PS: The shots in the next few chapters of this one personally feel a bit messy, and I'm really embarrassed. Take a closer look, thank you.

"Is the time set?"

In the general's mansion in the city, Gao Xianzhi sat in front of the food table, he reached out and grabbed a chopstick and put the green vegetables on the plate in front of him into his mouth and asked.

"It's pouring rain at noon today."

The man sitting next to him answered, and the man sat indifferently in front of the desk in black clothes, indescribably elegant. It's a sign of respect for the host's family. On his desk was an antique long sword, and a faint fragrance filled the hall.

Long Yanxiang.

"Brother Feng doesn't have to be polite."

Gao Xianzhi raised his glass and smiled, his handsome gentleman's posture inexplicably gave birth to a bold air that made people feel good.

"At noon today, a hundred ghosts walk at night."

The man in black also raised a glass in response.

If there is a strong man among the veterans in this hall, he will definitely be able to recognize the person in front of him, the black king of the black and white organization, Feng Changqing.

As for the white of black and white, that is the white of Bai Yunfei.

Bai is not Bai Yunfei, he is just from the same family as the proud sword Bai Yunfei. Although the Bai family, who regarded Bai Baogen, the pillar of the Bai family, as an abandoned son, lost a big arm, it was also a means of protecting Mingze's life.

Compared with Bai Baogen, who is about to enter middle age and his strength has been finalized, the current head of the Bai family, Bai Yanhuang, who is known as Bai Jun, has much more potential.

It is not desirable for any family to have two combat power that is enough to affect the domestic political situation, it is better to abandon the big and protect the small, and there is an essential difference between Bai Baogen and Bai Yanhuang. He didn't have much of a good impression of the current rulers of the Bai family.

As for Bai Yunfei after Bai Baogen, this was something that the Bai family never expected. They were just forced by the pressure of Bai Baogen's vein to not do things too desperately, but it was almost the same.

Send a 16-year-old boy to that legendary prison. In the eyes of some, he was basically a dead man.

"Cough, cough, cough......"

After a cup, Gao Xianzhi coughed twice.

"How about you sacrifice the Corpse King with your essence blood?"

"Make it like an arm."

The pale-faced man in the chair nodded, chuckling back. The two mustaches on his lips did not affect his image much, but made him look more mature, which made people involuntarily add a little more to their hearts.

As soon as the conversation box opened, it was like I couldn't hold it back.

"In vain, the group of local chickens and dogs in Tubo think that they poisoned my soldiers with corpses and destroyed my war horses. Do you know that we will do the calculations? ”

"Huh."

Feng Changqing smiled lightly to show his agreement.

He glanced at the man's hand holding the cup, and he shook slightly, very light, but it was still very obvious in the eyes of those who cared.

He is familiar with the history of the Tang Dynasty, and in some respects, it is precisely because of his familiarity with history that he can sit in the position of deputy protector of Anxi. As one of the few travelers at the top of the Traveler's Pyramid, it is inevitable that he will leave some traces of his experiences in some of the inner worlds he has experienced.

This is also one of the logistics supply depots or back-ups.

In some people's words, this is his home turf.

In this battle, according to the original trajectory, Gao Xianzhi defeated Tubo.

Judging from the fact that he has asked his soldiers except Li Siye's personal guards to eat the grain and grass with corpse poison, the four words Ci Bu is in charge of the soldiers are vividly displayed in him, a general.

Winning more with less in an almost gambling way is itself one of the necessary factors for a celebrity to become famous.

"Come on, thousands of corpse soldiers, waving flags in the sky. Cough, cough, cough. ”

After drinking a cup, Gao Xianzhi took a bite of green vegetables and said proudly. Although he is a gentleman, he is not a man who pays attention to not smiling.

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Dark.

Zhao Qian didn't like the place he was living in anyway. After getting up, he carefully examined his body, except for the loss of the Western sword, he did not lose anything, and the gloves were still on his hands. It's in good condition, you don't have to eat the chocolate in the ticket.

He looked around at a high platform that was pitch black on all sides.

The platform is very high, and if you look down, you will see a black patch underneath.

Corpse.

Yes, around the platform are thousands of zombies in neatly dressed armor and standing still.

The platform was very large, and he looked to his side, except for a person lying down, and an object in the middle of the platform stood out in this environment.

A coffin.

A coffin with a bright white body. As if to prevent the coffin from fading, the outside of the coffin is specially wrapped with a layer of transparent pulp that smells faint.

Zhao Xiang took a few steps forward, standing in front of the man, but he didn't dare to move forward.

Instinctively, it was as if a voice in his heart was telling him not to touch the contents of the coffin.

Terrible, rich death.

By the light that came through some slit overhead, he could see the man beneath his feet.

A bumpy figure, as well as a delicate face. Whitewater.

The current situation is, in a sense, more like a desperate situation. Unless you can fly out.

But he believed that the guy who could get him there must be some other means.

There was a murmur in his ears, and he looked at the figure at his feet in the darkness as if he was gradually waking up, and he took a few steps back, for fear of causing some unnecessary misunderstanding.

Besides, he may not be able to beat the person in front of him.

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In the General's Palace.

The incense was still burning, and Feng Changqing added a piece of meat to his mouth, which was the only piece of mutton in this city.

Now, in his mouth.

The real owner of the city next to his dining table saw something heartbreaking.

The heartache should also be Li Siye's right, but he is now guarding the city, leading the only few hundred living people in the city. Indeed, he did not have the right to appear at this feast, even if he was so humble.

"By the way, who is the person Brother Feng put next to the coffin of the Corpse King?"

"Scared?"

Feng Changqing stopped his cup and put his chopsticks down, his expression was more flat than Gao Xianzhi's composure. There is quite a smell of Mount Tai collapsing in front of it and not changing color.

Seeing that Gao Xianzhi looked at him and didn't speak, he continued.

"She's a war book."

"Who?"

"A man who deserves to die."

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I'm sorry, thank you now.

Recently, I've been a little brain-burning, and I've always forgotten things.