"What now?"

Lin Xueyin's question did not make Bai Chen answer.

At this time, Bai Chen didn't expect things to develop like this, and frowned tightly at the people who were in turmoil outside the city.

"In this scene, is the desolate master still going to be a turtle with a shrunken head?"

The adjutant general who had mocked Bai Chen before walked over and looked at the people outside the fence in the army, and the smile on his face was not concealed at all.

"If you don't have this strength, what is the role of coming to the Southern Wilderness? It's better to go back to Fengcheng early to be the soil emperor. ”

"What qualifications do you have to say that, Senior Lin?"

Since entering the Southern Wilderness, this group of people has been constantly making bad things in secret, and Rao is a cowardly character like Lin Xueyin, and she can't stand it.

Not to mention that Lin Changfeng has no intention of taking over the Southern Wilderness, even if he takes over the Southern Wilderness, don't these people know that ignoring the orders of their superiors is equivalent to rebellion?

Frowning, he looked at Lin Xueyin's gaze, full of chills.

In the Southern Wastelands, who would dare to speak to him like that?

"Little girl, you still have to know how to be restrained in the Southern Wilderness, otherwise you won't know how to die!"

Such a threat made Lin Xueyin even more angry.

Just as the situation was getting more and more intense, an elderly lieutenant general in the army stepped out, and his appearance immediately stopped the commotion of the people.

"Listen, everyone, we are still investigating the Rashomon invasion, but we will definitely give you an explanation."

Looking at the old man's amiable appearance and the contemplative expressions of the people, Bai Chen asked in a low voice, "Who is this?" ”

The colleague next to him turned his head and whispered, "The two deputy generals of the Southern Wilderness, Zhao Huan." ”

"He is the oldest person in Nanhuang, and he has won the trust of the people of Zhoucheng."

"Two lieutenants?" Bai Chenhu looked at Zhao Huan suspiciously.

"Yes, his qualifications are older than King Jin, if you count the Lord of the Forest Desolation, he is the third deputy general."

At this time, Zhao Huan was about to retire, and the old back stood in front of them, calming the emotions of the people.

Looking back, Bai Chen was sure that it was the first time he saw the other party, and he couldn't help frowning: "He is also a confidant of King Jin?" ”

"That's not it, this is a privilege given by Huaguo, after all, he will retire in a few years, and the Lord of the Forest Wilderness will take over, so he can not accept it."

Looking at the people whose mood was declining, Bai Chen nodded and said, "It is indeed not easy to have such a reputation in the Southern Wilderness. ”

"Everyone, last night's incident, our Southern Wilderness Army must give you an explanation, give us some more time, I believe it won't be too long."

Zhao Huan faced many people, and her old face was full of apologies.

Under his constant appeasement, this group of people finally chose to believe in the Southern Wilderness Army.

After sending off this group of people, Zhao Huan seemed to have aged a lot, and turned around and walked in front of Bai Chen.

"The Southern Wilderness must be a place of right and wrong, if you don't have the strength, it's better not to get involved."

He still had a smile on his face, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes when he looked at Bai Chen.

This trace of pity let Bai Chen know that this old man must know a lot of things, and he was just about to call out to stop the other party, when he heard an inappropriate voice.

"Old turtle, rotten good man."

His eyes fell on the person who spoke just now, and when he looked at each other, the other party spat in disgust.

But it's not difficult to see that several of King Jin's henchmen should know something.

This time, Bai Chen did not return to the partition, but followed Zhao Huan's footsteps and followed closely.

Feeling the footsteps behind him, Zhao Huan turned his head, looked at Bai Chen with old and cloudy eyes, and wondered: "Follow me, is there something wrong?" ”

With a smile, Bai Chen nodded and said, "I really want to ask you, especially the news of the Jin family and Rashomon, as well as the adjutant generals in the army who disobey their superiors." ”

Hearing these words, Zhao Huan raised her eyebrows, looked around vigilantly, and said sadly: "Come with me." ”

Overseas!

An off-road vehicle drove past the devastated ground, and Lao Deng sat in the driver's seat, and next to him was a sweaty young man.

"Old Deng! Something is wrong! ”

Driving the car seriously, Lao Deng scolded: "No, uncle, are you afraid that Lao Tzu will get lost?" ”

Shaking his head violently, the young man looked around with a pair of small eyes, and said uneasily: "When we left yesterday, did we have these sword marks?" ”

"Uncle Jian, how did you have time to look at these things yesterday?"

Continuing to drive, Lao Deng didn't think there was anything uneasy about this, and continued to drive and rushed to the base area.

Rashomon's base is a deserted city, and this is the base they once beat Rashomon.

There is no legal constraint here, and the ugliness of human nature is staged every day, and nearly 10,000 people live in abandoned cities.

They never worry about eating and drinking, because the small neighboring countries will take the initiative to help them in order to protect themselves.

The car continued to drive, and soon saw the whole city, and just as the two were about to continue walking, a strong smell of blood was suddenly smelled by the two.

With a foot on the brake, Lao Deng and the young man glanced at each other, and they both saw a deep incomprehension in each other's eyes.

They were all mercenaries seeking wealth on the battlefield, so they naturally knew what this monstrous smell of blood represented, and they could smell it when they stopped several kilometers away.

The only thing that can be explained is that Rashomon's base was slaughtered! Thinking of this, the two of them trembled in their hearts.

"Could it be that after they left yesterday, the Southern Wilderness launched a large army?"

Just as they thought of this, an indifferent voice suddenly appeared in their ears like a ghost.

"It's your wait."

Hearing the prestige, the two saw Lin Changfeng standing on top of the treetops, holding a long sword.

"Is that you?"

The two of them were shocked.

The person in front of them was the one they were going to assassinate, but why was he here now? Even though they wasted a lot of time in the state city, the other party's speed... Isn't it scary?

"Who the hell are you?"

Frowning, Lao Deng looked at Lin Changfeng, his face was full of vigilance, and his right hand was slowly touching to the side.

Walked down from the treetops lightly, a breeze blew through the wind and sand, Lin Changfeng raised his head and looked at the scorching sun in the sky, and hesitated:

"Who am I?"

The blood in his eyes flashed, and Lin Changfeng mocked: "You want to kill me, but you don't know who I am?" ”

The long sword in his hand was raised little by little, and his blood-red eyes were filled with endless killing intent, "Lord of the Southern Wilderness: Lin Changfeng!" ”

"You're the new Lord of the Wasteland?" The slowly drooping hand was retracted, and Lao Deng completely gave up resistance, laughing at himself: "I should have thought of it a long time ago." ”

"If you can get them to give a task, your identity is definitely not simple."

Holding the long sword, Lin Changfeng took a step slowly, the sword intent fluttering around him, and said in a cold voice: "Say, whose command is it." ”

Looking directly at the devastated city in front of him, Lao Deng asked, "Is there still a living mouth in the city?" ”

Looking at him indifferently, Lin Changfeng waved the long sword in his hand, his expression was indifferent, but his calm voice said the most amazing four words.

"There is no survivor."