The old man didn't do what Cao Long thought, but laughed a few times and coughed a few times, and didn't mean to embarrass Cao Long. Cao Long was stunned at the door of the house, the beads of sweat on his forehead kept flowing, until his back was already soaked and a cool breeze hit, he realized that the old man had gone away.

Go to bed early!

Cao Long closed the door slowly, yes, no matter what happened, it was as if he didn't see anything, if that old man was really a great witch-level strength, he really killed Cao Xiaozhi - that would be very good.

Cao Xiaozhi's room, which was originally dark, suddenly turned on the light, and he already felt that powerful force was approaching him. He calmly dressed, sat down on a chair in the room, his hand on a teapot on the table next to the chair, his palm flashing red, and in a few moments the tea on the table steamed. He is the natural force of the fire attribute, and the Fanchen Taixuan Realm is not yet a great witch, but he can already trample eighty percent of the wizards under his feet. But Cao Xiaozhi's most powerful thing is not how powerful his witchcraft is, but his military talent.

Thirty years ago, when he was only a teenager, he was a garrison of the Dhara royal family, and it was said that it was a garrison, but in fact there was no difference between the gatekeepers. He grew up poor and thought that one day he would get ahead, so he voluntarily transferred to the counterinsurgency army during a crackdown on local rebels. In that battle, at the cost of a crushing victory, 100,000 rebels were quelled, and in the end less than 100 people were alive. When he crawled out of the pile of dead and returned to the army, the military bigwigs of the Dhara country were celebrating their achievements.

He really wanted to kill them, he really thought, why did they have to go to the front line to kill the enemy, but these commanders can sit in the back and decide the life and death of tens of thousands of people with their mouths, and in the end the credit is theirs.

Why!

Just because they're nobles?

No, they don't deserve it.

At that moment, Cao Xiaozhi has been relying on his own ability, repeatedly making military exploits, being in danger again and again, crawling out of the pile of dead people again and again, and finally being crowned a four-rank general. coincided with the struggle for power and profit of the Dhara royal family, and he brought his henchmen to this Huaicheng, recruited troops, and finally conquered Huaicheng. And he, Yiyue became the strongest force in the country of Dhara, but he stopped expanding outward, because more than ten years ago, before he came to Huaicheng, he heard something that made him crazy, which is why he must do everything possible to conquer Huaicheng.

He had to make sure that Huaicheng was in his hands, what was Huaicheng compared to that kind of thing?

Immortal, invincible in the world, who doesn't want to have?

At this time, the door opened, and the three strong men walked in as if they were entering their own homes, put the boxes they were carrying in front of Cao Xiaozhi, and opened all the boxes, full of gold, silver and jewelry, even in this dim light, there was a dazzling refraction of light.

And the remaining four strong men actually broke down the wall next to the door, carried the old man in with the wooden plank he was sitting on, and stood in front of Cao Xiaozhi. The old man was high up, looked down at Cao Xiaozhi, and said with a slight smile: "City Lord Cao, I'm sorry." ”

"Ah, don't bother, I don't know if Your Excellency came to the cold house in the middle of the night, is there anything important?" Cao Xiaozhi pretended to be calm, but the old man deliberately released his majesty, even if Cao Xiao pretended to be calm and calm, he was in a cold sweat. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, his hands trembled slightly, and he glanced at it casually, the seven strong men in front of him, his face was pale, his seven orifices were bleeding, his pupils turned back, and he could only see the whites of his eyes, and they were all dead people, "Manman on a cold night, why don't you drink a cup of hot tea?"

The old man hurriedly waved his hand and coughed a few times from time to time: "No, no, my old man is old, and drinking tea in the middle of the night is not good for the stomach." I also know that it is presumptuous to disturb the city lord in the middle of the night, but ah, you see that I am a bad old man, and my legs and feet are inconvenient, this person is old, he doesn't like to be lively, he likes to be clean. ”

"It doesn't matter. Cao Xiaozhi, who has always been majestic and domineering, can only lower his shelf in front of this old man, strong, too strong, this old man has no intention of hiding his breath at all, but releases his strength as a great witch of the Sun and Moon Realm. It made Cao Xiao's teeth itch with hatred, and he had to be respectful, "I just can't sleep, get up and drink some water." ”

"Ahem. The old man covered his mouth and coughed and wheezed for a while before he said leisurely: "I have heard of the way the city lord uses soldiers, and I have heard about the way the city lord uses soldiers, and I will punish the god when he is employing people, if the city lord is under the command of the old man, the treatment is a trivial matter, I don't know what the city idea is?"

Cao Xiaozhi frowned, just hesitated for a moment, smiled slightly, and said: "The Zhushen Society has never involved officialdom, only asks about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, this Dhara country has been at war for decades, and even the power of the temple does not interfere. What's more, Cao is just a mere city lord, and when it comes to leading troops to fight, Cao is a rough man, and he only uses brute force. ”

The old man seemed to have known that Cao Xiaozhi would refuse, but he didn't embarrass him, but said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, the city lord Cao is too modest, he bothered late at night, and he took the liberty to leave." ”

Although the old man looked full of smiles on his face, the killing intent had been undisguised in his eyes, and both sides had reasons to endure it, so they were flattering on the surface, but in their hearts they wanted to dismantle each other. Although the old man's realm is two realms higher than Cao Xiaozhi's, this is Cao Xiaozhi's territory after all, and he tears his face rashly, who can guarantee that Cao Xiaozhi has no backhand?

As one of the seven holy generals of the Divine Society, the old man is naturally also cunning, as the saying goes, people are old spirits and ghosts, not to mention that Cao Xiaozhi is still a wizard at the peak of Fanchen Taixu, even if he is an ordinary person, in front of an old general with great achievements, it is difficult to guarantee that he can do whatever he wants. Although the realm can crush everything, only those who have really experienced many life and death know that to kill a person, realm crushing is only one of many means - the most direct and fastest way.

How many wizards who have been famous for many years have been killed by ordinary people who are powerless.

Cao Xiao looked straight at the broken wall, his heart was full of anger, he walked leisurely to his bed, lifted the bed, there was a secret passage under the bed, Cao Xiao jumped down the dark passage, and walked straight down.

"Zhu Shen Hui, hmph, in this Huai City, who does my Cao want someone to die, even if the God of Nature comes, it is useless. Of course, Cao Xiaozhi's resentment can't be swallowed, the style of the Zhushen Society has always been perverse, and he doesn't even pay attention to the temple, so how can he take a mere city lord seriously. But they were wrong, Cao Xiao was able to sit in the position of the city lord of Huaicheng from a small soldier who was commanded by others, and his ability should not be underestimated.

There is only one master in Huaicheng, and that is Cao Xiaozhi.

He walked into the dark room, twisted a circular bracket on the wall, and showed a terrible smile on his face: "Zhu Shenhui, hum, it's just a group of rabble, do you really think that my city lord's mansion is just a decoration? ”

The old man was carried by several strong men, and as soon as he passed through the garden, he felt a shock to the ground, and there was no movement after that. Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the old man's forehead, he looked around, and flicked his hand lightly, this place should not stay for a long time, and he needed to control this group of "walking dead" to leave the city lord's mansion quickly.

Just when a few strong men just took a step, a hated black stick appeared on the ground, densely packed, nailing several strong men to the ground, no matter how the old man pulled, the strong man did not move.

Suddenly, the ground trembled again, and the soil within a radius of 100 meters collapsed in an instant.