Zhao Rang looked at An Zuo, who was curled up on the ground, like a dead dog, and was still breathing, but he couldn't be happy in his heart.

He can obviously stay in the country of Lan Mo in peace, and take his title of prince and nobleman, chic and happy. After a hundred years of his father, Anzo will be able to grow up smoothly to inherit his ruling position and continue to be in power.

For the weak and the poor, there is no choice in this world. Because no matter what they choose, they are wrong...... But for a person like Anzo who has an identity, a background, and is very capable, there is no choice. As long as Xiao Gui Cao follows and goes on step by step, he will have a very good future.

But on the other hand, the more people who grow up in such an environment, the more rebellious they are, and the more anti-bones they have. It's like Simon Dazhuang never wanted to take over the family's business, and even felt a headache when he heard the sound of fiddling with an abacus...... Zhao Rang is the same, Sihao doesn't care about the name of his family, and even looks down on his family members who sometimes deliberately behave. In his thoughts, nothing is better than being a brisk ranger and wandering the rivers and lakes freely.

But the way of the world will not change for someone's thoughts, and no matter how people with identity background, they cannot fully control their fate after making a new choice.

When he makes a completely different decision, he has to find his own way. If you make a mistake, you will take a wrong step and make a wrong step, and you will end up like Anzo, lying on the ground, life is better than death.

Zhao Rang sighed deeply.

As an enemy, he would love to see that. But I thought about it so much just now, but I think who is not like this?

But he didn't notice that the expression on Yuan Mingkong's face beside him was even more complicated. There are grievances, contempt, and more unwillingness!

"Well, it's a good job, the sect leader and his old man will definitely reward you in a while!"

Amani said lightly.

For a dog, throwing a bone is enough to make him happy for a long time. And for Mrs. Wang, he doesn't even need bones, this sentence makes him thank him again and again, and show his loyalty!

Amani slowly walked up to Anzo and looked down at his embarrassed appearance, the corners of his mouth curled up a little smug. Whoever wins or loses, and the one who can stand in the end is the winner. No matter what means she uses or how much she pays.

Just looking at Zhao Rang, you can empathize with Amani's pleasure.

As early as the time she met in the city of King Lanmo, she told Zhao Rang about Anzuo and his father, and even the entire family had ill intentions towards the royal family.

At that time, it happened that Wang San was "poisoned" and fell into a coma, and after Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong probed around, they also pointed the finger at An Zuo.

I never thought that I was being played by Princess Amani and Mrs. Wang, and they made a plan from the beginning to make Zhao Rang bite An Zuo and not let go, so as to kill people with a knife.

But the appearance of Simon Dazhuang was a variable they did not expect. If it weren't for him, even if Zhao Rang and the others arrived at Chagan Toluogai, they would not have had any contact with Tongbao Qianzhuang. It was precisely because of Shen Liushu's exposure that Hong Jiang, as the protector of the Divine Sect, had to show up early to clean up the mess.

"What a calculation!"

Zhao Rang sighed in his heart.

In this regard, both he and Yuan Mingkong lost, and they lost completely......

"When I got the invitation, I knew something was going to happen."

Yuan Mingkong regained his composure and said to Zhao Rang.

"But you didn't expect it to be so exciting, did you?"

Zhao Rang asked rhetorically.

Yuan Mingkong smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I'm thinking that when we get back, people will ask what to say."

Zhao Rang shrugged and said:

"When people ask me, I can say nothing. But you're afraid you won't be able to dodge. ”

Yuan Mingkong let out a long sigh.

"yes, I can't hide."

As the deputy commander of the Investigation Department and the Shadow Guard, after going back, the things here in the Western Regions not only have to be reported in detail, but also have to be repeated many times.

The Investigation Department stipulates that every time a person returns from a business trip, he must tell different people the details of the errand three times within half a month. This is to determine whether what is said is true.

Things that have really happened and experienced are not so easy to forget and confuse. Yuan Mingkong is not an old man in his seventies and eighties, as long as he is not stupid, he will definitely be able to remember it.

However, lies don't always come up the same, especially if there are a few days in between.

Of course, this approach is not foolproof.

As long as a person with a heart is fully prepared, he must have time to drill, what Yuan Mingkong cares about is that he is simply stupid to get home on this errand!

If he hadn't met Zhao Rang, and later Ye Sanniang and Ximen Dazhuang, he would have been killed by Xifeng Lie or the Admiralty Dart Bureau in the Western Regions Business Alliance.

"Do you want to go into the box, or in the sack?"

Princess Amani asked softly to Anzo.

Zhao Rang didn't understand what it meant to go into a box and a sack, but it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

No one will spare their enemy at the last moment, only think about how to torture him more miserably.

"Zhao Gongzi is confused by the words of the Dharma Protector?"

Third Master Wang walked up to Zhao Rang's side, wiped his hands and asked.

The fox is fake and the tiger is mighty, this word is not false at all. How much he couldn't hold his head up when he was pressed by Anzo before, how proud he was now.

Of course, Third Master Wang was not proud of the fact that he had cleaned up An Zuo with a pair of iron fists.

He was proud that he had done a beautiful thing for the sect leader and the protector of the Dharma, and he wanted to come to the position of the national teacher to be more stable.

"What did the master get injured for?"

Zhao Rang asked an extremely inappropriate question.

All of you here are martial arts cultivators, and through the fight just now, everyone can see that Third Master Wang should have been seriously injured, so that his strength has been cut off a lot, otherwise why would he need to work so Shang Anzuo?

Third Master Wang's face changed.

Although Zhao Rang also said "once", such a major change, no matter how long it has passed, it seems like it just happened yesterday.

Why did the third master Wang later devote his heart and soul to winemaking, it was also for dispatch. When you are drunk, you won't think about it much, and everything goes well in the world. Everyone in the world is lovely. I can't even dream when I sleep, I can't remember what I do, and the days go by quickly and happily!

However, for the recent major events, Mrs. Wang has not drunk for several days.

Not to mention the discomfort of alcohol addiction, it is something that I haven't thought about for many years, and it has popped up out of nowhere these days. A dream that he hadn't had for a long time, these days are like mosquitoes on a summer night, as long as he closes his eyes, he will haunt and linger.

Now that Zhao Rang asked, the skin and flesh on Mrs. Wang's face that had fallen due to aging began to twitch involuntarily.

"Why don't you answer when you ask? I just said that this thing doesn't know the number of etiquette, are you all the way with him? ”

Princess Armani's cold voice came, and the startled Third Master Wang shook his spine.

"Yes...... The Dharma Protector taught the ...... The old child didn't dare to ask the distinguished guest to be big, so the old child answered. ”

Seeing him so cowardly, Zhao Rang couldn't help but want to laugh. Feng Shui takes turns, one thing descends another. An Zuo, who was just in high spirits, and Third Master Wang, who had just been proud, didn't know who would be able to subdue Amani and Hongjiang for a while, and it was estimated that there was only that sect leader.

"Zhao Gongzi, the second is ...... It was ten years ago that he was slapped in the air by the Red Silk Protector and hurt his heart, so his cultivation declined greatly. ”

Zhao Rang nodded.

It's good to know about such a thing, and there's nothing to ask.

Hong Jiang stood aside, and it was indeed not easy for someone like Mrs. Wang to tell this past incident in front of him.

It is already difficult to make the character who has his fists stained with blood all day and ties his head to the waistband of his trousers soft, let alone make him boneless from now on, and his whole body is full of flattery.

Hongjiang's palm must have left a very deep shadow on Third Master Wang, so that he could no longer raise the mind of resisting.

"In addition, entering a box and entering a sack are the two criminal laws of the Divine Religion."

Seeing that Zhao Rang did not delve into it, Third Master Wang hurriedly changed the topic.

As he spoke, four shirtless and sturdy men worked in groups of two, carrying a large wooden box and two bags of hemp.

This wooden box is not so much a box as a coffin, because he is too big and too deep. An adult curls down slightly to wade in, and there is still room around.

It's the same with sacks.

can fit a whole fat pig, and naturally it can also fit a big living person.

"There were rats in the wooden box, and when you put people in it, you locked the box and threw it into the fire."

Zhao rang's eyes widened and his ears pricked up.

This kind of performance greatly satisfied the vanity of the third prince Wang, so he said even more emotionally:

"Before the people inside are burned to death, the rats will be unbearable. That's when they'll ......"

Third Master Wang pointed to his eyes, mouth, navel, and beyond.

These are the weakest links in the human body.

If the mouse can't stand the heat, it will drill into the human body, and naturally give priority to these parts.

This is also the case with the famous dish loach tofu. It's just that this is replacing loaches with rats and tofu with people.

"If you're going to burn him, why do you want to let the rats go?"

Zhao Rang asked puzzled.

Just by imagining it, he could imagine what kind of pain this man would have endured before he died.

"Of course, you have to be ruthless against traitors. Otherwise, how can you deter others? ”

Zhao Rang was noncommittal.

What Mrs. Wang said was right, but he still couldn't accept this way.

"Sacks are even simpler."

"If it's still so disgusting, don't say it......"

Yuan Mingkong interjected.

Even his sister Yuan Kexin didn't know that Yuan Mingkong was the most disgusting mouse...... It's a fluffy thing with a long tail......

"There are no rats in the sack!"

Third Master Wang said with a smile.

"Don't talk about snakes!"

"There's a snake in the sack."

Yuan Mingkong thought about it, as if the others didn't matter, so he motioned to Mrs. Wang to continue.

"The sack is to put people in it, tie the mouth of the sack, and then let these strong men take turns to lift it high, and then smash it down again, until there is not even a bit of hardness in the whole sack."

Zhao Rang took a deep breath and said:

"If it were me, I would definitely choose the sack."

"Yes. I'd rather be smashed into a pulp than be around a rat! "Gale

Yuan Mingkong immediately agreed with Zhao Rang and said.

After listening to the third master Wang's explanation, Hongjiang and Amani asked Anzuo again.

After just a while, Anzuo had already lost his breath.

"Hmph, that's a bargain! Bah! ”

Third Master Wang kicked Anzuo's corpse heavily.

"Ahh

An Zuo, who everyone thought was out of breath, suddenly burst out, grabbed the leg that Wang San Ye kicked him, opened his mouth and bit him hard.

I heard a "creaking" sound, like a deadbolt that had not been oiled for many years was suddenly pushed open.

Mrs. Wang was in pain, raised his leg and threw it hard, throwing out An Zuo, who was already at the end of the crossbow, and just hit the heavy wooden box.

At this time, Anzo completely lost his breath.

But he had a large piece of flesh in his mouth.

Looking at the position of the knee of the third master Wang's leg, it has become a terrifying blood hole. If it weren't for one hand on the table, he would have lost his balance and sat on the ground.

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong glanced at each other, who would have thought that this would be the result in the end?

Anzo is dead.

After all, he was not put into a wooden box and his stomach was drilled by rats, nor was he put in a sack and beaten into a pulp.

But he bit off half of Mrs. Wang's kneecap.

This leg must be useless......

It may be more painful to become lame than to die.

Amani and Hongjiang frowned and looked at the third lady Wang's injuries and didn't say anything. Then he gestured to those deaf and dumb men, and someone stepped forward to help Mrs. Wang go down.

"Two Dharma Protectors, wait for the little old man and me to bandage the wounds, and then come to continue to be loyal to the Divine Sect! Keep up the faithfulness! ”

The shouts of Third Master Wang became farther and farther away, and he didn't know where he was being dragged away.

Anzuo's corpse and bloodstains in the hall were also cleaned up and wiped clean by the maids.

The tip of Amani's nose twitched, and he felt that the smell of blood in the hall was a little stronger, so he made the sand beams roll, so that the first evening breeze of the setting sun blew and carried away these pungent fishy smells.

Anzo's soft sword falls at the very edge of the hall.

The last maid picked it up, held it in both hands, bowed to Amani and Hong, and walked out.

Passing behind Hediye, he suddenly rose to his feet, turned around and snatched Anzo's soft sword from the maid's hand, crossed the table, and stabbed straight at Hongjiang's throat with a murderous aura.

In his own words, the name of "Sword Hero" is not martial. It was the reins that the national teacher put around his neck to make him obedient.

But from the peerless momentum of his sword, Zhao Rang concluded that he was a well-deserved swordsman in the Western Regions, a first-rate swordsman in the world!

The most important thing about a sword, like a knife, is not the sharpness of the edge, but the thinness of the sword.

A man who is affectionate will always have an irresistible charm for girls.

A merciless swordsman will always have an irresistible power to his enemies.

When he held the sword, the heavens and the earth were all in a general, as if they had returned to chaos. There is no difference between grass, trees, insects and stones, and people are no different from cattle and sheep. 2