The old couple who were clinging to each other were silent.

Zhao Changyi's heart is like a mirror, "The descendants of King Zhao who escaped by luck thirty-nine years ago, a male Murong Tianhe, the eleventh grandson of King Zhao, the puppet emperor Yanxing Emperor, a daughter Huo Changyang, the daughter of the puppet king Huo Yanqing. ”

"Two old men, where do you say these two are hiding?"

"The great cool world is prosperous and Yong'an, the people's hearts are obedient, I don't know where Dayan is now, who still remembers Emperor Yanwu, and who still remembers King Zhao? Where do you think they can go? ”

And where to go, is a thick nasal voice.

The old couple shuddered.

After a long time, the old man said softly: "Xu is dead...... Thirty-nine years ago, there was no more Murong in the world. ”

If people don't die, their hearts die early.

Zhao Changyi frowned, and immediately stretched out, understanding the meaning of his words, although he was still alive, it was actually the same as dead, the Daliang royal family, there was no need to avoid Murong's legacy.

Get up, bend down and do the standard court etiquette as if seeing the king, "So, farewell." ”

Accept my worship, and you should be comforted.

Picking up the embroidered spring knife, Zhao Changyi wore a white mist and left.

Nothing matters anymore.

It doesn't matter whether they are Murong Tianhe and Huo Changyang back then, mourning is greater than heart death, the only two sons, one died under the embroidered spring knife of Fusi in Nanzhen, Kyoto, and the other died in the Qingliu River.

Murong has no queen.

These two old men can't make waves.

So live, then...... No one knew that there was the last person of the Murong family in Fanmian Village, who was quietly waiting to be buried in peace.

Zhao Changyi was ruthless.

When he returned to Kyoto, some officials laughed at him for not being polite with food and clothing.

Later, the body of that brother was found under the moat, unrecognizable, and the yamen of Jingzhao Mansion refused to accept the case, opening his eyes and telling nonsense, saying that this brother just accidentally fell into the water.

It's not Zhao Changyi's hand, he just said in front of the empress, someone insulted me, what should I do?

Zhao Changyi knew that as soon as his words came out, he would condemn life and death.

But to live as oneself, it has to be.

Kyoto, the city of luxury, is a place of cannibalism, and if you don't be tough, what awaits you is endless humiliation and even death.

Today, however, his heart has relented.

It's just because the picture of the old couple leaning on each other reminds him of the old man who quietly stuffed the candy into his arms back then, and he chattered about himself these days, just like he cried in front of them back then.

The human heart is so, nostalgic.

Zhao Changyi touched the embroidered spring knife on his waist and smiled.

Let's live.

One day, I will let you see that this great cool world can also be like Emperor Yanwu, open up the territory and surrender to the four provinces, and after this great cool and prosperous world, it will be a more brilliant prosperous era.

Who's going to cast it?

Zhao Changyi smiled and said nothing, there will be people in Da Liang.

Zhu Qizheng sat in front of the courtyard bored, looking at the vast white mist, a little painful, and he didn't know what Zhao Changyi was doing, but he wasn't worried, after all, there was no one in this fan noodle village who was a threat except for the master.

Seeing Zhao Changyi coming from the thick fog, Zhu Qi hurriedly greeted him, "Is the son's business done?" ”

Zhao Changyi nodded, "It's nothing." ”

laughed, his smile suddenly froze, staring at the white mist not far away, and said nothing.

Zhu Qi was stunned and looked back.

However, it was found that except for the white fog or the white fog, there was no abnormality.

At this moment, Zhao Changyi's hand was already pressed on the embroidered spring knife, his green tendons were violent, and his words were indifferent, "There seems to be someone." ”

The next moment, the embroidered spring knife was about to be unsheathed.

Zhu Qi was unconscious, turned around and stared into the white mist, "Where?" ”

Instinctively reacted to press the knife, if it was really someone, I wouldn't mind killing.

Beizhen Fusi kills people, why do you need to prescribe the law?

The corners of Zhao Changyi's mouth pursed a smile, and the embroidered spring knife quietly came out of the sheath for half a foot, but he froze, looking up at the sky, above the sky, between the white mist, but he heard the muffled thunder rolling.

In an instant, an electric light tore through the sky and suddenly fell.

The lightning stirred up the thick fog, blooming a flying rainbow that ran through the rainbow, stunning and dazzling, like a sunset erected between heaven and earth.

Another like fireworks.

The fog covers the world and the earth, and when the dense fog dissipates, it is a warm sunny day, how can there be thunder, and this is the early winter, although there is winter thunder, but it is rare, this electric light, is also like the clear sky falling thunder.

Zhao Changyi and Zhu Qi were stunned at the same time.

Almost at the same time, the figures of the two rushed into the thick fog and ran towards the place where the lightning had fallen.

Thunder falls in the clear sky, and strangers are likely to appear!

Zhu Qi is the responsibility of the Beizhen Fusi, if there is a stranger, he will be detected, arrested or even killed.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Changyi is not a person from Beizhen Fusi.

But he knows that the Great Liang country does not allow the existence of aliens.

The Empress did not allow it either.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to single-handedly create an institution that specializes in dealing with strangers, Beizhen Fusi.

Thick fog surged.

There are also people running in the fog like flying, Li Fuzi, dressed in green clothes, rarely came with a sword, elegant and free, frowning, and then the sky after tomorrow was full of thunder...... Non-stop!

The master took the sword and thundered.

If the sword is unsheathed, the thunder will become thunder.

What I feared finally happened.

Li Ruyu has been in a coma for many days and has not woken up, which is already very weird, but now the sky is clear and thundering in Fanmian Village.

There is only one possibility, someone entered Li Ruyu's body again, and then was struck by lightning...... I just don't know who it is this time, I just don't know if this time he is the only one who dies, or if he dies with Li Ruyu.

I hope the former is the same.

When the master arrived, there were already people in the front yard of Li Ruyu's house.

Beizhen Fusi Zhu Qi and a young man surnamed Zhao.

Standing in front of the courtyard at this moment, I looked at the courtyard, and then looked up at the sky, a little puzzled.

The sky was still thundering.

Will there be thunder falling?

How many Inhumans are there in Fan Village?

The master put the long sword aside without a trace, and when the sword was taken off, the thunder stopped.

Zhu Qi and Zhao Changyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Lei.

There was a man in the courtyard, a young man, fourteen or fifteen years old, his clothes almost turned to ashes, sitting naked on the edge of the steps, his skin still faintly glowing, his whole body blackened, and his long hair stood on end.

The strange thing is that he is only blackened all over, without the slightest scar.

Thunder strikes and doesn't die?

At this moment, the young man was a little dazed and looked sluggish.

Next to the young man, there was a little Lori squatting, and there was only a boy who was struck by lightning in her eyes.

There are worries, but more gentleness.

Full of body and mind, all on the young man's body, not smelling anything outside his body.

Zhao Changyi suddenly felt a little distressed, and he couldn't wait to pull out his knife and slash the young man instead.

Zhu Qi pressed the knife and stared at Li Ruyu vigilantly.

There has never been an alien thunderbolt that never died, and the scene in front of me is too weird.

At this moment, Li Ruyu didn't speak, and no one made a sound.

On the side of him and Xiaoxiao, there was a small table that had been overturned, ink was splashed on the floor, the overturned inkstone was half broken, the pen was completely destroyed, and there was a scrap of paper the size of a palm that had been destroyed by lightning.

The master put his hands behind his back, walked over silently, pulled Xiaoxiao over, and stayed away from Li Ruyu, the situation is unknown, who knows whether it was Li Ruyu or another person who survived.