- The righteousness of the white gate is as dignified as the wild!

The White Gate Creed suddenly boiled in his mind, and Ah Tong only felt that he was still in a somewhat chaotic state of mind just now, and at this time he was already calm in a warm ocean.

The most susceptible behavior of a person to self-restraint is the inability to make decisions consistently, but if this mind can be cleared of clutter and the unity of wisdom and mind, the troublesome things will seem to be scattered and become clear and concise.

Ah Tong's eyes were still firmly fixed on the charming woman hanging lightly on the big willow tree, and his steps were moving towards Ruan Luo at an extremely slow speed.

Of course, the charming woman hanging on the big willow tree observed this detail, the unnatural smile on her face gradually subsided, and a trace of ruthlessness slowly oozed from her eyes, as if she had made some kind of decision, and then the double hook in her hand suddenly fell, and the tip of her toes tapped the willow branch, and finally flew over the hook again!

"Boom!"

The second time the female assassin leaned over and swung the hook to stab, Ah Tong frowned, ignoring the tip of the silver hook, and only violently swung the wooden board in his hand, sweeping diagonally towards the female assassin's wrist as accurately as possible!

If the female assassin did not dodge, her wrists would likely be broken, and if the female assassin was also screwed with Tong, it would be very likely that a pair of silver hooks in her hands would have pierced Tong's chest.

Ah Tong gambled his life on the female assassin's wrists, which seemed to be an absolute gamble.

But Ah Tong won this gamble.

The female assassin was reluctant to give up her wrist, and when the tip of the silver hook was about to scrape the inch of her chest, which had already left a bloody mark on her first shot, she suddenly withdrew her hand, and her body was raised, and she "hung" on a poplar tree about ten steps away from Ah Tong's side.

Ah Tong's body turned, and he put on the defensive posture just now, holding his head slightly high. The eyes never took their eyes off the female assassin's face.

The female assassin's eyes showed a hint of surprise at this time, which was a rare time in her eyes that was accustomed to showing a flattering expression.

This little squire is actually not afraid of death?

But her hands must be well maintained. for spending money. In the future, there will be a large sum of silver on these hands, just think about it now. It makes people feel a little excited.

As soon as the mood improves, the brain is easy to open, and there are more killing moves. The beautiful female assassin's eyes moved, and she swept over again, waving the silver hook in her hand, but it was a false move, and the light figure swept over Ah Tong's head and climbed to the roof of the tea house that was burning with raging flames. It's like going to the back of the teahouse.

It's just too strange to be elusive.

But Ah Tong was not ready to chase after him, even if it was ruled out that the female assassin was trying to carry out a trick full of loopholes, Ah Tong did not think that there was anything more important than immediately stopping Ruan Luo's actions to pick up the ruins.

Among the wooden construction waste stained with sparks, or burned into red charcoal, Ruan Luo took a cup of tea in one go.

He had choked on too much soot and began to cough incessantly. The soot blackened his originally white face, and the tears from the corners of his eyes drew two hairs on such a black face. At this time, he was like two people as usual, almost crazy, but his actions did not have a trace of slackness. It also retains a certain primary color of his character.

He coughed, gasped, and made a sound like sandpaper rubbing as the air rushed through his throat. It was as if his vocal cords had been burned by the air filled with fire ashes.

Despite this, while he was rummaging, he still kept calling hoarsely: "Uncle...... 陛xià...... 陛xià......"

What just happened?

You even shattered such a thick pillar with one palm, but why can't you jump a foot away?

How can you just be buried in a pile of rubble?

As the ruler of a country, how can you have something to do with how many people's hopes and how many unappeased things are involved?

You've got to be fine!

There should be nothing in the world that can stop you, and there should be no danger in your body!

After choking in the smoky environment for so long, Ruan Luo's throat could no longer make any clear sound, he was just tearing his mouthpiece desperately and spitting out a few words.

His self-indulgent madness lasted too long. A pair of palms has been scratched several times by the construction waste with sharp sections, and the skin has been cracked in the slag. The blood spilled from the wound mixed with black ash. Sticky to his already soiled cuffs. and pick up the debris next to him, bits and pieces are everywhere.

At this time, it was as if he had forgotten what pain was, or he had been numb to the point of pain, so he didn't feel pain.

And Ah Tong, who was watching this scene, anxiously thought that no matter whether the emperor was buried in this pile of ruins or not, Ruan Luo could not continue like this! If he picks up like this for a while, Ruan Luo's palms that have long been accustomed to using a pen and touching paper and silk cloth will crack to reveal Bai Sensen's metacarpal bones, and his ten fingers that are dexterous as flying abacus beads will probably also fall into disability......

Ruan Luo just relied on a pair of fleshy palms to pull out a gap in this pile of sundries that were roasted by the fire.

In this gap, a corner of the clothes was revealed, and Ah Tong only glanced at it, and couldn't help but turn pale. The cloth was the same as what he was wearing, and it was ...... It's actually Ah Ping in it!

"Senior Brother Ping!"

The moment Ah Tong saw Ah Ping, he was just about to dissuade Ruan Luo, but this thought was suddenly diluted by a feeling of shock and heartache. He flicked the wooden board in his hand to his feet, and randomly pulled out two cloth bands from the front of his clothes and wrapped them around the palms of his hands, which was about to wrap a pair of slaps, and the ten fingers were still exposed. With such hands, he squatted beside the tea house that had been half burned down by the flames, and rummaged through the hot ruins with Ruan Luo in the unextinguished fireworks!

People are often like this, when they persuade others to face setbacks, they can always be calm and self-contained; But when the same setback befalls you, in fact, you are often prone to the feelings that you have persuaded others.

Therefore, people are accustomed to living in groups and helping each other, diverging bad feelings from each other, and at the same time passing on good feelings to each other. Even in the face of severe natural disasters, people living in groups may not all be depressed, and there are always people with hope and optimism in their hearts, trying to live and wait for a turnaround.

Yet at this moment. The two people crouching in front of the ruins are all crazy!

Ruan Luo had already been in a state of confusion, bordering on madness, and now the only thing he could do was keep some composure. Ah Tong, who came to dissuade him from continuing to hurt his body like this, was also almost crazy.

two people who were numb to the scorching heat of construction debris; two people who were dizzy from the smoke and fire; Two people who care about their loved ones and are full of anxiety and panic...... These two people looked behind their backs without any flaws, not knowing when the naturally charming female assassin would return. The two sharp silver hooks were held in one of her hands, and in her other hand, a handful of sharp thorns had already accumulated in her delicate palm.

The female assassin who was still about ten steps away from Ruan Luo only fixed her gaze on the backs of these two people, and she did not hesitate at all, and with a wave of her hand, she sprinkled the sharp little thorn!

A dense cluster of hidden weapons, with a fierce roar, accurately stabbed Ruan Luo and Ah Tong, who were completely defenseless against their backs at this time, and were about to stab them to death and push them into the construction waste heap that was not extinguished......

But at this critical moment. The look in the female assassin's eyes changed, and her pupils reflected a picture even more eerie than her ethereal movements.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment...... No, it should be the space that freezes at that moment...... No, no, those two crazy people are still digging in the waste heap, how can time stand still, how can space freeze?

But what's the deal with those spikes?

The dense cloud-like and thin flying spike hidden weapon only flew an inch away from Ruan Luo and Ah Tong's backs, and then they really "flew".

The little sharp spikes floated right in the air, neither continuing nor falling to the ground because of the loss of strength. And what frightened the Assassin the most was that the thorns were thrown from her hand. The things that I have controlled have become out of control, and I still use such a strange scene to express this loss of control, which makes people feel cold in their hearts.

Female assassins who have been engaged in assassination for a long time have long been polished into a characteristic. This sense of smell of danger is even more sensitive than that of a hound. However, she had only developed her sensitivity, and she was still too slow for the kind of crisis she felt at this time.

"Bundle!"

A word burst out from the left side of the female assassin with a dull thunderous pressure.

The female assassin subconsciously raised an eyebrow. She subconsciously thinks that anything that comes suddenly is likely to have a hidden crisis. So she didn't look where the voice came from, but she didn't back away the other way either. Sneaking up from behind is what she does best. So how could she give others the opportunity to thwart her like this?

She flew forward.

Getting out of the direct range of the sound from this direction was obviously the quickest way to do it. She didn't need to waste a moment in a turnaround or sideways motion.

Little did she know, however, that the sudden voice did not leave her a space at all. The sound that came out with only one word was in a sense. It does not represent one person, but a single command to several people or dozens.

Bundles, the most intuitive explanation is to use wires.

At this moment, the female assassin had just taken a step in the direction she thought was feasible, when she suddenly felt that her feet, which were as light as Ye Chengfeng, were bound by something, and then she felt a pain in her wrists, and before she could see what was tied to her wrists, the heavy force of the fall on her feet had already dragged her to the ground.

"Volt!"

It was still the same dull thunderous voice, and it was still only one word, and by the time the word passed like an arrow, the female assassin had already fallen to the ground. To be precise, she was smashed to the ground by a fierce and merciless pull, which cracked her jawbone, smashed out a few fine white teeth in her mouth, and the lower lip of her nose was full of blood foam.

A pair of sharp silver hooks in her hand had already been smashed out, and "dingding" slid out on the hard and flat stone floor. Not only were her wrists disjointed, but the bones of her arms were almost as cracked as the bones of her legs.

No one wanted to make a sneak attack on her, and for the person who gave the order, and his subordinates, it was more than enough to arrest her in the most direct way with the skills of this charming woman.

The word binding has one meaning, while the word binding is two things.

The initiator, who has never seen his own figure since the beginning of the voice, finally said the word "binding". It seemed redundant, but his subordinates would never do anything superfluous when they were given the order.

It only took a moment for the female assassin, who looked like a porcelain figure smashed to the ground, was lifted off by an almost invisible force. A few spins in the air half a man above the ground—not graceful, but stiff as a stake being held in the palm of someone's hand—the female assassin's body seemed to be thrown sideways into the air. Then a spinning top that was whipped by a flurry of whips.

By the time she was smashed to the ground again by the force of the four tiny strings, her otherwise soft body was as straight and stiff as a stake. Dozens of silk strings were crisscrossed and wound around her body, like a half-knotted silkworm cocoon.

She lay on the ground, not even the slightest strength to look up.

She was in pain as if she was falling apart, and she really wanted to faint immediately at this moment, but the silk strings that bound her did not allow her to do so, and from time to time she suddenly tightened and suddenly let go, and the silk strings that were close to her skin intermittently came with a painful feeling that cut through the depths of the texture. Continuously stimulated her mind, which was already on the verge of collapse.

Perhaps death is the best relief at this time.

The sect prepared a medicine for each assassin, either quenched in the hairpin, or injected into the cracks of the dentures, which may be called a cruel rule for the living, but the female assassin at this time deeply realized how "considerate" the sect was in doing so.

For ordinary people, the most terrible part of death is often the void after death. For the Assassins, death was only a moment of suffocation, and the most terrible thing was the endless pain before death.

The female Assassin thought to herself, full of pain: this is the man who captured her. He is also a "considerate" person!

She can't close her jaw now, she can't move her hands and feet, and she can't die. I can't faint, what kind of person does this way of torturing people without leaving the slightest gap?

The female assassin could probably guess that this person was the Valkyrie who was famous in both the officialdom of Kyoto and the martial arts, but she had not yet had a chance to see the face of this supreme martial artist named Li Gai.

However, she couldn't look up at all now, and as she lay on the ground with her face down, she could only hear a footstep that shook the floor slightly, approaching quickly.

Ligai is finally here.

When he saw the half-burned "Yuwu Pavilion" for the first time, his heart was also in an uproar, but at the same time, he knew that he had to remain calm.

He just whipped up a palm blow. Let the dense cloud needles swayed by the female assassin all turn into a soft and weak drizzle, and first solve the danger for the two descendants who are digging fire slag like crazy.

And when the female assassin was tied up by the two shadow guards who were covered with great speed. When he slammed to the ground, there was a muffled sound of "boom". Squatting in front of the two madmen in front of the slag pile, Ah Tong finally came back to his senses a little, and just looked sideways, he met a pair of tiger eyes!

"Get these two out of the way!"

After subduing the female assassin before reaching the ruins, the first order he gave was not to lift the slags, which were most likely to bury people, but to ask his subordinates to move the two people who were picking up the slag aside.

At this time, Ruan Luo was still not moved by the loud sound behind him, he seemed to be supported by some kind of spirit, stubbornly turning into the slag, and never stopped for a moment. After his unremitting efforts, most of Aping's figure has appeared in the slag fire.

But he also paid a terrible price for this achievement. On his palms, several pieces of skin had been removed by the sharp sections of construction waste, but it was not clear whether the bones of his hands had been exposed, because his hands were covered with black ash and blood......

In the team of guards led by Li Gai, the two closest to the front had to rush out, and one left and one right hugged Ruan Luo and A Tong and moved away.

Ah Tong's condition was slightly better, but Ruan Luo couldn't stand up anymore, and was almost dragged away from the slag of the fire.

Yet, even though he had been dragged away from the ruins, his hands were still tumbling forward! The guard who was holding him glanced at his visibly straight pupils, sighed silently, and a fingerprint sent him into a state of stupor.

"Shield Block!"

With Li Gai's second command, ten soldiers holding iron pieces and rattan shields lined up at the same time, and set up a double-layer shield array in front of the ruins, like forming a huge walking screen, blocking the sight of the ruins and the more than 100 guards of the forbidden palace opposite the ruins.

Li Gai's eyes had already seen a familiar piece of clothing in the gap that Ruan Luo had picked up in the rubble, the buried person who could make Ruan Luo so frantically digging. Its identity is self-evident, and if it is really the emperor himself who is buried inside, then it does not matter whether he is alive or dead. There is no injury and bleeding, such a scene that damages the emperor's face cannot be directly seen by his subordinates who will be controlled in the future.

The fragility of the emperor. Because of the special case of its status, it must be wrapped as a secret, as has been the case in all dynasties.

While the shield barrier was being formed, Ligai's third command was issued:

"Short Knife Guard, clear the obstacles!"

Seven sword-carrying guards immediately stepped forward, and the ruins, which were as high as one of them, were quickly lowered by the same time as they began to move. The half-cut that had been opened by Ruan Luo before was quickly expanded, and the people under the ruins, specifically two people stacked on top of each other, showed their full figures.

Shielded from the ruins, she couldn't see what was going on inside. He was worried about his brother's safety, and he was anxious that the royal guards would mistake his brother for an assassin. Looking at the back of the shield barrier, construction debris was constantly being thrown from the left and right, quickly piling up on both sides, Ah Tong finally couldn't help but shout: "My brother Ah Ping is also inside!" ”

When Tong's voice passed through the shield barrier and reached Ligai's ears, Ligai's gaze had already fallen on the man lying face down in the ashes.

The man who blocked half of the eaves for Wang Chi from collapsing and impacting, his back was already a blur of blood, and he didn't know if he still had breath at this time. And under his arms, which were slightly arched upwards, Wang Chi's jade crown was half exposed.

Sure enough, Wang Chi was found under the ruins. Li Gai's mood was not relaxed at all.

Since assuming the position of the Grand Commander, he can no longer be Wang Chi's shadow guard, and he can no longer be an inseparable guard like before. So in the last few years. He has never slackened his martial arts practice with Wang Chi, helping him improve his martial arts as much as possible. As a king, of course, he has sufficient guards around him at all times, but these are external forces, and if they are external forces, they cannot fully fit with individuals. Only when you are strong enough can you protect yourself in the face of the most unpredictable dangers.

Li Gai couldn't believe that with the emperor's current martial arts, in such an open environment on all sides, he couldn't avoid an obstacle that just fell from one direction above his head?

Unless he is here. It's already too much to support with a serious injury!

This is the last thing Li Gai wants.

The heaviest pile of rubble had been cleared, and Rigai had temporarily called aside the shortsword guards who were doing the cleanup. Only one of his shadow guards was summoned.

He was dressed in black, black boots and black gloves, and wore a helmet that fully covered his head. The shadow guard, who only showed a pair of pupils, picked up the bloody man lying on Wang Chi's body at the signal of Li Gai. Li Gai finally squatted down, helped Wang Chi up halfway, and sat on his shoulder. The result of the examination, which made him feel a little more relaxed, did not seem to have any external injuries on Wang Chi's body, but his right hand had been tightly held in his heart, clutching the cloth, which was obviously the source of his unbearable pain.

Li Gai's gaze swept over Wang Chi's frowning brows again, he was very puzzled, Wang Chi was not a person who was riddled with illnesses, in fact, his physique had been tempered by the harsh climate and environment of Biansai when he was young, and his body was much stronger than that of healthy people in the south.

His mind was only a slight pause, and Li Gai freed up one of the hands that were holding Wang Chi, and his fingers slid to his wrist.

After a moment of detention, Li Gai suddenly understood. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it quickly subsided, and then he calmly raised the palm of the hand that had just diagnosed Wang Chi's wrist vein, the palm bone crackled and made a low sound, and his five fingers slowly flexed, as if grasping something.

- Only the shadow guard closest to him at this moment had a chance to see that in the hand that the Grand Commander had raised, there was a faint substance that distorted the transparent air.

The invisible energy held in his hand was slightly knotted, and the hand that was hooked like an eagle's claw slowly spread out again, soft as the wind, against Wang Chi's chest, and gently pushed up.

After only a few moments, Wang Chi's clenched fist in his heart slowly loosened and hung down at his side, and his frowning brow gradually flattened at this time.

Li Gai continued to push his palms and rub his palms in front of Wang Chi's chest, and after another moment, fine sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and wisps of heat were already leaking out of Wang Chi's forehead. In order to evacuate the strange energy that was stuck in Wang Chi's heart, it was necessary to minimize the damage to his body by doing so. Ligai must be more careful and patient.

Although Li Gai had suppressed the majestic energy in the meridians around him as much as possible, letting them turn into a breeze and drizzle, and then penetrating Wang Chi's blocked meridians to comb through. For Wang Chi, the feeling that this massage brought him was still not too easy.

It has been many years since I have exchanged martial arts with my good brother in the complex meridians of the human body.

Wang Chi felt that he had a dream that felt quite far away. Because this dream brought him back to the north more than ten years ago.

On that vast land where there was only gravel on the ground and a gust of sand wind swept from the sky from time to time, Ah Li held his lonely back and explained to him word by word the way to enter the martial arts internal cultivation.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he listened attentively with bated breath, but not long after, he was dizzy again, not because Ah Li's explanation was not careful enough, but because the content of what he said never made him understand the picture that Ah Li wanted him to understand.

After that, Ah Li sat down cross-legged across from him. The palms are panned forward, revealing the shape of a lotus flower, as if condensing something. Immediately after, Ah Li's palms became as soft as a woman's hands, and one turned over, and wrapped around his wrists like blades of grass.

Wang Chi clearly remembered that on that day, for the first time in his life, he experienced some kind of strange touch, which actually came from his body! The wrists held by Ah Li's hands seemed to have a few slender worms drilled into it...... The feeling at that moment was surprising and slightly frightened. But after that, he seemed to feel that his arms had become much lighter. The knife in his hand was much lighter.

But these are the accumulations in the depths of Wang Chi's memory, which are completely different from the dream he is in at this time.

In this distant dream, which was like transcending the control of time, he only felt that a gray cloud accumulated in his chest was first blown away by a gust of wind, and he was able to breathe a long sigh of relief, and then a drizzle of rain came down, washing and cleaning all the air polluted by gray clouds, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

However, as he took this deep breath, he felt as if he had been hit with a hammer in his chest, as long as he moved slightly. It will lead to a dull pain that is unbearable in that inch.

The real painful feeling shattered the ethereal dream of the void, and Wang Chi snorted. The pupils fluttered for a moment under the closed eyelids, and finally woke up.

"Alas......" Wang Chi was the first time he woke up. I actually sighed.

But in Li Gai's opinion, he is just venting out the exhaust gas that has been stagnant in his chest and abdomen for a long time, which is a good thing. Being able to take the initiative to dump is much less harmful to the body than for outsiders to force it with external force.

Seeing Wang Chi wake up, the internal injuries were fine, Li Gai also breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew the palm of the massage on Wang Chi's chest, and said with a slight smile: "You finally woke up." ”

When Wang Chi just opened his eyes, his vision was still a little hazy in front of him, and when he heard a familiar voice beside him with a hint of worry and inquiry, the haze in front of him completely dispersed, and he saw the familiar face.

The familiar face in front of me coincided with the face of Ah Li in the dream for a moment, and then as the dream completely disappeared and the reality became clearer, the two overlapping faces finally separated.

In the memory, Ali's young face traveled away with a distant dream, Wang Chi calmed down, his eyes locked on Li Gai's face, who had entered the middle age realm, and his gaze stopped on the fine sweat on his forehead.

Wang Chi's tired face gradually showed a smile, and he said in a weak voice: "You are here." ”

Li Gai nodded lightly and said apologetically, "I'm late." ”

"It's not late..."Wang Chiwei shook his head and said slowly: "I'm still alive, and I don't need to say a word late." ”

Li Gai lowered his head for a moment, then raised it again, and said slowly, "If I could have come a moment earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer more. ”

Listening to the word pain in his best friend's words, Wang Chi suddenly remembered the sharp pain that inexplicably swelled in his chest and abdomen shortly after the palm force was triggered. If it weren't for this sudden outburst of unbearable pain, how could he have lost his mind and been buried by the collapsed rubble?

After this incident, he immediately remembered that the reason why the two guards suddenly fell to the ground was that they had suffered the same crime.

- Although he still didn't quite understand what the source of the pain was.

At this time, he had also made a decision in his heart, he could ignore the minutiae for the time being, but the people who should be saved. The remnants that should be culled are the first thing to deal with at the moment.

He stretched out with one hand, and his best friend next to him immediately understood. Although he was a little worried about his physical condition at the moment, he still flattened his palm. He vomited and lifted him up from the ground.

After a quick glance around, Wang Chi's eyes gradually recovered, and he quickly noticed the person in the shadow guard's arms a few steps away, and recognized him as Ah Ping, one of Ruan Luo's two attendants. Looking at Ah Ping's bloodstained back, he seemed to understand something, and without asking, he directly gave an order to the shadow guard: "Meritorious and righteous man." Directly sent to the Tai Medical Bureau for treatment! ”

The shadow guard received the order and walked towards the palace with Ah Ping in his arms.

Wang Chi then shot his gaze to the seven guards who were standing farther away, he knew that these seven people were all elites cultivated by Li Gai, and the ruins on the stone flat that had been turned into two piles were their vigorous and resolute work.

Looking up, he glanced at the "Yuwu Pavilion" that had been burned out and the second-story attic had been completely burned down, and pondered the direction roughly, then raised his hand and stretched out a finger, pointed to the abandoned building and said in a deep voice: "Dig up!" ”

Seeing this, Li Gai suddenly thought of something, and doubted: "Is it thirteen or fourteen?" ”

"They also fell down suddenly." Wang Chi withdrew his gaze from the ruins, and when he turned his head to look at Li Gai, doubts clearly appeared in his eyes. "Do you feel what happened to me?"

Ligai's lips moved slightly, but he didn't answer immediately. He just glanced at the "Yuwu Pavilion" whose roof had been burned through, and said to Wang Chijian: "This house is about to disperse, let's stand aside first." ”

The king shook his head and was helped out of the ruins.

Since Li Gai has arrived here, and the guards in the Hengtai Pavilion block have not arrived, it is really a big problem. When Wang Chi left the pile of ruins and walked out from behind the "screen" composed of ten shields, he saw more than 200 people from the guards of the Forbidden Palace, as well as about 500 guards from the Hengtai Pavilion block.

The official in charge of the neighborhood came. It's Bian Shuhe, who is also the head of the Ministry of Rites, but for today's matter. Whether he came here or not was almost negligible.

Why are there so many assassins hidden on the second floor of the teahouse in the block? When did these assassins cut so many square holes in the wooden floor of the attic. And no one found out? Are the neighborhood guards all blind or dead, and the houses are starting to burn, and no one has come to take a look?

When his gaze swept over Bian Shuhe's face that was trembling inch by inch because of excessive shock, Wang Chi did not say anything on his face, but he smiled coldly in his heart: Those who should take some responsibility for today's affairs should be the other two officials in charge of the Hengtai Pavilion block, a soldier of the Ministry of War and a waiter of the Ministry of Works, but they did not see their figures at this time.

Wang Chi's gaze finally fell on the face of a fifty-year-old silk shirt merchant beside Bian Shuhe, who was invited into a tent with embroidered red edges and golden tassels hanging from the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood who had been temporarily erected.

The round chair with amphorae has been covered with soft brocade cushions, and a small table is placed next to the chair, which is just an ordinary pine planing, and there are no carved beasts on the table, and the style of this wood is unusually simple. However, in this chaotic environment at this time, there is actually a pot of hot tea brewed on this table.

With this speed of making tea, why didn't you see the speed of firefighting just now?

After Wang Chi sat down on the chair, Li Gai did not continue to accompany him, but stepped out of the tent, beckoned his ten shield guards to withdraw from the screen array, and divided four to stand by near the tent, and the other six went to the side of the short knife guards who were continuing to dig through the ruins to save the two guards.

The walls on the first floor of the teahouse were burned to the point of falling apart by the flames inside, and the stone brick walls were so hot that they could barely be touched directly. The six shield guards took a step ahead of the short sword guards, used their shields as a base, and shoved them against the hot wall.

Since this tea house has been burned down and there is no way to save this loss, it is better to let it collapse as soon as possible within the scope of control, so as not to cause secondary injuries when it is unprepared.

Just as Li Gai's subordinates began to demolish the house, Wang Chi sat on a fairly comfortable round-backed chair under the tent, although he did feel dry at this time, he did not have hot tea in his hands.

He was eager to hear what the official in charge of the work assigned to the guards of the neighborhood had to say about the fire in the building in the neighborhood and the lack of the guards to come to the rescue. But this official was not here at this time, so he didn't plan to ask the ceremonial waiter who was only good at the virtual face ceremony.

His gaze finally fell on the woman lying on the opposite stone lawn, and he knew very well in his heart that the woman was tied into a stake by some means.

(To be continued)