"The 'respect for blood' I just talked about is not the difference between our high-ranking households."

Hong Wei changed the topic and went deeper and deeper.

"Snake people don't practice martial arts, and their strength is improved by blood sacrifice."

"It's a complicated ritual, but in general, it's about using the blood of a living creature to pluck out the blood of the victim and increase its strength and potential."

"This living creature can be our Terran or a snake man."

Hong Fan was stunned when he heard this.

"No wonder they haven't been peaceful in recent years."

He tapped lightly on the tabletop.

"If you can't get enough blood sacrifices from other races, do you have to attack your fellow tribes?"

Hong Wei nodded.

"There's a reason for that."

"In addition, the Sand Gong led the team deep into the marsh, and the vitality of several tribes was greatly damaged, and the balance of strength between each other was also one of the reasons."

"But no matter what, snake people are cold-blooded by nature, they don't take their lives seriously, and their concept of hatred for their clan and family is also very weak."

"In the case of our human race, the civil war has been fought to the share of the snake people, and it is impossible to stop until the blood debt is paid or exhausted."

Hong Wei's expression was slightly grim.

"But they're different."

"If the Nine Snake Gods give an order, or if there is a god son in charge, they can easily press this mess and pinch each other's flesh-eating enemies into a force of battle."

"Uncle Wei."

Hong Fan called out and thought of the Heaven Turning Society.

"So if the snake people have an idea, they can integrate the army and crush the transit in an instant?"

His voice was heavy.

Unexpectedly, Hong Wei shook his head with a smile.

"There's nothing to worry about."

"It's useless to worry about it."

He picked up a piece of pastry and said as he chewed.

"It's not impossible."

"But to the point of a national war, it must be hundreds of thousands or even millions, led by celestials and people, and led by the masters of the complex element magnetic realm."

"It's useless for us to worry about the sky!"

Hong Wei patted the pastry crumbs on his hand and replied.

"The bottom line is that it's extremely rare."

"Since Dahua Dingding, Liangzhou has only had two wars with the snake people."

"I heard General Chu say that the war was about to start at that time, and the guards on the frontier had not seen the wind and grass stir, but the Shenjing side had foreseen and made preparations."

"In the end, when the snake man comes, it's just a hard hit."

"In my opinion, maybe there is some special means of intelligence, such as the authority of the gods and the stars."

Hong Wei said it easily.

For the sake of secrecy, he has not yet been revealed about the Li family and the Turning Heaven Society.

But Hong Fan always felt strange when he heard it.

"The ancestral dragon is the respect of my great Chinese race, and legend has it that the nine snake gods were also enlightened by him, and they are the most ancestral dragons among the spirits."

"If there is a big war between the human race and the snake people, doesn't his old man have anything to say?"

He asked.

Hong Wei really hadn't thought about this question before.

"I can't say that either."

He hesitated.

"It is impossible for the ancestral dragon to be afraid of the snake god......"

"Or do you know that snake people can't turn up the wind and waves?"

Hong Wei had to make inferences based on common sense.

Hong Fan nodded, only saying that he was asking casually.

For this human race, the ancestral dragon is the beginning of the prosperity of the race, and it is the invincible god in the world.

However, as a traveler from another world, he unconsciously empathized and speculated on the motives of the gods.

"There is an abnormal movement of the snake man, is there any action on the side of the guard?"

Hong Fan turned back to the topic.

"It's all routine."

Hong Wei was a little strange why Hong Fan cared so much about this matter, but he also answered truthfully.

"The battalion is ordered every day, and the oasis defenders are dispatched."

"The sentry riders come out three times a day, and a few more temporary wolf smoke are set up."

"In addition, the guard station handed over the military information to the state capital."

"But I heard that because of the incident in Huaiyang Kingdom, Shenjing sent people to Xijing, which caused a few generals to not be very peaceful."

In the end, Hong Wei explained with a smile.

"In short, don't worry about the virtuous nephew, the sky is falling and there is a tall man on top of ......"

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Three days later, February 18.

A peaceful morning is dotted with restrained light rain.

At the west gate, the weather-covered plaque was wet.

The three big characters of "Jinhai City" written in gold paint gradually mottled in the rain.

Outside the doorway, the common people lined up to enter the city.

Some pushed carts of dry firewood, while others carried game and hides.

There are also some who are holding their burdens and looking vigilant, obviously carrying the money they have saved for a long time to go into the city to buy.

Under the city gate, Liu Er, the chief of the city, held the handle of the knife at his waist, and his eyes swept over every pedestrian like a falcon.

He has been guarding the gates for more than ten years.

Gimhae is not a big place either.

With just a glance at the faces, he could tell that they were both raw and ripe.

Looking at the clothes and luggage, a person's roots and feet cannot be hidden.

At this moment, there was a sudden silence along the official road from far to near.

Liu Er took two steps sideways and looked out, and saw a tall and gorgeous four-wheeled carriage approaching at a constant speed, pulling two heterogeneous horses that were obviously mixed with blood.

There were no such carriages in the city of Gimhae.

The carriage is wide and black, and the corners are decorated with jade inlays, which is luxurious at a glance.

The carriage does not need to be shouted by the coachman, and the pedestrians in front of the traffic block will unconsciously give way.

Soon, the car arrived in front of the city gate, and without the slightest intention of stopping, it drove straight to the city gate.

Liu Er swallowed his saliva and stopped in the middle of the road.

He couldn't see where the carriage was coming, but at least he knew that it didn't belong to any of the big people in Gimhae City.

"Jinhai City Defense Division, who is coming, is there any way?"

Liu Erlang asked, his tone was kind, without his usual arrogance.

The coachman in brocade reined in his horse, looked at Liu Er with his nostrils, and snorted.

"Get out of the way."

Liu Er was stunned, and his heart was on fire.

Of course, he knew he wasn't much of a person.

But on weekdays, even if the two young people of the Hong family arrived at the city gate, they all dismounted and walked, and they also enjoyed a smile with the brothers.

[What grade, can you still beat the Dragon Giving Star Monarch? ] 】

Liu Er thought of it, straightened his back and bowed slightly, and pressed the handle of the knife with his hand.

"Report your identity, otherwise you will go back and forth from where!"

He whispered.

"We still have some rules in Jinhai City!"

Hearing this, the coachman clenched his horsewhip and was about to scold, but suddenly stopped.

Not only him, but everyone present felt the changes around him.

A kind of coldness that is not covered by "temperature" unfolds around the carriage, climbing first up each person's ankle and then down the tail vertebrae all the way to the heavenly spirits.

It's as if the world has regressed to winter.

The ground is frozen, the clothes are frozen, the human body is still warm, but the breath at the end of the nose has turned white.

Within a radius of tens of meters, the falling rain suddenly froze, rustled to the ground, and converged into fragmented hoarfrost.

Then, a plain male voice sounded in the carriage.

"Tongguang, Gong Heng."

There was silence in front of the city gates.

Liu Er let go of the knife handle like an electric shock, trembling and speechless.

As a long man, he practiced miscellaneous tricks, and his cultivation was not enough to rush the pulse face, but he was a martial artist anyway.

On the west side of Liangzhou, it is impossible for anyone who practices martial arts not to know the name "Gong Heng".

Liu Er's straight back bent silently, and quickly stepped aside.

"You, please ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the carriage had passed him straight into the city.

It was a long time before the crowd moved forward again.

The frost was trampled by thousands of feet, and it was the sound of broken bones.

PS: (The content added after the post is not counted as money)

Let's talk about a small thing.

Recently, there are two readers who are always entangled in the plot of the palace family asking for loot, and repeatedly leave messages saying that they will drive readers away, and they will plummet their grades or something, I don't understand it.

The plot is relatively clear.

This is the second trick of the Heaven Turning Society and the third trick used in the future, with the same purpose and different means.

Why was the sand bandit acceptable before, but the outside family was suspicious of the routine?

Not to mention the Turning Heaven Society, the logic of the Gong family's own motives is also very clear, the family really has no money, and can only make money from some places that can be said to be reasonable, so it shows the situation of the raptor crossing the river, which is not the same thing as the "sesame mung bean contradiction, the small one comes to the old one......

Anyway, there is no problem with the subscription of books, but the average subscription is still growing steadily, but because there is no traffic in the streaking, the rise is relatively slow.

I like to communicate with my readers, but even if I have something to learn, I will only use it in the next book.

In the books that have already been written, whether it is the plot or the characters, it is impossible for me to revise them because of the chapters and book reviews.

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