Maybe it was fate.

It is destined that these two people will always see each other.

But the Demon Lord didn't know who Li Fengliang was.

Because no one would have thought that he had come here like this, and no one would have thought that he would be slashed back thousands of miles by the county lord's sword.

He looked up, still with an ordinary face.

And the scholar next to him was even more ordinary.

He glanced sideways at Li Fengliang, and then replied lightly, "No." ”

Li Fengliang smiled, "It's good to be a soldier. ”

The Demon Lord didn't pay any more attention to him, he turned his head and turned around, no longer looking at Li Fengliang.

He carried the pole, then parted the crowd and squeezed out.

——

He was just passing by, he didn't want to be a soldier.

He was not in the mood to be a soldier.

If this had been before, maybe he would have killed this blind general.

But at this point he just wanted to do something.

Liu Cheng followed him and asked extremely nervously, "What's wrong?"

The Demon Lord shook his head, "It's nothing, a mortal ......"

The figures of the two men faded away, and then disappeared at the end of the long street.

Zhou Tu frowned, he asked Li Fengliang and said, "He asked me to step down from the throne?"

Li Fengliang shook his head, "I'm not sure." ”

Zhou Tu asked, "Then I'm not sure why you dare to ask." ”

Li Fengliang smiled, "I'm just asking, and I'm not breaking the law." ”

Zhou Tu touched the blood scab on his face with his hand, and said in his heart that if there was no blood scab, would he recognize himself?

He didn't know.

This may only be known to the Demon Lord himself.

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......

The eleventh vassal king retreated quickly.

Of course, they came very quickly.

When the sun had risen completely, there was no longer any sign of the brutes on either side of the riverbank.

On the wasteland in front of Ma Wei Pass, a large tomb was raised.

In this tomb are the people of the Great Zhou, and some may be barbarian armies mixed in it.

But none of that matters.

A team of horses galloped back and forth on the large tomb.

Tamping, flattening.

After another hour, there was no sign of it.

But the color of the soil in this mile-long grave was clearly not the same color as the reddish-brown soil that had been soaked in blood overnight.

There are many people on the other side of Luoshui looking curiously at this end.

They came out to pick up scrap left behind on the battlefield.

They were scared, as if they were terrified, but there were so many scraps left on the battlefield that they couldn't pick them up.

Among them was a man with a black scarf covering his face, his head bowed, and he seemed to have little interest in the waste.

One of the people looked at him and said, "The vassal kings have all withdrawn, and there is no movement on the side of the Zhou people." You have no idea how much scrap money you can buy with these worn-out knives and guns. ”

The man did not reply, revealing a pair of eyes as black as night.

When he heard that the vassal king had withdrawn, he suddenly turned around and was about to leave.

There was a carriage next to it, which was rented by these people.

The things they have picked up here today may be enough to feed them for a few months.

Watching this unknown person leave, the man shook his head helplessly, "If you just come and watch the fun, it will be really boring." ”

The black-scarfed people still did not answer.

Naturally, he didn't come to see the excitement.

He walked up to the cart and reached out to untie the wagon from the horse.

He looked at the people and said, "Borrow your horse." ”

The eyes of the people who were picking up the worn-out swords darkened, as if they realized something at this moment.

He was just about to go up to stop him, but the people around him rushed up, because this carriage was what they fed, and if this horse was gone, how could they afford to pay for it?

But the man was moving too fast.

He rolled over and got on his horse, and the horse's hooves kicked up dust in the ground, and it was gone.

The people cursed so loudly that they didn't even catch up with the windy horse.

They beat their chests and stomped in frustration.

While he was scolding, a man suddenly pointed to the carriage and exclaimed, "What is that?"

The people gathered around, and saw a shining stone on the board of the carriage.

There was a greedy look in their eyes.

——

Obviously, it was a gem.

The gem could not have fallen from the sky, so naturally someone placed it here.

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......

The black-turbaned man rode his horse and galloped between heaven and earth.

He seemed to just think about it for a moment, and then he knew he was going there.

Now, for him, any money is outside of his body, including the gem that he has treasured for half his life.

If that stone is bought, it will feed those people for an unknown amount of time.

He is like the wind, blowing dust on the earth.

He is not a simple person.

How could he be so simple to survive last night's situation?

The Fengwei camp was besieged by the Eleventh Road Domain King, and Yin Shanhe gave up the most suitable opportunity to break through, he may not be alive.

But he just didn't die.

For he had stripped off the clothes of a dead barbarian, and lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

He waited for the barbarians to come and collect the corpses, and then took off his uniform, and he became an ordinary person.

He is not afraid of death, but he cannot die.

Because it was Yin Shanhe's order.

He knew very well that if Yin Shanhe chose to break through instead of merging with the Eleventh Road Domain, then Ma Weiguan might still be unsafe.

So, he's going to carry out that order now.

As soon as he thought of this, his exposed eyes lit up a little.

——

He's going to Grass Mountain.

Mancao Mountain is the place where grain and grass are supplied to the Fengwei camp.

Yin Hongdie was sent there by Yin Shanhe.

......

......

From here to Mancao Mountain, it is said that it is not far away, but it is not close to it.

He was in a hurry, seemingly having forgotten everything.

I don't know when, a team suddenly appeared in front of me.

Startled, he straightened up and slowed down his horse.

He looked closely, and then realized that the original team was not from any of the vassal kings.

Their ranks consisted of only a few hundred people, and their costumes looked messy, but they were very neat.

It looked like a small group of bandits.

But can these hundreds of bandits be called small?

He didn't know.

It wasn't until he got a little closer that he realized that maybe these people were also there for the equipment on the battlefield.

He turned his horse's head, wanting to stay away from those people and avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

But the world is like this, the more you are afraid of something, and things are coming to you.

......

The leader of that team was a woman.

Her original appearance should be extremely handsome, and her appearance like her, no matter where she is placed, should be an existence that can cause a sensation.

If it is placed in the Qinglou, it must be a famous corner.

But what did not match her face was the armor on her body and the knife in her hand.

She wasn't supposed to be on this battlefield.

But for some reason, she had to pick up a knife, put on armor and get on a horse.

The armor was clearly not hers, it was a little big, but it was just right.

The knife is the right knife for her.

But compared to all this, the most obvious thing is her hair.

She was supposed to have an extremely beautiful bun with extremely beautiful jewelry on it.

But she didn't.

The autumn wind blew on her face.

Her short hair fluttered.

The new hair is obvious.

——

This is the newly cut hair.

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