Somewhere in the middle of a dense forest.

Fake Li, Zhu Youwen, and Meng Zhixiang sat under a tree, taking advantage of the shade of the tree to enjoy the shade.

I have to say that although these three people are a little embarrassed at this time, they still have merit, they have been frustrated one after another, and they have acted badly, and these three people can still get together, not to the point of breaking up, which is also powerful.

Under a tree, in the shade of a tree, three people have their own thoughts.

Zhu Youwen thought about the Nine Mysteries Xuantian Divine Skills, as well as the secret books of the Divine Skill in the legendary Longquan Treasure, if he practiced it, he didn't know how powerful it would be.

All that Fake Li Man wants is to get the boss's recognition at any cost, no matter how despicable means are used in this process, no matter how low the probability of success is.

In fact, the fake Li didn't care much about Li Xingyun, Li Xingyun was not important to him, even if he had turned himself into a monster who looked the same as that person.

He only cared about Yuan Tiangang.

As for Meng Zhixiang, he thought about it a lot and was more normal.

went to the country to cherish his hometown, the hostile forces are flourishing, like the sky, and he has to hide under a tree at the moment, using the shade of the tree to shade the sun, at the same time, he is still thinking about his wife, Taiyuan fell, after Li Siyuan surrendered, his family members fell into the hands of Li Xingyun, is she okay?

But he couldn't go back, and he couldn't surrender.

has come to this point, if you go back, you will die, if you don't go back, Li Xingyun will not kill her if she is still outside.

At this moment, a trembling pedestrian, wrapped in dust and carrying a burden, passed through this small road and passed in front of the fake Li San.

The murderous aura flashed in the fake Li's eyes, this murderous aura frightened Meng Zhixiang, and when he raised his hand, a Huayang needle was pinched in his hand.

Fake Lee knows how terrible bad people are, they may be pedestrians on the side of the road, they may be lame, trembling beggars on crutches, they may be dying old people, and they may even be children on the side of the street.

The information they send is as deadly as the information that comes from the elite bad guys.

Zhu Youwen noticed his small movements, but did not react.

Meng Zhixiang was on a whim, he looked at the pedestrians dragging the salute in front of him, and asked, "Uncle, where are you going?" ”

At this moment, under the light of the sun, the forest presents a bright and peaceful scene. The trees are tall and straight, receiving a warm glow and exuding green vitality. The sunlight pierced through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows like golden filaments dancing on the ground.

The three of them sat in the shade of a tree, and the pedestrian walked in the sun, under the same sky, but they were distinct from each other.

"What's the matter?" When the pedestrian heard this, he had long seen three people sitting under the tree, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and subconsciously looked up and down the clothes of the three people in front of him.

One was dressed in a black robe with his face covered, one was dressed in brocade with a generous face, and the other was dressed in black armor with a burly figure.

Not like bandits, but even less like good guys.

"Hey, I saw that my husband was in the dust, as if someone was chasing him, and I was curious, so I asked." Meng Zhixiang looked at the old man in front of him and spoke.

"It's going to be a war, I'm going to hide from the war." When the old man heard this, he didn't hide it and said.

He felt that Meng Zhixiang had the possibility of making fun of him, but seeing that Meng Zhixiang was popular, and the other party was overwhelming, his heart was three points shorter.

"War? Where is there to go to war again? Hearing this, Fake Li got up, looked at the old man in front of him, and asked anxiously.

"Bianzhou, the emperor (here refers to the puppet regime pseudo Zhu Youwen supported by Meng Po) has ordered the capital to be moved." The old man waved his hand, turned around and continued to walk into the distance.

Hearing this, Fake Li fell silent.

While pondering, he raised his hand, and the Huayang needle was wrapped in a rolling blue aura and went straight to the old man, hitting his heart, the Huayang needle pierced into the body, and came out through the body, the old man screamed, and then fell to the ground and died.

Li Sizhao's internal strength has greatly improved his skills.

The silence of the forest was broken, and the sound of countless wings vibrating echoed in the air. In panic, the birds flew away from the branches and burst into the air like fireworks.

Meng Zhixiang glanced sideways at the old man who fell to the ground and died, sighed, and then he spoke: "Move the capital?

How did you come up with such a trick?

When the capital is moved, the hearts of the people are in turmoil, isn't it ......"

Wouldn't it be cheaper for nothing?

Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhixiang remembered.

The real Zhu Youwen is by his side, now there is only one puppet supported by Li Xingyun left in Bianzhou, and the more he acts, the more in line with Li Xingyun's interests, the better.

The fake Li mentality has collapsed again.

Fortunately, the mentality has collapsed many times, and there is a certain resistance, and now it is not the worst case, there is still a chance.

"Looks like we're going to have to pick up the pace." Fake Li raised his eyes, stood in the shade of the tree, glanced at the scorching sun shining in the middle of the sky, suddenly felt his eyes tingling, looked away, he opened his mouth to Zhu Youwen and Meng Zhixiang, and said.

It's just that he should know that there is no such thing as a blessing, and there is no single line of disaster, and there is another bad news waiting for him ahead.

The three of them hurried and hurried all the way, until in the afternoon, when the sun was going down and the sky was getting dark, they found a small village and found an inn, and the three of them were ready to stay.

The three of them found a table and sat down.

"The shopkeeper, the best banquet clothes, the warm pot and good wine, three upper rooms." Meng Zhixiang took out a small piece of broken silver, put it on the table, looked at the shopkeeper of the inn, and spoke.

"Good, good." The shopkeeper of this inn saw that Meng Zhixiang and the other three were dressed and the piece of broken silver, nodded again and again, paced to the table where Meng Zhixiang and the three were sitting, picked up the small piece of broken silver, turned around, put it in his mouth and bit it, and then he opened his mouth and greeted: "Three distinguished guests, go to a good table, go and arrange it."

Quickly warm up my treasured 'Du Kang' to the three distinguished guests.

Lazy thing, this time it's a distinguished guest, put your hands and feet neatly, or deduct your salary. ”

"My day, when will my hands and feet not be clean!" At this moment, a "dwarf" with an extremely short stature, a strange accent, and a strange mouth fetish walked out of the back kitchen, carrying a piece of linen cloth in his hand.

The person who came was himself, he was wearing a pigtail, and the image of the whole person was extremely funny.

"Fuso?" Meng Zhixiang recognized at a glance that the person in front of him, who was only three feet tall, was from Fusang, this accent, this height, it was difficult to admit mistakes.

"My day, this guest officer has a good eye, and I am a ...... with the reputation of Fusang Xiaotaibai"

(End of chapter)