On the big screen of Xuanjing, the parade is underway.

"Imperial hero Lin Beichen is invincible. ”

"Bear the burden of humiliation, strange man. ”

"Justify the name of the beautiful man Lin Beichen. ”

"You have to know who is protecting us......"

"Beihai Tianjiao, who has protected tens of millions of people, is a real genius!"

"Lin Beichen, the idol of Beihai Academy. ”

"Let's listen to what the compatriots of Chaohui City describe Lin Beichen's ......"

"Beichen pill, Beichen pill. ”

There are thousands of strange slogans, wave after wave,.

Every young face is full of excitement.

The students held hands, shoulder to shoulder, like soldiers on the battlefield, and as if a torrent of cathartic passion, rushing through the main road of the capital!

"The most beautiful man in Beihai is Lin Beichen. ”

"The goddess favored by the goddess from Cloud Dream City. ”

"I would like to call Lin Beichen the strongest in Beihai. ”

Especially a guy with a silver mask, he calls the hardest, the slogan is also very tricky and strange, and the voice is very loud, so that he has won a lot of live broadcast shots.

Tea room.

Wei Mingfeng, Huang Shiyu and others all had banter and cruel smiles on their faces.

The curtain of any era must be unveiled through blood after all.

The North Sea Empire has been silent for so many years, and now it is finally about to begin to bleed.

It's like a celestial dragon that is too old to fly, lying on the ground for too long and losing its due deterrent.

Finally, one day, when the beasts on the ground were no longer afraid of it, they no longer surrendered as before, and began to show their fangs and rush to tear its body, wanting to devour the dragon's blood and dragon flesh......

A new era is about to begin.

In the baptism of blood and bones, a new king will be born.

And everyone in the tea room felt that they were the right person who was favored by the big era.

They are waiting for the first drop of blood to begin flowing.

On the big screen of Xuanjing.

The procession marched forward to Mudfoot Street.

Nizu Street is thousands of meters long, there are stone buildings towering on the left and right, it was originally the camp of one of the 66 guards in the capital, and later the guard was transferred, this area was abandoned, and a residential area was developed on the site of the original military barracks......

"Hehe, noon has arrived. ”

Wei Mingfeng's face showed a cruel smile.

Through the big screen of Xuanjing that was being broadcast live, he stared at Yuan Wenjun and the others who were walking in the front, as if he had seen the wonderful picture of blood spurting out of these people's necks like a fountain in the next moment.

"Ten, Nine, Eight......"

Huang Shiyu smiled.

He is like a dancing god of death, making the final countdown to a cruel harvest of life.

Everyone else also put down their teacups and held their breath, waiting for the bloody curtain of the new era to slowly open.

Xuanjing on the big screen.

The crowd of marchers passed through the streets of Mudfoot one by one.

The smile on Wei Mingfeng's face gradually solidified.

The original cruel look turned into a sharp stunned look in the eyes under the knife eyebrows.

"Three, two, one...... One...... One...... One?"

In the end, Huang Shiyu, who didn't wait for the picture of studying abroad, read the word 'one' more than a dozen times, and finally the whole person was stupid: "What's going on?"

He looked at the timer beside him.

That's right.

The appointed time has passed.

Why didn't the expected killing come?

Nie Shanyan, Qin Yumin and others also sensed that something was wrong.

Mud Foot Street is the first place to get hands-on.

The target was the leaders of the student movement at the front of the crowd.

The plan is very simple, even if you can't kill all of them, as long as you kill a few of them, only bloodshed and death will be enough to arouse the anger of these more than 40,000 students and make things bigger.

And yet now?

The procession passed through Mudfoot Street without incident.

Everything was uneventful.

Huang Shiyu's face was gloomy.

He got up and said, "I'll take a look." ”

Out of the tea room.

After about a cup of tea, Huang Shiyu returned quickly.

There was a look of horror on that fat white face.

Huang Shiyu hurriedly returned to the tea room, and under the eager gaze of all eyes, he saluted Wei Mingfeng and said, "Master Wei, the situation is not right, the people we arranged have been unplugged in advance. ”

In the tea room, there was a faint sound of gasping cold air.

They vaguely knew something about the selection of Mud Foot Street.

The ones selected are all martial arts master-level masters.

Six in total.

Among them, there is a sixth-level martial arts master who was born in the Sword Abyss and is good at assassination.

Such six martial arts masters were unexpectedly pulled out in silence?

It's scary to think about.

Everyone present had a faint feeling of something bad in their hearts.

Wei Mingfeng's eyebrows twitched, as if two long knives were chopping.

This is a signature action that is unique to him when he is thinking.

"Keep watching. ”

He said slowly.

This time, he didn't angrily smash the teacup on Huang Shiyu's forehead.

Because unlike not discovering the changes in the content of the students' parade in advance, this time the six martial arts masters were quietly pulled out, which was beyond Huang Shiyu's ability, and it was not a mistake.

The atmosphere in the tea room began to become eerie.

There were still talking and laughing before, imagining the future of the Wei family officials, and the drums quietly beat in their hearts.

Many times, the situation is out of control and often starts with a small thing.

On the big screen of Xuanjing, the parade continues.

Along the way, I passed several predetermined killing sites in succession, but nothing happened.

In the tea room, everyone's expressions became more and more solemn.

By the end, the eyes of several people had become twinkling.

Something went wrong.

Something big is wrong.

If there is an accident at a killing point, or it is guarded by the opponents in the dark, it is reasonable, but dozens of killing points have been cracked silently without exception, and no news has come in advance, which is ......

It's definitely a heavyweight opponent, and it's gone.

Wei Mingfeng's eyebrows are moving more and more frequently.

He reached out and rubbed his brow.

Only he himself knew that in the procession, he also secretly planted dozens of spies, all of whom were ready to explode and slash, and the result was ...... It's also quiet.

What kind of person can do this?

"Scattered. ”

Wei Mingfeng waved his hand.

When something really goes wrong, he's the calmest one.

They arose, saluted him, and prepared to take their leave.

That's when —

Knock knock.

The knock on the door rang again.

Huang Shiyu frowned and went over to open the door.

To his great surprise, it was not the chief butler Huang Zhong standing outside the door.

It was a white and clean fat man with clear eyebrows, dressed in white, holding a chicken leg in his hand, and was gnawing wildly.

Next to the white fat man, there are two beautiful girls who can be called stunning.

One of them was rolling up his sleeves, with an extremely violent expression, not only did not detract points, but added the ultimate charm to her beautiful and beautiful white goose egg face.

Another beautiful girl whose appearance is not inferior to that of the sleeves is not inferior, there is a touch of softness between the eyebrows, and the beautiful girl who is pulling up her sleeves seems to be persuading something.

"Who are you?"

Huang Shiyu frowned and asked.

What's the matter with Lao Huang Zhong, he actually entered the mansion irrelevantly?

Huang Zhong did not appear.

On the contrary, it was the little fat man who ate chicken legs, raised his head and smiled, snorted the chicken leg bones, and said: "Lord Huang, don't misunderstand, don't scream, don't be nervous, we are not here to rub rice, nor are we here to make trouble, we are here to ......"

Saying this, the little fat man paused slightly, threw the clean chicken leg bones on the ground, wiped his hands again, and then said word by word: "We are here to kill." ”