"My grandson?"

Leng Buyu mistakenly thought that he had misheard, and repeated these three words.

The Dongli envoy who replied immediately nodded, his tone was still sycophant, and said: "Yes, yes, it's my grandson, my grandson Hayato, the third son of my grandson's family." ”

Leng Buyu nodded, this is really a strange surname, I don't know what this surname means in their Dongli language.

Leng Bu asked again: "Who is his teacher?"

"His teacher, his master, is, a god from overseas immortals, and as for the name, we don't know. ”

Hearing this, Leng Bu couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and his eyelids twitched slightly. This change frightened the envoy from the east.

The envoy couldn't help but weaken his legs, and almost fell to his knees, and said in a trembling voice: "We don't know what my grandson's teacher called, we only know, we only know, we only know ......"

"Only know what!"

The sound was cold, and the breath emitted made the envoy from the east beat faster, and his sideburns were even more sweaty.

Another Dongli envoy also hurriedly grabbed the words and said: "In Dongli, no one really knows what the name of my grandson's teacher is, only know, only know that his surname is Duan Gan!"

Duan Gan came out of the word, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, his eyes were full of doubts.

"Duan Gan, it's really a coincidence, everyone is afraid of Duan Gan's family, but I am silent, what I want to do most is to kill his Duan Gan family!"

The arrogant words of Leng Bu made all the Dongli envoys swallow their saliva, and the fear in their eyes was difficult to suppress.

Like the envoy from the east who couldn't say enough words before, he had collapsed to the ground at this moment, and his legs were trembling there even more.

Leng Bu smiled he, and at the same time, from all over his body, broken ice fell. A few people looked at it again, and the dozens of deep or shallow wounds on the body of this Great Ye State Sword Saint were no longer bleeding.

He, is this the Qi turned into ice and stuck in his wounds?

Qi, can you still use it like this, this sword master of the Great Ye Kingdom, should he be said to be a talent, or a madman?

Isn't he afraid that Qi will mix into the blood, expand the blood vessels, and cause the blood vessels to burst and die?

But no matter what these Dongli people think, the sword saint of this Great Ye Country has gone far. It's as if after he killed his young master and my grandson Hayato, he ignored them and let them go as if they were ants.

This feeling of being scorned and ignored is really uncomfortable, but after all, I have picked up a life.

Is this joy or sorrow?

Just when these Dongli people were in mixed moods, a large group of people poured out from the neat queue on both sides of the street.

There is a person from Dongli who recognizes these people, this is an independent department only in Cold Crisp City, called Lijingmen.

How could the people from Keli Jingmen suddenly appear, thinking about it, this Dongli person has a bad feeling. Before he could say anything, these people from Lijingmen moved neatly and drew their knives one after another.

The sound of pulling out the knife again and again completely woke up these Dongli people.

They wondered, wondering, what do these Lijingmen people mean?

There was an older Dongli person who couldn't help frowning, his Daye Ya dialect was much more standard than other Dongli people.

I heard him look angry and said in a displeased tone: "You useless Ye Guo stupid pigs, do you know what our identity is......?

The older Dongli people didn't finish their words, only heard a "boom", and then only felt their necks listen. After that, he spat out a large mouthful of Xue.

With the last of his strength, he looked high, and there was a man in white clothes who was dashing in the wind, holding a longbow as white as snow, standing on one side of the roof.

The older Dongli touched his neck with his hand, cold and sharp, it was an arrow, a feathered arrow through his neck.

Looking at his companions, watching the elder being plotted by an arrow for no reason, and losing his life, the remaining Dongli people couldn't help but be even more angry. Then they heard "Oooooo

A rugged Dongli man said to his companion in Dongli language: "It seems that these Ye pigs will not let us go." Aoi-kun, you have a good body, run fast, we cover you, you have to bring the matter here back to Dongli. ”

The tall man was not tall, and although the somewhat thin Dongli was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and finally nodded in agreement.

Just when these people were about to do something with the Lijingmen people, the white-clothed man with a bow on the roof now opened his mouth and listened to him: "Although Lone is not a snitch, he is also an archer, is it too ridiculous to talk about his body in front of the bower?"

Hearing the words of the man in white with a bow, not to mention the rugged Dongli people, the other Dongli people who could also understand Daye's elegant words couldn't help but be shocked.

The man in white with the bow took a step forward, his body falling from the roof, and then asked to stand on the ground.

These Dongli people looked at this white-clothed man who claimed to be lonely, and the breath emanating from this person's body actually made them feel suffocated.

This deterrent power, this sense of oppression, is no better than the silence that has left. fate

It was the arrogance of a king, and it was difficult to compare with it.

It was still the rougher Dongli person, he swallowed his saliva, and he also guessed who this person was.

I didn't plan to act rashly, but there was a companion who didn't have long eyes, but he stood up, and after scolding with Dongli, he pointed a knife at the man in white with a bow.

The rugged Dongli people's eyes widened when they boarded, and the fine sweat on his sideburns couldn't be stopped, and the sweat dripped on his shoulders, dripping the robe that was not thin.

This rugged Dongli person didn't guess wrong, the white-clothed man with the bow in front of them, in addition to Bai Ling, the lord of the cold city, how could there be a second person.

Bai Ling grinned, he understood Leng Buyu's mood when he faced these Dongli people before.

These people are really helpless and annoying.

Since you don't like it, you can slaughter it all at the moment.

Bai Ling raised his right hand, his voice was as cold as a silence, and he said coldly: "Brothers of Lijingmen, listen well, leave one person, and the rest of the people, all of them will be broken into pieces, ten thousand pieces!"

Yuluo, those Dongli people who can't understand Daye's Ya dialect are really all good luck. And those Dongli people who can understand Daye's Ya dialect are all pale, which is even more uncomfortable than flies flying into their throats.

Without waiting for these Dongli people to react, the Lijingmen people present said in unison: "Follow the idea of the city, kill!"

As the words fell, these Lijingmen people held swords in their hands and ran towards these Dongli people.

Bai Ling was like an idler who had nothing to do, walked to the stone steps on the side, and didn't care whether the stone steps were clean or not, and sat down directly.

He placed the white bow across his lap, his left elbow resting on his leg, and his hand clenched into a fist against his left cheek. And the right hand, the five fingers are rhythmically pressing their bow there.

It's not so much a fight as a one-sided killing. Those Dongli people, everyone's emotions before death were different, there was fear, there was anger, but after a while, there was only one person left in these Dongli envoy squad, which was already a few people.

The two strong Lijingmen people dragged the last remaining Dongli person over, and Bai Ling couldn't help but smile when he saw it.

These partners of Lijingmen are really interesting, and the one they deliberately left to the end is the somewhat rugged Dongli person.

But this somewhat rugged Dongli person has long since lost his appearance at this time.

His legs are still there, but they are strangely shaped, and I don't know how these people below move their hands to fight like this. But his hands are not as lucky as his legs.

This rugged Dongli person is not only the hands, but the two arms have been neatly separated from the body from the armpits to the shoulders.

His body was covered in blood, and he looked loveless. He looked up at Bai Ling and grinned, but in the next moment, a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm spit out.

This rugged Dongli was looking forward to the bloody thick phlegm spit on Bai Ling's face, and looked at the appearance of the cold city lord of this Ye country.

However, Bai Ling did not do as he wished, and the thick phlegm with blood stopped at a distance of nearly half a foot from Bai Ling's face.

Then, Bai Ling's fingers were slightly, and the thick phlegm with blood flew directly in reverse.

A disgusting scene appeared, and this rugged Dongli was still grinning and waiting for the show. The thick phlegm with blood flew directly into his mouth.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, wanting to spit out the bloody thick phlegm again, but the man from Lijingmen next to him didn't give him this chance at all.

The man moved quickly, and his hand reached over and directly covered the mouth of this rugged Dongli person.

After a struggle, his eyes finally widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. He swallowed the thick bloody phlegm.

This is not only disgusting to him, but also a kind of humiliation.

It was a great humiliation, but it was also a humiliation that made him helpless.

Bai Ling looked at him directly, found it interesting, and asked: "Don't you understand, why do you have such ambitions when you leave the land of projectiles?" Are you really not afraid to wake up Daye, a sleeping dragon?"

This rugged Dongli was still in a feeling of nausea, and he even felt that his ears were deaf, and he saw Bai Ling's mouth open and close, but he didn't seem to be able to hear what Bai Ling was saying.

Bai Ling shook his head helplessly, and ordered the people of Lijingmen a few times, asking them to take him to the cell to be guarded, and then go to the City Lord's Mansion to invite Miss Xu over, she knew how to make this rough Dongli person speak.

Hearing Bai Ling's order to ask them to invite Miss Xu, a few people who had seen Xu Ning'er's methods couldn't help but shudder, but they didn't dare to ask more.

The people from Lijingmen left, and Bai Ling sat back on the stone steps again, he couldn't help laughing when he looked at the corpses that had not been cleaned up.

He was once worried that it was right or wrong to go into the cold city without saying anything.

I asked myself several times, did I make a deal with Dusk Hanlou, but it went against my original intention?

But once or twice, the cold silence and presumptuous mess made a mess of the entire Cold Crisp City, and he felt that sometimes, rules are.

It's because I'm too disciplined that I'm being restrained again and again. But if, like being silent and arrogant, you regard the rules as bullshit, will your own plan be easier?