Sitting by the window with no interest, looking out of the window with blank eyes, his face full of loneliness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ming Pei and Liang Feiying didn't dare to speak, Ma Feixiong was still immersed in the moment just now, Liu Zihong flew down from the three-story attic, fluttered on the shoulders of several people, and landed on the ground after a few steps.

It's not just as light as a swallow, even if he is now a martial artist of the Seven Mansions of the Wind and Fire Dual Sect, he can't do this, of course, there are other people who notice this, looking at Liu Zihong's eyes thoughtfully.

Time passed quickly, and when it was time to eat at noon, Liu Zihong barely suppressed it, his heart was full of loss, and he barely smiled on his face.

"I'm fine, but I'm worrying everyone, I'm sorry!"

"Zihong, who are you looking for?" Ma Feixiong asked with concern, if he was looking for someone, he might be able to help.

"Hmm!" Liu Zihong didn't hide it, nodded and admitted it.

After asking a few words carefully, not only Ma Feixiong, but even Ming Pei and Liang Feiying also felt that there was no hope of finding someone, except that they knew that it was a woman and was very cold, there was no other information, as for saying that they like to wear white clothes, the entire Zhao Kingdom and even the Dongzhou Continent, if you ask ten people, nine people will answer like this.

"Brother Zihong, as long as you are fated, you will definitely meet!" Ming Pei kindly comforted Liu Zihong, the expression on her face was obvious, indicating that she didn't believe this sentence herself.

There was no drinking, there were other similar juices, and the two girls feasted on it, after all, Fubo Lou is not an ordinary person who can come, and this unique drink is difficult to drink outside.

Outside the window, there was the sound of war horses running, and the city guards shouting loudly, presumably the soldiers who participated in the battle of Desperate Pass were about to return.

Liu Zihong cheered up, stood on the railing and closed it, and looked into the distance, the broken battle flag had appeared in front of him, and the noisy voices of people on the street slowly subsided.

Prime Minister Zhao Guozuo appeared on the street, with a large group of civil and military officials behind him, riding war horses and wearing war armor, rushing towards the place where the battle flag was, and was ordered to welcome the victorious return of the soldiers.

The battle report has already returned, Ma Feixiong said some key content to Liu Zihong, Si Kouzhen led more than 30,000 soldiers to the north half a year ago, and only more than 20,000 can pass or come back, excluding the soldiers who are too injured and no longer have combat effectiveness, it is estimated that the soldiers who can fight are only more than 10,000 points, and the loss is more than 20,000.

As for the thirty-six generals who were brought along, only thirteen of them were able to come back alive, seventeen were killed in battle, and six of them became invalids because they were destroyed, and no one knew where they went?

Even Si Kouzhen himself was wounded when he was fighting with the demon master, and he didn't get better until now.

For these contents, Liu Zihong has a premonition in his heart that there will always be deaths and injuries in battles, even in his previous life, the largest political party in the world, lost millions of party members before and after at the critical juncture of the national disaster, which is a miracle in the world.

The vicissitudes of life and desolation of the horn sounded, spreading throughout the entire Silver Star City, and people stopped their movements one after another, staring at the sky outside the window, and the souls of those soldiers buried in the frontier returned.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, it didn't sound so neat, everyone upstairs in Fubo was already standing at the window and looking out, and the other buildings nearby were also full of people.

The first to appear was not the Prime Minister Zuo and the civil and military officials who greeted them, but dozens of soldiers who still had blood stains on their bodies, some of whom were missing arms, some of whom had lost their palms, and some of whom were tied to horses.

Dozens of broken battle flags were on their backs, and even at this time, their hands were on the single knife on their waists, and the smell of blood from their own people or enemies seemed to come from the flags.

They were still followed by ragged and shattered soldiers, and perhaps a few generals, but so far, no one recognized them.

It is not at all a mighty army that people imagine to return victorious, but rather like a defeated army that has been defeated and fled back.

The fierce momentum that spontaneously spread, and the murderous aura that has just been withdrawn from the border pass and has not yet dissipated, makes many people uncomfortable, this is the real soldier of a hundred battles.

Many people in the restaurant sat down, probably losing interest in what was going to happen, and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Originally, according to the requirements of the officials, they should have put on new armor, and then let the intact elite soldiers come to be reviewed, but Lord Si Kouzhen disagreed, and in the end the others could only agree!" Ma Feixiong explained to Liu Zihong on the side, why it is the way it is now.

"Are there any more elite soldiers than them!" Under normal circumstances, Liu Zihong probably smiled and passed, but today he was in a bad mood, so he opened his mouth to refute.

"Such an embarrassed soldier, dare to say that it is an elite division, it is really ridiculous!" Someone behind him happened to hear Liu Zihong speak, looked back a few times, and found that he didn't recognize it, so he opened his mouth to sarcastically.

"If it weren't for them, as well as those dead warriors, the demons would go south, maybe the sharp teeth and claws would come to you!" Liu Zihong turned his head, stared straight at the boy, and said seriously.

A loud noise erupted outside the window, and slightly better soldiers finally appeared, each carrying several gourds on their chests, and Ma Feixiong told Liu Zihong that there were ashes of fallen soldiers in it.

There is only half of the handsome flag left, and the flagpole is stained with blood, and below is a middle-aged man with a serious face, with a white cloth wrapped around his chest, which has been dyed black and red with bloodstains, and his face is pale and looks a little weak.

"This is Lord Si Kouzhen, after returning from victory this time, most of them will be crowned!" Ma Feixiong said with some envy.

"Maybe that's not what he wants!" Liu Zihong said in a low voice, but he was covered by the huge sound in front of him, but it was the young boy behind him who looked deeply at the back in front of him.

"Gentlemen, fight to the death!" Shi Shattering, hoarse voices, came out of the mouths of the soldiers in front of them who carried battle flags, like a Rock Breaker, thunder and sting.

Tens of thousands of soldiers pulled out their waist knives in unison and pointed to the sky: "Kill, kill, kill!"

The murderous aura that had been condensed for several months had accumulated in my heart, and finally broke out at this moment, and in an instant, the wind rose, the flag hunted, and the wind and clouds changed.

There was only one voice left in the whole world, and several young men and women in the restaurant stood unsteadily, and sat on the ground, while the rest of the people also turned pale, and their hands holding on to the railing burst with green tendons.

Closing his eyes slightly, he completely integrated himself into this momentum, and in a trance, he felt as if he had been in the midst of a slaughtering and tragic battlefield, standing between the bones of his robe, and he was the only one left.

The third style of Tang poetry swordsmanship appeared in Liu Zihong's mind like this, the artistic conception was suddenly generated, and the fierce momentum on his body gushed out, Ma Feixiong's face was shocked, but there was no action.

The two girls, Ming Pei and Liang Feiying, were shocked by the murderous aura outside, and they staggered back a few steps at the moment, and if they hadn't been held up, they would have almost fallen to the ground.

Except for a few people, all of them disappeared within a radius of five meters, and even more were shocked to the ground, trembling and unable to get up, except for the boy, there was a young man behind him, who walked forward half a step steadily, blocking in front of him.

After a while, the momentum was exhausted, Liu Zihong opened his eyes, the army in front of him was still marching, and the earth-shattering murderous aura was still being released, you could think of what a hard war they had experienced.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass," Liu Zihong muttered in a low voice as he looked at the table full of delicacies in front of him.

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge it immediately. The second sentence came out leisurely, and it came naturally, and everyone's eyes fell on him, but Liu Zihong was unaware.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. The last two sentences are the sword tricks of the third style of Tang poetry's swordsmanship.

Everyone at the scene was silent, looked at Liu Zihong, and then looked at the soldiers outside the window who were untidy and killed.