In the silence of the night, there is an air that is stale to the extreme. ,!

This night, the Tang Dynasty was still shrouded in the autumn wind where every old paulownia leaf was decaying, and there were still too many people who couldn't sleep all night and were in a very tense and nervous mood.

However, in Daye's West Street Pavilion, Lin Weichu is not as restless as others, as Yin Cheng of the Pavilion, what he needs most at this time is to be calm and calm. Outside the house, the autumn breeze blows on the ground, as if someone is holding a broom and rubbing the thousand-year-old mausoleum, setting off the breath of Mongolian dirt and dust.

It is not easy to calm down in such a night, especially Lin Weichu experienced the Great Patriotic War, he was injured on the battlefield and moved his bones, and when he calmed down, his right arm would tremble slightly. After coming down from the battlefield and taking off his military uniform and changing into his official uniform, whenever he couldn't calm down, he would write.

When he lifted the pen of Chapter 121, his trembling arms were surprisingly steady as the wolf's hair dipped in black ink roamed the paper. The chest that was originally difficult to calm down will slowly calm down at this time.

He was writing tonight, so even on this suffocating night, his mood was still calm.

But he felt something unusual. This night was too quiet, just like his mood at this time.

There is no sound of the six aunts pounding clothes next to the ancient well under the soaphorn tree in the east eaves corner of the hotel, and there is no snoring from the cook Lao Zhang in the west room. There is no longer the sound of the clash of weapons worn by military attachés outside the museum from time to time. There are even no birds under the trees of the resting pavilion and cats climbing on the roof. Even the sudden exclamation stopped abruptly.

Lin Weichu's arm began to tremble again, but he was still writing. He knew that someone might be outside, but he never imagined that this was really happening. The people outside the house really came like this.

The door suddenly had some kind of deformation, like a bamboo strip bending inward, and the two doors suddenly cracked, and the bolts bounced inward, and then drooped to the sides. In the Daye Pavilion, it was like a thunderbolt.

All the bookshelves and plants in the house were as dilapidated as if the wind had threatened Chapter 121.

In an instant, only Lin Weichu was left in the room, as well as the table and chair he was sitting on.

His hand trembled as he lifted his pen and wrote, for through the shattered door, he could already see the man standing in the foyer of the hotel.

It doesn't even need to be by moonlight, because the person himself is glowing.

He had looked up at this person's appearance from afar, but he didn't expect that in the hotel, he saw this person coming. But it was not glory, but a dark and desperate atmosphere.

The holy envoy of Sidha, Camus, was standing in the pavilion at this time. His countenance was covered with a faint halo, and the aura that floated out had an aura of supreme majesty, as if the silence above the Nine Heavens would shatter at the slightest touch.

He was the holy envoy of Gamu, and he once came to a place where he could attract the admiration of all people. However, he may also appear on such a night, and when he appears, he is a demon god, bringing with him a barren land.

Seeing the blood light everywhere in the hotel, Lin Weichu finally understood what was going on and why it was so quiet this night.

Of course, the sixth aunt next to the ancient well couldn't pound rice anymore, because her slightly chubby body had now collapsed on the wall, and there was a large pool of blood stains on the wall that resembled broken watermelons. There was no snoring of the cook in the west room, and the military attachés outside the door were like vegetable leaves and grass stalks under a storm, hanging in the corners of the walls and treetops, their bodies hanging without signs of life, showing the dignity of being trampled on after death.

It seems that in an instant, the Daye Hotel, which has not changed for ten years and is not lively but very popular, has died like this.

Seeing that man, an existence that no longer belonged to their level, Lin Weichu's body was in fear, and every inch of muscle seemed to tremble.

He looked at the golden light of the Star Pavilion in the distance, and then said to Camus, "I thought the Holy Envoy would be there at this moment. Everybody thinks you're there. But I didn't expect that you, with such an identity, would actually come here today. And as soon as it comes, it will be able to do such a bloody thing. ”

Gamu's face shrouded in light was not happy, but behind his back was as relaxed as chatting with someone, "It is precisely because everyone didn't expect me to appear here, so when they see the final result, the expression on their faces will probably be wonderful." ”

The coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow in these words made Lin Weichu, the only living person, feel a sour chill in his vest.

"I don't understand. He shook his head, "Judging by your current situation, you should have achieved great magic, so the Holy Envoy should be confident about tomorrow's decisive battle." But why bother to do such a thing at this moment? Lin Weichu looked at the people who fell down outside the door, and he felt that his heart was instantly filled with indescribable grief, as well as a kind of powerlessness and helplessness in the face of great power. In front of a powerful person like Camus now, what is the difference between those corpses outside the door and a few dead leaves and rotten trees.

"Tomorrow naturally has a fixed number, but just killing Yang Ze is not enough. Gamu's narrow eyes narrowed, and there was an indescribable hideousness, "The people of the small country, the waves that were originally raised by their hands could crush him, and they broke free again and again to pierce me one after another, and now they have also gone up to the Mountain of Kings and openly challenged me on the mountain."

Gamu's eyes turned bloody, "Being challenged by a diao people is like splashing dirty water on your body, who can understand this kind of insult?"

He is the envoy of the West Tuo, a majestic and mysterious existence that attracts everyone's attention. However, he was criticized by an ant-like Yang Ze, and now he has been challenged by the other party in person. In his opinion, it is equivalent to being in the world and being pulled at the same level as Yang Ze. Regardless of victory or defeat, he has been challenged, and his prestige has been discredited, which makes him how to deal with himself who has always had a psychological cleanliness habit?

"Killing Yang Ze is not enough to vent his hatred, isn't he so responsible, so he values the responsibility of the Da Ye people on his shoulders, so seeing everyone around him die because of him must be many times happier than torturing his body" Jia Miao laughed, but this smile made people's scalps cold.

"So I came here just when everyone thought I was still in the Star Pavilion. Da Ye's Queen Qingping is the princess of the empire, this is a gold medal to avoid death, so naturally I won't touch her. ”

However, others are not as lucky as her, and there are many people in this city. There's enough to make me have fun. Yang Ze's biggest mistake is that he shouldn't be so overburdened, and he should pay so much attention to you little people on the Kings Mountain, of course we can't do anything to him before the official duel. However, after this night, all the people of Da Ye, all those related to him have been purged, I doubt that anyone will dare to challenge my authority in the future. ”

Gamu's face was shrouded in golden light, but his face exuded a stinking and cruel smile, "Be afraid." There was fear on everyone's face before death here, and when the fear of so many people finally appeared on the face of Yang Ze, who knew everything, what a joy it should be. ”

Lin Weichu didn't answer him, although there were spasmodic tremors everywhere in his body, even his calves, he still didn't stop, he was still writing.

So this move caught the attention of Camus, "At this time, what are you still writing? Is it a suicide note?" ”

Lin Weichu finally stopped writing, then slowly stood up with his chair, restrained the instinctive fear of his body, and walked towards Jia Mu, dragging the newly wet rice paper in his hand.

As soon as Gamu's hand was raised, the paper came into his hand.

He looked at Lin Weichu's handwriting, his originally slightly ruthless and happy face, and his eyebrows had frowned unconsciously, "What is this?"

"It is now the Xituo Temple in the Xingshu Pavilion, in my Tang Empire, all the guest lists. ”

Jia Mu looked at the list, and finally noticed something unusual, a fierce fire arose in the depths of his eyes, and he looked at Lin Weichu coldly, "What does this mean." I really want to know that if Yang Ze is not the King Mountain now, he would have been unable to protect himself, what confidence would he have to threaten. Just rely on the dark line under the little bit of Da Ye cloth that he mastered in the Tang Dynasty?"

"Don't underestimate the temple, we have stood in the Tang Dynasty for a thousand years, far more powerful than the world imagined, Yang Ze's secret forces, including his so-called frost-breaking army and the Qishan County people who came to the Tang Dynasty early, think that they are very good at covering up, but in front of the temple, it is just a group of miscellaneous fish temples who want to wield knives, and they are not even qualified to wipe knives. ”

Lin Weichu bowed, "The third prince of Yang is now on the mountain of kings, but the Holy Envoy has forgotten the eldest prince and the second son, but he has already regained his freedom. They are not in the mountains now. ”

Da Ye broke the dark line of the Frost Army and the Heavenly Supervision Department, and it was indeed weak and weak that he couldn't set off any wind and rain in the Tang Dynasty. However, Yang Ze and his two eldest brothers are the strongest combat power on the surface.

Jia Mu was stunned and frowned, Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan were under house arrest by the Four Sages, so he actually ignored the existence of these two people for a while.

"The people who have no reverence for the Temple," he then smiled, his face proud, "Even if Rosen reappears in front of me now, I, Camus, have a fifty percent chance of winning against him." Yang Ze's two eldest brothers and second brothers who have inherited Rosen's inheritance, it seems too naïve to expect them to deal with me?"

"The Holy Envoy has misunderstood. Lin Weichu shook his head, "Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan are not trying to intercept and stop you, but to compete with you. ”

"Competition?" Gamu's eyes dilated.

"Although the Holy Envoy is going to kill whoever you want to kill, as long as the people of Daye in the Tang Dynasty, the people in the land of Daye, or anyone who is interested in Yang Ze will be damaged. And so the game began. The two sons of Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan will follow this list to kill every Xituo Keqing or disciple above. They can't stop the Holy Envoy from killing you, but the Holy Envoy can't stop them from killing either, because Situo can't know which guest will come the next moment. ”

Camus stood in place, holding the white rice paper in his hand, and the corner of the paper was instantly pulled out of countless weaves.

Today, nearly 100 Keqing in the Xingshu Pavilion intercepted Ji Ling'er, and with the strength of everyone, even if there were two more Ji Ling'er, there was no way to break through the encirclement of so many Keqing. Together, they can be a formidable army. However, separately, facing Yang Que Yang Wenyuan, who inherited Rosen's inheritance, alone. There are only a handful of people who can be defeated.

Perhaps in response to that sentence, they will kill as many people as they want.

"It's a threat to me, but don't forget that the Sita Temple is never threatened. How many of the humble hypocrites who are willing to do anything to have anything to do with my Xituo are all dead, and there is nothing to lose to us. Gamuel said coldly.

"Indeed, in the thousand-year history of the temple, there have been too many Hakka families who are not worthy of the name, bright and magnificent, secretly treacherous and plundered, do bad things, and are stained with bloody history. These people want to defend the believers in the temple, but in private they are eager to kick them out. However, after so many years of investigation, it is clear to us that there is still a small part of this list, excluding those who are dispensable, who are extremely important to the temple. These people must have died. It was also a loss that the temple was unwilling to accept. ”

Gamu's face instantly became hideous and weird, and his breath fluctuated dangerously. Lin Weichu felt like he was in a storm, but he was not afraid.

It seems that we still underestimate Daye's business in the Tang Dynasty. Even if you can grasp these, it shows that we have always underestimated the ability of Daye, a small country. ”

"A small country can sometimes burst out with a lot of energy. Lin Weichu said reluctantly, "Just like the third son of Yang, he is an extremely rare pride in my Daye for a hundred years." ”

"Then look at it, the so-called Yang Ze, who is proud of Da Ye, tomorrow I will make a ruling to him in the name of God. You will eventually accept that cruel situation. I'm looking forward to it. ”

Jia Mu turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the hotel, and when he arrived at the door, he tilted his head, and the outline of his side face was cold as if he was not human, "After tomorrow, please be prepared to die with Yang Ze in the Tang Dynasty." ”

Lin Weichu bowed, "The third prince said that tomorrow he will wash his neck and wait for the sword of the holy envoy." ”

"I suddenly don't like you talking. Although I can't kill you for the time being, I don't think there's any problem with making you suffer a little. Jia Mu suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at Lin Weichu in the air.

Poof! A mouthful of blood spurted out of Lin Weichu's mouth. And something flew out of his mouth and shattered into a foam of blood at Camus' hand. That's his tongue.

At the moment when Jia Mu disappeared outside the museum, Lin Weichu knelt on his knees, tears of grief in his eyes were dazzling, what he was suffering was not the disability of his body at the moment, but the people around him who were once close, but now they have become cold corpses, and can no longer reproduce their voices and smiles. ！！！

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