Yan Da and the others came back quickly, knowing that Beichen Jingshu was fine, and everyone was nervously busy and precautionary.

Beichen Jingshu and Zhen Cheng went crazy and killed, and the base of the Japanese people was hit hard.

How many people were killed, Yan Da and others did not know. But Huo Qingluan remembered that when he left, in the horticultural field of the Wa Kingdom, the snow under the lights was red and bloody.

Shiro Yamamoto will retaliate, there's no doubt about it. If in the previous stage, Shiro Yamamoto was still out of helplessness, then what will happen next is beyond the control of Yan Da and others.

Because of such a move by Beichen Jingshu, the piecemeal offensive and defensive mode that had been maintained for a long time came to an end. What is coming is a full-scale slaughter from the ground to the ground.

Huo Qingluan didn't see Beichen Jingshu, but he saw Bai Lingsu who came out of Zhen Cheng's room.

When he knew that Beichen Jingshu was safe and sound, Huo Qingluan sneered and went back to the room directly.

Treat the inexplicable disease of the dog baby, and then the inexplicable breakthrough of the nine people; Bai Lingsu strangely became a master in the late stage of the Yellow Order, could it be a coincidence?

Beichen Jingshu's injuries were so serious that she didn't even go to the hospital and became unharmed, if Huo Qingluan still couldn't figure it out, then he could really buy a piece of tofu and die.

In Zhen Cheng's body, there is a secret hidden. This secret should have been obtained by Zhen Cheng when he came back from the dead of Tianzhu Peak. What kind of secret it is, Huo Qingluan doesn't know, but one day, Zhen Cheng will be exposed in front of him.

Huo Qingluan's mood was very chaotic, both the relief of Beichen Jingshu safe and sound, and the faint loss of not being fully trusted by Zhen Cheng.

"What am I?" Huo Qingluan walked into the room, leaned against the door and meditated with his eyes closed.

Beichen Jingshu's bed was neat and clean, looking around the empty room, Huo Qingluan wrapped his arms around his chest, looking at the bright moonlight outside, and he was upset.

The moonlight is cold, but where is the cold only moonlight.

Beichen Jingshu looked at herself in the mirror, and cold tears poured wantonly. The tender baby-like skin came through her fingers, and Beichen Jingshu felt like she was in a dream.

No matter how real a mask is, it's still a mask. Touching the cold mask, Beichen Jingshu had thought about the scene of recovering her true face many times. Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, it suddenly became a reality.

"Little girl, are you teenagers this year?" Zhen Cheng under the lamp, his face was a little pale, and he sat in front of his bed with a little steaming chicken soup. "Come, I'll feed you!" Zhen Cheng said with a grin.

Touching his clothes, they were freshly changed from head to toe. Intuitively, the underwear seems to have been changed. When I opened my eyes, I saw Zhen Cheng, Beichen Jingshu was shy and wanted to commit suicide.

"I don't drink! If you don't tell me the truth, I won't drink if I die! Her face recovered, and Beichen Jingshu was in a much better mood. But thinking that his body might have been seen by Zhen Cheng, he couldn't help but feel entangled in his heart.

"I really didn't put on the clothes for you, it was Bai Lingsu who helped you!" Seeing Beichen Jingshu stubbornly twisting her head, Zhen Cheng put the soup bowl on the head of the bed and emphasized again.

"I didn't ask this!" Beichen said quietly.

"In order to heal your wounds, I tore my clothes! Actually, it's nothing, that's what the doctors in the hospital do! You know, I'm actually a doctor, too! Now that medicine is developed, even the obstetrics and gynecology department is full of male doctors and nurses, and in order to save lives, some things are not important! Zhen Chengyi explained with a wry smile.

"Important!" Beichen Jingshu turned her head to look at Zhen Cheng's pale face and said, "I'm asking about the eye of the needle on my wrist!" I'm asking about the blood that was transfused into my body! What I asked was-" Beichen Jingshu couldn't ask, because Zhen Cheng's face became even whiter, and the faint smile on his original face was gone, shaking as if he was about to fall. "Lie down!" Beichen Jingshu lifted the quilt, sat up, and pulled Zhen Cheng down on the bed!

"Drink your own chicken soup, I'm sleepy!" Zhen Cheng felt that his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, said a word, and fell asleep in a trance.

During the day, he accompanied Bai Lingsu to make a fuss for a long time, and when he came back, he hurriedly looked for Beichen Jingshu without even taking a sip of saliva, and after a big battle with anger, he was busy treating Beichen Jingshu, and drew out nearly a thousand milliliters of blood, even if he was beaten with iron, he would faint.

"Woo-you-you're going to be so good to me--woo-woo-"

Zhen Cheng's clothes were still stained with blood, and the sweat on his face stained the baby face. Beichen Jingshu covered the quilt for Zhen Cheng, and lay beside Zhen Cheng and whispered and complained.

Intentionally planting flowers does not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade!

Zhen Cheng didn't want to gain anything, and he never wanted to get the heart of a girl. But the beauties around Zhen Cheng rushed over like moths to a fire.

Beichen Jingshu was tired of crying, and fell asleep next to Zhen Cheng. The bowl of chicken soup placed at the head of the bed was drunk, and Beichen Jingshu's face was flushed, and there were many more tears.

Beichen Jingshu dreamed that the chicken soup she had made by herself was fed to Zhen Cheng's mouth.

When Beichen Jingshu fell asleep in a complicated mood, the sun had quietly risen from the east. In the room covered by curtains, a man and a woman are quietly dreaming of their own sweet dreams.

"Bang-"

"Bang Bang-"

In Shiro Yamamoto's study, there was the sound of items shattering one after another.

The corpses that had been disposed of overnight were placed on the ground either intact or mutilated. Thirty-three corpses, placed in front of Shiro Yamamoto's study, anyone who sees such a scene will be furious and crazy.

Ichiro Kawashima looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was full of apprehension. Will such a Zhen Cheng cooperate with someone like himself? People casually came to kill so many people once, and their own weight was a fart in Zhen Cheng's eyes? There is no need to cooperate by himself, Zhen Cheng will also come to deal with the Yamamoto family. With such hatred, the Yamamoto family and Hanmang will surely become undying enemies.

Sakai was a little scared. Thinking about his teasing and provocation of Zhen Cheng in the Black Dragon Club, I couldn't help but feel numb. It's ridiculous that he can't do anything to himself, and he still wants to assassinate Zhen Cheng. It seems that Zhen Cheng was polite to himself, and only tattooed those disgusting turtles on his body.

"Cremation!" The sun has shown its horizon, and what needs to be solved still needs to be solved. Ever since Yan Da and the others fled, Shiro Yamamoto has lost his temper. It's already dawn, and if so many corpses are not disposed of and leaked out by others, it will bring even more trouble.

"Ignition!" Ichiro Kawashima ordered coldly to the samurai beside him.

The light of the fire, which is infused with a special incineration liquid, has a faint fragrance. The cracking sound of the corpse oil Naziz sent chills through the circle of warriors.

The ground team of nearly fifty people is now less than twenty people. If Zhen Cheng didn't leave to save people, would there be anyone alive here?

Thinking about the previous contempt for this man with braids, Ichiro Kawashima and the others showed fear in their eyes.

In peacetime, even soldiers rarely kill a dozen or twenty people at a time. Thinking about the black judge's pen in Zhen Cheng's hand, some warriors were sweating on their foreheads and trembling in their strands.

"Ichiro Kawashima, you come in!" Shiro Yamamoto's voice came from the study, but he didn't mean to come out of the room.

"Hey!" Ichiro Kawashima agreed, and quickly ran to the study.

Shiro Yamamoto's room was a mess, with shards of porcelain or glass on the floor and sofa. Walking into Shiro Yamamoto's room, Ichiro Kawashima stood respectfully at the door.

"You go and call Meng Fanjun now, and ask him to come back from Europe immediately!" Shiro Yamamoto held his hand in front of the window, watching the corpses in the courtyard being burned to black ash one by one, and fiercely promised, "I must let them experience the pain that Hanmang brought us today!" ”

"Hey!" Ichiro Kawashima didn't know how to comfort Ichiro Kawashima, so he agreed, picked up the phone number on the messy coffee table, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Shiro Yamamoto raised his hand and stopped him loudly, "Wait a minute, I still have something to order!" ”

"Hey!" Ichiro Kawashima agreed and waited respectfully.

"After burning the corpses, you can see if any of the remaining samurai are injured, and if so, treat them in time. If not, find a way to make them forget what happened last night! Shiro Yamamoto's face was very red, for so many years, it was the first time that he personally led the team to such a fiasco.

"Hey! I know how to do it, and I'll do it well! Ichiro Kawashima replied respectfully, but his heart was full of ridicule and contempt for Shiro Yamamoto.

"It's good to know, I'm tired too, you go out and do things!" Shiro Yamamoto sighed, said in a cold voice, and walked towards the bed with his legs raised.

I don't know if it's dazzled, but when Ichiro Kawashima walked out of the door and looked back, he saw an old man who seemed to be slowly falling on the bed.

PS: The next three chapters are the addition of fifty, one hundred, and one hundred and fifty flowers! Update nine chapters today and make up a small outburst! In this way, the master is only twenty minutes away from the promotion of the "little hand in the cloud" to the commander! The flowers are not rising fast, the master code words are very hard, the brothers are embarrassed, right? Hehe!