Without knowing it, Zimo walked through almost all corners of the middle courtyard.

Although the specific number of people has not been counted, Zimo still calculated that there are probably nearly 3,000 people in this courtyard. Zimo could probably analyze some of the things by listening to Ahri's language and looking at their expressions.

It seems that these people here are all going to attack one place, and of course Zimo doesn't know what the specific place is.

And many squads in the potential Gaoyang King Capital have also entered a state of standby, and the final goal of action is to wait for these waiting scouts in the courtyard to make a final notice.

This means that there are still many people, many powerful assassination teams out there, on standby everywhere.

In the end, it's time, and the headquarters here will give these wolf scouts on standby in the middle court the last targets to attack, and let them pass on the most secretive and up-to-date orders.

No wonder I came in for a long time, but I didn't find a shadow killer, it turned out that the strong ones were not here.

The main killer of the Blue Wolf Country, the assassin is not here, not in this important stronghold, so what do they want to do?

What's the big secret?

Zimo always felt like he wanted something to suppress, which was very unpleasant, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Zimo finally wandered to the atrium of the middle courtyard, wanting to enter the inner courtyard through the passage of the atrium of the middle courtyard to take a look.

Zimo wanted to use the light to see what kind of state the inner courtyard was in now.

However, Zimo found that there were eighteen big men standing in the passage, these big men had a long breath, a thick body, and they were masters of tactics at a glance.

Eighteen big men stood motionless in the passage, just using their breath to isolate the impulse of the thousands of killers in the middle courtyard to enter the inner courtyard, Zimo looked at it slightly, and he really felt a little unable to roar.

A figure occasionally flashed in the inner courtyard, all of which were of that kind of unusually murderous aura, and a coercion rolled in.

The people residing in the inner courtyard and the middle courtyard are completely different, just by that fleeting aura of coercion, Zimo feels a different world.

It is clearly a place where the leaders are concentrated, and any master over there can crush a large area of the middle courtyard.

Grandma's legs!

is so distinct, it seems that the treatment of those who have the strength and those who do not have the strength to treat and enjoy is completely different.

There are obviously fewer people and more rooms, so it feels much more comfortable even to be on standby.

Here, there are piles of people, even when they go to the toilet, they almost have to open the toilet, and here they have come in from Zimo for a long time, and no one has even seen a drop of water to send it.

Zimo sat silently on the side steps of the doorway, leaning against the door frame, and began to beat a drum in his heart.

I saw a few people who wanted to go out, or wanted to buy something on the street, but they were all blocked by the guards, and one of them was intimidated by the guards' knives.

Zimo directly dispelled the concept of going out.

In the inner courtyard, Zimo was sitting here, only a few steps away, but Zimo didn't even have the idea of wanting to enter, being in the wolf's den, a great sense of fear surged into Zimo's heart, saying that he was not afraid, it was absolutely fake.

If the identity is slightly exposed, it is certain death.

Entering, not entering, exiting, not leaving, Zimo felt that he was in a dilemma, the feeling of novelty and pride just now disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't find it back to himself.

Zimo wasn't sleepy at all, but it wasn't a good thing to wander around the courtyard like this, so Zimo decided to sit here.

Zimo sat on the steps of the lobby leading from the middle courtyard to the inner courtyard, which was a very eye-catching place, but whenever there was a little movement in the inner courtyard, it would inevitably become a place of great attention.

The reason why Zimo chose to sit on the steps here is to be able to look at the scene in the inner courtyard from time to time.

Second, it is precisely because this is the focus of attention, and the place where I sit has become a corner of vision.

The people who can attract the attention of all eyes are the focus, and the people around him have become real shadows, and no one can remember his face afterwards, let alone suspect that he is a spy.

Instead, sitting in a hidden corner of the middle courtyard, Zimo felt like he was being discovered at any time.

Zimo closed his eyes, began to relax, began to recuperate, and waited for changes.

Of course, Zimo didn't dare to use his divine thoughts to explore the inner courtyard, in case someone caught a wisp of divine thoughts, and found that he was .......

Hey, it's better to have more than less!

This is the first thing Zimo denied after squinting.

Stealing the defense map of the General's Mansion seems to be a joke, no wonder the wolf scout Yin gave up the idea of survival directly after knowing that he was going to enter here.

Zimo, who squinted, listened to the sound of @¥¥#%%¥¥% everywhere and suddenly had an idea, anyway, being idle is idle, I might as well follow the cat and the tiger to calculate one sentence, maybe I can also translate the meaning of Gao Yangguo.

So Zimo squinted his eyes and pricked up his ears to listen to the words of these big men of the blue wolf country.

%%￥%￥#%￥￥%&*%%￥

￥%#%￥##￥%...... ￥￥￥#￥###

It's too hard to remember, Zimo doesn't care about it, it's okay, after I care, I suddenly feel big, this is like a dog's bite fight-like dialogue, it's really hard to remember, a wow wow wow sound, so annoying!

Zimo was annoyed for a while, but he really had nothing to do, and the masochism in his heart rose again, and he began to mobilize himself to learn this dog-like language again.

#￥% ？

#¥%?This sentence is the most, this sentence #¥% They say the most, almost everyone has said it a few times, let me see their expressions when they say this sentence #¥%, and the situation behind it.

Zimo leaned against the threshold, squinting his eyes, revealing a thin slit, to pay attention to the man who said the most #¥%.

A minute passed,

Three minutes passed,

Five minutes passed,

Half an hour has passed,

Zimo was fascinated, squinting at the man and his companions.

Spoken language! It seems to be the language of your mother or something, and there are seven or eight commonly used words that Zimo memorizes.

After staring at this, staring at that, but whenever someone speaks, Zimo will pay attention to the mouth and facial expression of the person who speaks.

The day passed slowly like this, and when the sunset covered the entire courtyard, Zimo came back to his senses and glanced at the entire courtyard.

There are more and more people in the middle courtyard, and there are still people coming in intermittently, but no one can go out, Zimo is used to it, and sits there silently.

Here, now in the emptiest place, you can even stretch your arms and legs, and lie flat on the steps.

In the middle courtyard, people are already dense like a meeting, and it is not easy to find a place to lie down.

The crowd was crowded, there was no food, no drink, and there was a long standby time, so in the crowd, some people began to complain and shout what to eat, as if it were!

Zimo could feel it, but he wasn't sure.

But Zimo himself thought, yes, since he came in, he didn't drink a drop of water, not to mention the food, this manager is definitely not enough brains, let them work hard, and don't give them food to prepare, so many people stay here and don't care about anything, no wonder some people start to make noise.