd stood on the shore to mourn the deceased.

There are also burnt wreckage of the Puro warship floating on the surface of the water, rising and sinking with the waves.

The corpses of the dead Pampol nobles were all collected, and according to Pampol's custom, the corpses of the Pampolet lord were placed on the Pampole's boat, just long enough to put the young lord's body, and his body was hung with the good-looking Pampole's sea witch to hang the sails on the boat.

At this time, countless small boats on the sea are rushing upstream, shuttling in the wind and waves of the sea, and the waves stop the flying boats.

Riding the light of the morning sun, drive westward and let it stop.

There was also a small boat that no one had set sail on him, and it was left alone, and a figure walked towards the boat with heavy steps, his head bowed, and his expression could not be seen.

The man had his back to everyone, he stood on the shoreline and hung the sails on the boat, and then he slowly pushed the boat towards the depths of the sea, the water filled his waist, and the sailed boat sailed forward with the wind until it ended.

"Eyes of Eternal Life, Courageous Heart, I will follow my agreement with you and continue to move forward."

Gazing at the last boat until it disappeared over the horizon, the sea witch finished his speech, and the ceremony of burial at sea ended, and the low mood was thrown away, and they boarded the huge Pampole warship and set sail.

Yue Lin was not on the boat, and the leader of the team who was about to leave walked towards Yue Lin, a pair of dark green eyes like a lake of water that suffocated.

"See the Great Lord, do you know what I have in mind?"

Yue Lin shook his head, not knowing why the man was mentioning his opponent, or rather, the man's friend Wei Zhu, the man with blond hair and blue eyes.

"It turns out that human life is so short, so when you find what you love, you should pursue it desperately."

He pointed to the sea in the distance and said, "Destiny is like the sea, when you think you can brave the wind and waves, you have to pursue it to your heart's content, because you don't know when the storm will come, when the wild current will sweep away all hope." ”

“……”

The man suddenly showed a smile, pulled up Yue Lin's uninjured left hand, bowed his head and gave a faint kiss, without any lust, his serious gaze at the person in front of him.

Caught off guard, Yue Lin was kissed by the back of the man's hand, and the man stepped forward to close the distance between the two, and a low magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

"Hello, formally briefly, my name is Wu Chan, I am very happy to meet you, I am happy with you."

The sudden confession caught Yue Lin off guard, and he quickly retracted his hand, too late to think about the name in the man's self-introduction, and just wanted to escape from the man in front of him, because his serious expression and the tenderness in his eyes were telling himself that the man in front of him was not joking.

Finding the embarrassment and the idea of fleeing, the man did not care, his voice was very soft, and said: "Wait here for my return, and when I return in triumph, I hope you can crown me in the palace of Pampolle." ”

Boarding the battleship, the man stood on the splint, the long sword at his waist was a relic left by the great lord, he held aloft the magnificent sword, and shouted hoarsely to break through the calm sea at this moment, "Go!" ”

Wu Chan.

Wild Zen.

It turns out that this man even has a fake name.

Yue Lin shook off everything in his head, looked at the mercenaries who followed him faintly, and then looked down at his injured arm, hoping that Ye Zen ...... No, it should be Wu Chan who can keep the agreement and let himself go.

I don't know what the current situation of Wuchen and the tribe is, the follow-up things of the tribe still need to be arranged, worried about the situation of the tribe, the more worried I am in my heart, looking at the Pampolle battleship that is gradually moving away from the sea, and I can also see the huge sign on the sail, which is a big fish with an open mouth, and the waves below it.

The killers who had fled the city were now exhausted, and there were only three of the previous seven men left, and the other four had already been subdued by Pampol and the mercenaries in the struggle.

I don't know why this happened, everything suddenly changed, and the Puluo soldiers who were supposed to attack Pampol were defeated! Damn, it's all because that guy named Yezen wasn't burned to death in the tower, he led the army to repel the Puro, so there was such a situation!

The bearded man glared angrily at the man who was sharpening his knife on the side, if it weren't for the need for manpower now, he really wanted to slaughter this man who was still leisurely at this moment.

"The Pampolles are coming." The three of them hid in the most secluded place under the bridge, approaching cautiously, leaning against the wall, narrowing their presence.

"Damn, how did we end up like this!"

"It's completely different from what I said I was supposed to do!"

"These damn populaces!"

Seeing the soldier walk away, the bearded man cursed and complained.

In front of the city gates, there were layers of Pampols inside and out, and the soldiers on the side were trying to maintain order.

Four corpses were hung in front of the city gates at the request of the Pampolers, women and children threw stones at the corpses to express their anger, and some pieces of flesh were scattered around the bloody corpses, and the corpses quickly emitted a foul smell under the sun, and even then many people approached the corpses to vent their anger.

Aka followed closely behind Yue Lin like a little tail, and he went wherever Yue Lin went.

The crew of the ship are all dead, if this child goes out alone, I am afraid that he will be caught and sold by traffickers again, Yue Lin naturally will not let this kind of thing happen, but how to deal with this child Yue Lin has no idea.

All the corpses of Pampol were cremated under the order of Yue Lin except for the four bodies in front of the city gate, if the corpses were left at will, it was easy to cause epidemics, of course, Yue Lin could not let this happen, and many people were injured in Pampol, including some ordinary people who also bravely joined the battle that night.

There is no need to worry about other things, most of Yezen's important subordinates are dead, but the new nobles of Pampol can solve the problem of Pampol's order, and several young people are busy directing and dealing with Pampol's follow-up affairs in the Pampol Iron Throne Hall.

Seeing Yue Lin, several people were very happy to greet them.

"Lord Yuelin, are you here to inspect our work for Lord Nozen?"

"No, I just want to go out ......"

"Lord Yuelin, Lord Yezen has instructed you not to go out, let you recuperate well!"

Nozen's orders had apparently become the creed of the Pampolers, and those who were blocked everywhere were about to be driven crazy.

It's definitely running on its own, right?

Hehe.

When the hell did Wu Chan give the order not to let himself go out?

It's so angry! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by.

In the dark and gloomy corridor, the faint light of the fire shone inside, but it was still a little difficult to see, and there were black iron chains hanging on the wall, and under each chain was an iron collar, and in it sat seventeen or eighteen men.

In this dark passage, the cheers of the people rose higher and higher.

"Kill him, kill him!"

The downed death row prisoner lay on the ground with difficulty.

The tall, burly, wild man stood in the center of the arena, and he let out a roar.

The dead man lay on the ground, no part of his body was intact, and a pile of flesh slaves cleaned up leaving only a pool of red blood to inform everyone that there was another deceased in this place.

On the wooden platform stood all the nobles of Xiangsui City, who looked like clowns at the slaves who were fighting to the death below. Seeing the excitement moment, there was an excited look on his face.

The tall, thin man walked up to the sand, his skin was loose, his brown hair was messy, and a piece of flesh was missing from the corner of his mouth.

He stared intently upward, yes, he had once glanced at himself and these people, standing on a high platform, playing with the lives of others, he held a knife and shield in his hand, and the long sword pointed upwards, and looked at Sui Zhi defiantly.

As soon as Hei Yan appeared, all the nobles showed excited looks.

Obviously, the tall and thin old man was not Hei Yan's opponent, he knelt on the ground, covered the stomach in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "I hope I have the same luck as you and can get out of here." ”

"In the past, the people's cheers and love for this kind of fighting, and the glory they once thought they had, was actually just the thrill of playing with human life."

At the last moment of death, this once aristocratic old man suddenly understood something.

The head was cut off, inserted on the tip of the knife, and the head in his hand was raised, Hei Yan looked at the witch incense on the high platform and nodded slightly.

The bewitching woman resembles a kraken, her long brown hair down to the waist and her huge wavy curls are messy but beautiful, and her every move attracts the attention of all male creatures.

The slaves below stood in a row with knives and guns in their hands, and the door to the high platform was opened from the inside, and the wooden door creaked open.

A group of men who are like beasts quickly rush to the high platform!

"Kill them!"

With a roar, Black Flame's voice pierced the silence.

Wu Xiang: What should you do, how many people are you willing to kill in order to return to your homeland, see your people again, and regain your dignity?

Black Flame: All.

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