Su Lian stood in the square and watched the officers and soldiers disappear like this, leaving the square in a mess and full of devastation.

As far as Su Lian could see, some people were still wailing on the ground, some were struggling to stand up, and more people were just lying in a pool of blood without a sound.

When the sedan chair arrived at the City God's Temple Square, it was getting slower and slower because of the crowd. However, the procession was not in a hurry, and it was just the opportunity for the officials sitting in the sedan chair to wave to the crowd to show their pro-people attitude and convey their goodwill and blessings to the ordinary people on the occasion of the festive season.

Su Lian hadn't seen Tuohar Chen, but guessed that he was the one sitting in the eight-lift sedan chair at the front of the team.

Tuoharchen was dressed in a five-grade official robe, wearing a high hat, a round face and a wide forehead, and two mustaches under his nose, although his face was white and fat, and his smile was cute, but his eyes were cloudy and dull, which was obviously caused by excessive wine.

But at this moment, he still smiled, shook his hand and nodded, showing generosity and kindness. The sword-wielding man in the yellow shirt had an angular face, a cold face, a calm bearing, a tall and long arm, and after a sword shot down an arrow, he stood in place, pointed at the ground with his long sword, and blocked all angles of the archer.

Su Lian sighed in his heart, but he was helpless. There were about 100 dead or injured people in the entire square of the City God's Temple, and most of them were caused by trampling on each other or were mistakenly killed by officers and soldiers.

The Manichaean cold arrow shooters were only a dozen or so cavalrymen. Su Lian walked in the square, and while he was sad, he suddenly thought of another question.

Su Lian stretched out his hand and stroked her shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will go to you, no matter where you are, I will find your ......" Su Lian smiled at her, looked at the crowd in the square, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and looked at Luo Qianyin deeply, sighed, and said: "New Year's Day, celebrate the whole world!" ”

"Mouthy!" Luo Qianyin rebuked sternly, and then said softly to Su Lian: "What kind of person Brother Lian is, I know better than anyone else......

"It's not safe here, let's go back......" Pengduo Timur said, grabbed Mullerundor and left, and took a deep look at Su Lian, and said to him: "Su Lian, I won't admit defeat, you wait for ......" Su Lian hadn't seen Tuohar Chen, but guessed that he was sitting in the eight-lift sedan chair at the front of the team.

Tuoharchen was dressed in a five-grade official robe, wearing a high hat, a round face and a wide forehead, and two mustaches under his nose, although his face was white and fat, and his smile was cute, but his eyes were cloudy and dull, which was obviously caused by excessive wine.

But at this moment, he still smiled, shook his hand and nodded, showing generosity and kindness.