You can be in a hurry, but you can't panic.

At the same time, people must also learn to be self-aware.

Therefore, even if Uncle Zheng knows that his reputation among the Yan Army is really not small, and he is a celebrity in front of the Marquis of Jingnan, but in the final analysis, he is not a "native" of the Jingnan Army.

Chen Yang Ren Juan's general soldiers faced themselves, who came from behind, were polite and polite, and they agreed with each other, but in the end, it was not the friendship that was once eaten by stirring a spoon in a big pot, and there was actually such a share between each other.

Moreover, the Jingnan Army, including the entire Eastern Expeditionary Army at the moment, can really be said to be the only one and the same, Tian Wujing.

Therefore, when Tian Wujing did not come forward to give an order and did not give a royal order, if he wanted to mobilize the entire army around him, it would be too much to underestimate the military discipline under Tian Wujing's rule.

but

The enthusiasm of the masses cannot be ignored, and it does exist objectively.

Therefore, at this time, you have to "support" to appear.

When I first opened a studio in my last life, it was very difficult to operate, and when I was most strained, the living expenses of the big guys were gone;

Zheng Fan took everyone in the studio to the sales department of a nearby real estate to be a real estate trust, and 200 yuan a day for one person and one lunch.

That's how hard it was to get through.

And this time, the childcare Zheng Fan is looking for is Li Fusheng.

Zheng Fan's "performance" is very exciting,

But it is obviously impossible to get unconditional obedience by Yu Xuanang, who is dressed in gilded armor like Jingnan Hou, even if he used his own qi and blood to make the voice can be transmitted higher and farther when he shouted before, but most of the Yan army armor soldiers are actually still hesitating.

In particular, the general soldiers of the Jingnan Army were a little confused.

But with Zheng Fan killing a Chu man with a knife, and with the cavalry under Li Fusheng starting to charge, the surrounding Yan army phalanx finally began to move.

The Chu people were snatching food, and they had been hungry for many days, they were already weak, and they had also unloaded their weapons, and they were in a mess at this time, and in front of the truly organized elite cavalry, there was really no difference from a group of lambs huddled together.

Li Fusheng's cavalry directly crashed into the Chu people, waving sabers and trampling on iron hooves, and for a while, the Chu people wailed all over the field.

The rest of the Yan army took the initiative to break away from the formation and join without authorization, and slowly, group after group, piece after piece of Yan cavalry began to charge from several directions towards the location where the Chu people gathered.

This is actually another form of "soldier roar",

It refers to the spontaneous and large-scale mass reaction of the soldiers without an order from the top.

And those high-ranking officials such as the general staff of the army seem to be a little constrained.

On the one hand, they really didn't receive a military order, they only saw Zheng Fan riding a Pixiu there to call on everyone to kill prisoners, and the sense of order of the soldiers imprinted in their bones made them reject Zheng Fan's dispatch at this time;

But on the other hand, everyone knows the relationship between Zheng Fan and King Jingnan, Zheng Fan suddenly risked a big disobedience to make this play, and he couldn't be sure that there was a shadow of his own prince behind him.

Therefore, these generals did not restrain their subordinates in time and effectively at this time, and chose a default posture.

in a word

rhythm

Brought up.

Yan Jun raised his butcher's knife and frantically slashed at the Chu people who were scurrying with their heads in their hands.

And Zheng Fan, who set off this wave,

didn't plunge into it again, like Li Fusheng, to enjoy this so-called bloodlight feast.

Anyway, it's a foregone conclusion that I can't make a move now;

Then let yourself, take a break, and be hypocritical for a while.

The edge of the knife drooped, downward, and the blood beads on the blade fell little by little, and Pixiu under his crotch turned his head and looked at Zheng Fan on his back, it actually wanted to go in and play, but for some reason, his "brother in distress" suddenly quieted down at this time.

The screams of the Chu people are endless, and they can't be talked about, but Uncle Zheng, who has already experienced countless battles, has actually been used to it for a long time.

Raise your head,

Looking into the distance,

Heart

However, it did not have the shock and panic that he felt when he first received this order from King Jingnan.

On the contrary, I felt a little relaxed and floating.

It's a strange feeling, I don't like it, but I don't hate it either.

Pixiu under the crotch tried to take a step forward, and when he saw that Zheng Fan didn't react, he walked forward again.

Just as he was about to spread his joy and rush into the crowd to trample on people,

Zheng Fan suddenly tightened the reins around its neck.

"Roar!"

Pixiu screamed a little dissatisfied, but still obeyed Zheng Fan's orders, ran away from the battlefield, and went around to the north.

Gradually,

The shouts and screams gradually subsided,

It's not that the Chu prisoners of war have been killed, even if it is 40,000 pigs, it is not easy to slaughter them all in a short time.

The distance is far, and the noise is naturally far away.

Pixiu shook his hooves with some dissatisfaction,

Zheng Fan turned over and walked to the river.

He learned from Tian Wujing's previous appearance, squatted down by the river, stretched out his hand and held a handful of water, and slapped it on his face.

The water is a little cold, with a slight earthy smell.

Zheng Fan shook his head,

Leaning back, he sat down by the river.

Raise your head again and look at the sunset in the distance, sometimes frowning and sometimes stretching.

Immediately afterwards, he habitually took out an iron box from his chest, and in fact, there was only one cigarette left.

From the expedition to the present, he has not returned to Shengle, and the blind brand cigarettes have naturally not been replenished, and this last one was deliberately put on his body as a thought.

lit a cigarette with a fire fold,

Take a deep breath,

Zheng Fan slowly closed his eyes,

Smoke begins to slowly exhale from the mouth.

At this time, Zheng Fan's Pixiu was a little restless, and even buried his head uncharacteristically.

Another adult beast slowly came here, and sitting on it was Tian Wujing.

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan's current appearance, his eyes were very calm.

But faintly, there seems to be a hidden thunder.

Tian Wujing fell to the ground, walked behind Zheng Fan, and said:

"Feeling sick?"

When Tian Wujing's voice sounded from behind him,

Zheng Fan uncharacteristically did not get up and salute immediately,

Instead, he naturally reached out and shook the soot,

Nodding.

"Look at your worthless look."

Jade is not cut into a tool, Zheng Fan has always been regarded by Tian Wujing as his "student".

In fact, no matter what era it is, the heirs of the mantle are often more important than their own bloodline heirs.

The heir is just the continuation of his own bloodline; And the mantle is the transmission of spirit.

After a few generations, no matter how deep the blood relationship is, it is actually said to be light, but there are some spiritual things that can often be kept fresh for a long time.

It's just that the "student" who is Tian Wujing seems to be very beautiful, but the pressure he is under is also unimaginable to ordinary people.

When he is good to you, he is really good;

When he trains you, if something goes wrong, you're gone.

"Lord Wang, I feel uncomfortable because I find that I don't have an uncomfortable feeling in my heart."

Hearing this answer, Tian Wujing slowly closed his eyes.

Two men,

One sits,

One stands.

Standing high status,

Sitting has a low status;

Long

Zheng Fan suddenly smiled,

threw the cigarette butt into the river,

Reaching out and grabbing a handful of mud beside him, he smashed it into the river.

"You don't like it?" Tian Wujing asked.

Zheng Fan raised his head,

Looking at Tian Wujing standing behind him,

Road:

"Lord Wang, I like to be like you, but I don't like to be you."

What I want to be is the way you gallop across the field and ride like a cloud,

Instead of wanting to be like Tian Wujing, you are so depressed that it is tantamount to self-harm.

Tian Wujing nodded thoughtfully,

Opening:

"I know."

"Hoo ........."

Zheng Fan silently adjusted his body, changed his sitting posture to a one-knee kneeling position, and faced Tian Wujing,

"Lord, please forgive your sins."

"What you say is just the truth, in the army, only lying about the military situation is a crime, and there is no crime of telling the truth."

Tian Wujing lowered his body and sat down by the riverside.

glanced at Zheng Fan who was kneeling there,

Tian Wujing stretched out his hand and patted the position where Zheng Fan was sitting before his side,

"Sit down."

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

That's it

The two Pixiu horses stood side by side in the back and complained, the smaller one was obviously a little panicked and lacked confidence;

Just like the two men in front of you,

One back is like a mountain, and the other seems to have a somewhat depressed aura.

Although General Zheng is also a hundred responses in the Shengle Army, on weekdays in Shengle City, he can attract the enthusiastic cheers of the local people with a wave of his hand;

But when Tian Wujing was by his side,

Who can hold him down in momentum?

Of course, there's no need to press this.

"Actually, this king doesn't want you to follow the same path as me."

When Zheng Fan heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Before, he just wanted to vent his emotions a little presumptuously, so he revealed his rare true feelings.

After all, no matter how majestic Tian Wujing is, in Zheng Fan's opinion, he is actually very much like a strict brother of his own.

As a younger brother, under the premise of having restrictions, it is natural to cry, make trouble, and vent your emotions.

Of course, this has to be done to a certain degree.

After that, it annoys people;

Gonggong Wei once said that the celebrant is short of talents like Zheng Fan.

Because of this kind of how to be intimate with the master but not overstep, it is really the highest level of knowledge that these slaves want to climb up.

In the eyes of Gonggong Wei, Zheng Fan is the master of this way.

But how he plays is his own business, what Zheng Fan didn't expect was that Tian Wujing seemed to have the meaning of wanting to say what was in his heart at this time.

This made Zheng Fan instinctively feel a little frightened.

"This road is too hard, too tiring, and too lonely."

Zheng Fan knew that because this road was covered with blood, it was blood that could not be washed and erased no matter what.

"Lord Wang, if you were given another chance, what would you choose?"

Zheng Fan still couldn't help but ask this sentence.

silent

silent

Silent......

Long

Tian Wujing showed a smile on his face, not kind, but it was not a bitter smile, and even, with a little relief,

Road:

"This king has already been chosen."

Then

The surface of the Wangjiang River in front of the two of them has begun to redden, it is upstream, and the blood of the Chu people has flowed into the Wangjiang River.

Tian Wujing pointed in the upstream direction,

Road:

"Let's go up and take a look, don't waste it, your pattern is very big, but if you don't have enough courage to fill it, then no matter how big the pattern is, it will be empty after all."

Zheng Fan stood up silently, turned his head, glanced at Tian Wujing, who was still sitting on the riverside, and then took a step and began to walk upstream.

Tian Wujing's voice sounded again:

"Martial arts and life are actually the same, the higher you go, the more blood and corpses you see.

You don't have to like it, this will become like Li Fusheng, going astray;

You can't go numb, and under the numbness, you're ignoring more than just what you don't want to see. ”

"Lord Wang, what should I do then?"

Zheng Fan asked as he walked south along the riverside.

"You have to learn to adapt."

This is the answer given by Tian Wujing.

The blood in front of you is fresh, you can see it tumbling and soaking in the river, and the tip of your nose seems to smell the smell of blood in the air.

Zheng Fan adjusted his breathing and walked forward step by step, his mind was still echoing with Tian Wujing's words.

This is a tap, a tap from a powerful being who could defeat Juggernaut in the first place.

Zheng Fan naturally knows how important and precious this kind of allocation is, so he definitely can't waste it.

The Pixiu who only belonged to Zheng Fan saw Zheng Fan walking up alone, and instinctively wanted to follow, but was blocked by the bigger Pixiu beside him.

In the afterglow of the setting sun,

Zheng Fan walked slowly,

Gradually,

As the killing of the Chu people by the upstream Yan army began to intensify,

The blood on the surface of the river also began to get thicker and thicker.

It seems that because of the stimulation of the vision, the qi and blood in Zheng Fan's body also began to gradually become restless.

A corpse of a Chu person floated down the river.

Next, there is the second, the third, and the fourth......

Soon, there will be no need to count anymore, because some of the numbers are already unclear.

Upstream, the knights of the Yan army began to chase downstream, using bows and arrows to shoot the Chu people who tried to escape by mixing in the river water.

The water nature of the Chu people is generally much better than that of the Yan people.

But since the killer has already begun, the Yan people will naturally not be polite, let alone give the Chu people the possibility of escaping.

When the knights passed by Zheng Fan, they recognized Zheng Fan and recognized this Pingye Bo.

Seeing that the chief soldier who had previously set off a wave of killing prisoners was actually walking south alone at this time, some knights greeted him, and some knights just slapped the armor on their chests with their sabers in response.

But after seeing that Zheng Fan didn't seem to have time to pay attention to them, and just buried his head and walked south alone, these knights didn't stop and continued to chase and kill their targets.

When the butcher's knife is opened, it is naturally impossible to stop it in time.

I think that at the beginning, when the Marquis of Jingnan was full of self-destruction, those Jingnan soldiers who were red-eyed and psychologically under great pressure were almost slaughtered at the same time.

But fortunately, there are enough Chu prisoners of war here, even if it is not enough for all the Yan soldiers to cut off a head, but it is really more than enough to splash some blood on their armor.

As he walked, Zheng Fan suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shadow beside him.

On the left side of his body, he seems to be walking with him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man in a black sweatshirt, with a cigarette in his mouth, his eye sockets were a little sunken, and his knuckles were white.

This person, very familiar, is the kind of familiarity that almost overflows through the diaphragm.

But it was so strange, it seemed like a stranger from a long, long time ago.

No matter how strong the lovesickness is, no matter how much nostalgia there is, once it is divided into the present and the past, it will be reduced to the real end of the world.

Zheng Fan felt that his vision began to blur a little,

His cognition,

Suddenly, there was a slight deviation and trance;

Who am I

I'm Zheng Fan.

That I,

Which Zheng Fan is it?

In my mind, I seem to have the picture of myself in the studio rushing to the manuscript again, in the ashtray, stuffed with cigarette butts, and in the trash can at my feet, there are two buckets of instant noodles.

The curtains are tightly closed, so it is impossible to distinguish between day and night, and the rhythm of life because of sunrise and sunset is no longer the mainstream for some people.

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

"Ahh

Ear

The sound of horses' hooves began to be heard, as well as the terrible screams of the Chu people when they were shot by arrows in the water of the Wangjiang River.

These voices dragged Zheng Fan out of the whirlpool of memory again, and he opened his eyes again in a bit of a daze, just in front of a burst of dust, and he was blinded.

"Uncle!"

"Your Excellency!"

From time to time, cavalrymen who staggered by saluted him, but Zheng Fan just rubbed his eyes with his hands and did not respond.

finally

The eyes are much more comfortable,

But when he cautiously looked at the left side of his body again, he found that the self in the sweatshirt was still there;

is still following his own pace, walking forward step by step, and there is a smile on his face, this smile is for himself.

Is it a mockery?

It's not like it is.

Is it disdainful?

Neither is it.

On the contrary, it was as if he had seen something interesting and poked his own laughter.

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and patted his head, he didn't know if this was the feeling he wanted to find, but he was a little uncomfortable now, and he wanted to get out.

Moreover, Zheng Fan didn't dare to shift his gaze to the left anymore, and began to tilt to the right, hoping that there would no longer be an existence in his field of vision that could make him feel dazzling.

But he was wrong,

Because at this time, he found out,

On their right side,

There was actually a person standing.

This man was covered in blood and dressed in exactly the same armor as himself, but in fact, he was exactly the same as his current self;

The only difference may be the red pupils in the other person's eyes and the greedy and enjoyable look on his face.

Zheng Fan couldn't help but start covering his ears with his hands,

He felt that he must have entered some kind of mental abnormality by now.

may have been stimulated by his own order to kill the prisoners,

may also be stimulated by Tian Wujing's words before,

or

It may also be that deep in my heart, the emotions and problems that have been accumulating in the past few years have been completely released at this time.

I

Who the hell is it?

This is a question that many people ask themselves.

And now,

But it was a question that Zheng Fan desperately wanted to know.

It's a pity,

The blind man is not with him now.

Zheng Fan stopped, he lowered his head and squatted down.

In my mind, all kinds of pictures began to emerge in a chaotic manner.

For a moment, he was in the ward where he was euthanized;

After a while, he stood at the head of the snow customs again, looking at the wild men who were attacking the city below;

All of a sudden, he stood in the roast duck shop, looking at Xiao Liuzi looking at himself with a smile, holding a roast duck in his hand;

Followed by

He found himself standing in front of a birthday cake again, and the friends in the studio sang happy birthday songs to celebrate his birthday.

Along with the rapid flipping of the picture, there is an extremely strong feeling of nausea.

"Vomit ........."

Zheng Fan propped his hands on the ground and began to retch violently.

He was in pain, his brain was hurting, his whole body seemed to be being torn apart, and he didn't know where he was going.

The blind man was a psychiatrist in his last life, in fact, the other demon kings are not ordinary, in terms of heart, even if he is the most honest Fan Li, do you really dare to think that he is honest?

But, maybe it's dark under the lights.

After getting along with the demon kings for a long time, Zheng Fan has actually been improving, and he has been changing himself, allowing himself to adapt to them, and at the same time, he is also adapting to the world;

The demon kings are also happy with the change in their own masters, because if nothing else, everyone has to be bound together all the time, and they naturally don't want their own masters to have no progress all the time, and lie there forever to eat and wait for death.

But Zheng Fan is a human after all,

The demon kings have their own experiences and their own personalities.

Even after this world wakes up, they have actually been living according to their own nature, and if they can not accommodate, they will not accommodate, in short, being happy and doing what they want is the most important.

Zheng Fan was forcibly polished out in a short period of time, deep in his heart, he had actually accumulated too many negative emotions for a long time, but there was no place to pour them out.

And the demon kings are also accustomed to regard the lord who is getting more and more progressive and changing, as a part of themselves.

Under the darkness of the lamp, even the blind man did not notice the changes in Zheng Fan's mood and psychology, so naturally he did not sort out and mediate.

Originally, these problems would not have erupted at this time, because Zheng Fan could continue to endure, and his endurance had not yet reached the limit.

But today,

But it erupted.

When some cavalry passed by Zheng Fan, they shouted "Uncle", or "Lord";

Then, not long after, they saw their own prince walking behind, and immediately shouted:

"Lord Wang!"

Tian Wujing followed behind Zheng Fan,

He didn't plan to come along.

What he wanted was to use this blood qi to allow Zheng Fan to break through the realm of martial artists who were stagnant in the seventh rank;

He felt that it was not difficult, because Zheng Fan's qualifications were very high.

But gradually,

Tian Wujing found that things seemed to be starting to go in an unknown direction.

Compared with the anxiety of Zheng Fan's body, Zheng Fan's own thoughts seemed to have fallen into an extremely complex and painful situation.

This is no longer as simple as breaking through from seven products to six products,

This is

I'm going crazy.

Going mad is a dangerous threshold that many martial arts scholars need to face, but Tian Wujing didn't expect this to happen to Zheng Fan at this time, because he really hadn't heard of the saying that when the seventh rank enters the sixth rank, he will go mad.

This feeling is like Zhang San stealing Li Si's chicken and needing to go to the Jinluan Palace to ask His Majesty to judge.

finally

Tian Wujing saw Zheng Fan in front of him holding his head with his hands and squatting on the ground, his body also began to convulse and spasm, and the qi and blood in his body were gradually changing in an uncontrollable direction.

No matter how Tian Wujing is the god of war, it is impossible to know the secret of Zheng Fan's "two lives";

Therefore, in Tian Wujing's view, it may be because the "persecution" was too tight and the means used were too radical, so that Zheng Fan finally couldn't bear this pressure, which then triggered signs of collapse.

Just as Zheng Fan saw Tian Wujing feeling like his own brother,

Tian Wujing didn't really see this guy who dared to take in his son without hesitation, and he didn't really see it as a subordinate;

person

It's all emotional.

No matter how cold a person is, he is still a human after all.

Tian Wujing's right palm slowly spread out, and on his side, a blue wind began to emerge slowly.

Everyone in the world knows that King Jingnan of Yan State is a second-grade strong martial artist, but few people know that Tian Wujing actually has the ability to Daoxuan, although he does not cultivate.

With the Taoist mental method, forcibly concentrating and shaping the heart is enough to pull Zheng Fan back from the state of going mad.

It's just that

Before Tian Wujing made a move,

He saw a wisp of black gas coming out of Zheng Fan's body, and this black gas had a dirty and filthy atmosphere.

Tian Wujing stopped, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he did not move forward again.

And Zheng Fan in front also stopped retching, and his body no longer spasmodic and convulsed like before, and even staggered back to his feet.

Everyone, there is an opportunity for everyone.

From Tian Wujing's point of view, he didn't care that Zheng Fan had some little secrets of his own, and as a general commander, it was impossible for him to have the harshness of distinguishing between good and evil like a rural qi refiner.

As long as that thing could be useful to Zheng Fan, he didn't mind that thing existed.

Of course, the premise is that it really works.

"It's kind of ...... Meaning. ”

……

"Boom...... Jie Ji ...... ......"

The child's laughter began to reach Zheng Fan's ears.

Zheng Fan raised his head a little dazedly and looked ahead.

He saw the pill in his belly pocket standing there, looking at him.

And by his own side,

The two selves, one on the left and one on the right,

Still there,

They do the same thing as themselves.

Time

Zheng Fan was a little puzzled, a little unsure,

The magic pill ahead,

Who the hell are you shouting.

When a person loses the sense of his or her identity, the trepidation will be all-encompassing, and the sense of alienation will be countless times stronger than the sadness of walking on the streets of the city late at night only to find that the city has no place for itself.

It is as if he is an abandoned child, although the world is big, there is no place for him to stay.

Tian Wujing didn't make a move,

The magic pill struck.

What is the specialty of the magic pill,

He is good at using illusions, pulling people into them, using all kinds of illusions to constantly amplify the loopholes of the mind, and finally let his prey collapse and hysteria.

That's the fun of the pill;

Of course

In other words,

A person who is good at making questions, first of all, must first understand the idea of disintegration at a deeper level.

The magic pill is also very strange,

On weekdays, as long as your "daddy" is not shot or cut,

It can sleep in the specially designed groove of the armor.

But asleep asleep,

Suddenly I noticed that something was wrong,

Wake up and see,

found that his "father" actually made a game for himself, and he was about to trap himself to death.

You can die,

But you can be killed by me,

What does it mean for you to commit suicide yourself?

This was the first thought that came to the mind of the demon pill after he woke up, and after this thought arose, it appeared almost without hesitation, even behind his father, there was a terrifying existence that made the demon pill feel a little frightened.

"Boom......... Trugg............ ............"

In Zheng Fan's field of vision, the magic pill was still smiling.

Zheng Fan became more and more confused, he even began to hide backwards, he had forgotten who he was, and he didn't dare to admit who he was, like a ...... Black households.

"Bang Bang Bang !!!"

The pill took the initiative to run this way.

Actually, if you don't pay special attention to the eyes of the magic pill, the magic pill is really a very cute baby image.

Moreover, his eyes, after looking at it for a long time, can actually slowly get used to it.

The magic pill ran to Zheng Fan,

To be exact,

It was to run in front of three people.

Magic Pill stretched out his fleshy hand,

It's like a child running to the front, and finding that his father didn't follow, so he ran back again, and wanted to take his father's hand and take him and run forward with him.

Zheng Fan, who was wearing a sweatshirt on the left, stretched out his hand,

Zheng Fan, who was wearing armor on the right, also stretched out his hand,

Only Zheng Fan himself didn't dare to move.

But the magic pill didn't touch their hands,

Instead, he continued to wait for Zheng Fan.

You are............ Waiting for me?

Zheng Fan was a little incredulous, at this time, he seemed to have fallen into the quagmire, and he really couldn't believe that someone would reach out and grab him.

In fact, everyone has their own sensitive period, no matter how strong the appearance of a man or woman, after encountering some stimuli or emotional accumulation to a certain extent, they will also lie in bed in the middle of the night and cry silently, the rough nerves on weekdays, at that moment, it seems that they should die to become extremely sensitive.

Zheng Fan is in this state now, he is actually still Zheng Fan, but at this moment, he is extremely fragile.

"Put ............ Put the handle ............"

The magic pill is urging.

finally

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand a little tremblingly,

The demon pill took the initiative to move forward and grabbed Zheng Fan's hand.

he

Chose me?

In an instant,

A feeling of being recognized immediately struck, as if the light of one's own world had reappeared.

The previous feelings of cowardice, fear, and panic all began to dissipate at this time;

dissipated together, as well as the two selves around him.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain;

When Zheng Fan was pulled to his feet by the magic pill,

When Zheng Fan's eyes suddenly opened again,

When in his sight,

When no longer sentimental,

He regained his authenticity.

Recalling the previous vulnerability, I even felt a little ridiculous.

What the hell is wrong with me?

How could I have that ridiculous idea?

Is this still me?

If the blind people knew about it, they would really be laughed to death.

Zheng Fan stood up straight,

even subconsciously wanted to hide his previous gaffe,

Laughed dryly,

And then he stretched.

In an instant,

The qi and blood in the body, which had been restless for a long time, instantly became docile at this moment and began to flow in an orderly manner.

The realm threshold that had been stuck with Zheng Fan before, it was so logically broken.

There is no earth-shattering air wave rushing,

There is no howling wind under the four wildernesses,

some

Only a faint black light flashed from Zheng Fan's body, and the speed was so fast that people couldn't catch it.

Even Zheng Fan himself,

Didn't you notice that you were actually "advanced" so low-key at this time?

However, the feeling of refreshment that suddenly hit Zheng Fan still made Zheng Fan feel extremely comfortable.

Upstream, the screams of the Chu people were still coming, Zheng Fan yawned, he didn't feel excited, but he didn't feel how cruel and terrible it was.

When every army goes out on the march, it is actually ready to kill and be killed, what is so strange about this?

Turning around, looking at the Wangjiang River, which had been stained red by the blood of the Chu people upstream, Zheng Fan couldn't help but kneel on the riverside,

bury your face directly in the river,

Long

before he raised his head,

Sit up straight again.

"Whew............ ............"

Zheng Fan exhaled heavily while wiping the water droplets on his face with his hands.

Turning his head,

found Tian Wujing, who was standing there not far away,

Zheng Fan couldn't help but laugh:

"Lord Wang, this river water is delicious enough now!"

……

After the covenant was concluded, the Chu people left the city;

King Jingnan gave an order to slaughter 40,000 Chu army prisoners of war, and the blood stained the Wangjiang River.

The news reached Yanjing,

The court was furious,

Emperor Yan was furious;

immediately

Two edicts were issued,

one was sent to the state of Chu to express apologies;

the second was sent to Yupan City, where he reprimanded Tian Wujing for being arrogant and cutting off the prince;

King Jingnan changed back again,

Jingnan Hou.