In a room, Song Budemon woke up slowly, but saw a pair of flashing eyes staring directly at him, and screamed in fright, tonight is really too exciting.

"The second master woke up. Someone said. Song Buyou breathed a sigh of relief and fell down softly, only to feel that his body was cold, and when he looked down, he was lying naked on the bed, plus the rough man crowded next to the bed, the picture was not too beautiful.

Song Budemon slapped a person on the head and scolded: "What are you eating, don't you know how to get me a few clothes?"

The person who was beaten was aggrieved: "The second master, your room is on the opposite side of the field, and the third master is fighting with people in the field, and the small one doesn't dare to go." ”

When Song Buxian heard this, he immediately sat up and grabbed a quilt to cover his body: "The boss made a move?" Everyone nodded in response. Song Budemon was delighted, pinched the goatee in his hand, kept brushing it, and kept nodding: "Okay, very good, since you are asked to withdraw, it means that that guy is not far from death." ”

Thinking about what that guy did to him tonight, he still couldn't help but be angry and panicked. It's good to think about it, revenge or something can be handed over to the third child.

Hu Zhun's body stiffened faster due to the invasion of the night. Yan Lingchuan walked up to Mu Chenhao and asked, "Are you okay?" Mu Chenhao didn't speak, and after a blank look, he closed his eyes and collapsed on the ground to rest. Yan Lingchuan didn't care, and sat beside Mu Chenhao on the spot.

I don't know how long it took for the torch to be extinguished, and suddenly, Yan Lingchuan was pulled by Mu Chenhao's hem, and turned around: "What's wrong?" Mu Chenhao shook the length of the blade in his hand: "This is too small." ”

Yan Lingchuan nodded and got up: "Wait." With that, he walked away, blending into the night not far away, and there was no movement at all, only the sound of crickets.

Mu Chenhao was left alone, lying motionless, staring blankly at the deep night, full of stars and cloudless.

Then, what greeted the eyes was the sparkling silver rays, and there was a faint cold air on the face. Mu Chenhao sat up, Yan Lingchuan was smiling at himself, shaking the silver-handled spear in his hand from nowhere, and pronounced his merits: "How about this?"

Mu Chenhao was not polite, he took the spear, and it was slightly cold to the touch, and it was difficult to let go, but this length was really a little long for himself at this moment. As if seeing Mu Chenhao's thoughts, Yan Lingchuan reached out and unscrewed a section of the tail of the gun, unscrewed the middle section to make up the tail of the gun, held the barrel of the gun in his hand, and said: "That's it, okay?"

Nodding, Mu Chenhao's eyes were very bright. Yan Lingchuan continued: "Don't lose that short knife, it's also a good choice to sneak attack when you can't beat others." Hearing this, Mu Chenhao glanced at Yan Lingchuan again and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Yan Lingchuan rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Picked it up. ”

"Huh. The perfunctory answer was exchanged for a sneer.

It was already the middle of the night, and the people of Nian Cun Mountain were waiting a little impatiently, but they had never dragged on for so long before. Song Budemon wrapped in a quilt and paced around the room, leaving only a few henchmen to drive all the others into the other rooms.

"Why is it so long this time, the little lady in my room doesn't know what's going on. Song Budemon thought about it, but he was shocked again, he was frightened by the rough hand that the black light had just touched, he was annoyed, and secretly vowed to discourage Yan Lingchuan from eight pieces of whip corpse.

Seeing that Mu Chenhao's breath gradually stabilized, Yan Lingchuan asked, "Gone?" Mu Chenhao nodded, whether to go or not to go, it has always been Yan Lingchuan's decision, he just follows.

Standing up, Yan Lingchuan stretched, "I almost forgot about someone." "A flash of brilliance is fleeting, as if it never existed. He knows that in the future, this Nian Cun Mountain will only be a tree falling and scattering, and it will be difficult to achieve any climate.

Song Budemon in the room was still pacing, still nodding and groaning. Suddenly, Song Budemon's body trembled suddenly, and soon calmed down, and the people around him didn't notice that Song Budemon's pupils were dilated, and he also lost his vitality. Falling back to the ground, the rest of the people rushed over in fright, and at this moment, Song Budemon's heavenly spirit was overflowing with bright red in a small hollow.

Song Budemon died. Two, down the mountain. There were many trembling children and girls behind him, one of them was the beautiful woman who was still tied to Song Budemon's bed tonight, the weak and a little pitiful, and she was supported before moving forward.

Mu Chenhao looked at the group of frightened people behind him, raised his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yan Lingchuan walked at the front of the team and replied, "Tianyan Capital." ”

By dawn, this slightly strange team had arrived in front of the Tianyan Capital, and they didn't wait to say anything. Someone recognized a loved one who had disappeared behind him for no apparent reason, and a family member who had not been seen for a long time.

The gates were opened, and there were people embracing, and some were weeping with joy, laughing and weeping.

In the end, only Yan Mu and the others were left. Suddenly, Yan Lingchuan lowered his head and asked Mu Chenhao, "Are you hungry?" Mu Chenhao nodded. Yan Lingchuan laughed out loud: "I don't have any money." ”

The two of them were unkempt and sloppy because they had been covered with dirt and ashes last night, like two beggars. Plus penniless, it's really possible to be despised as a flower child.

Mu Chenhao was silent, but clenched the silver spear wrapped in linen. Yan Lingchuan shook his head: "Think clearly, you can't beat me." ”

"Huh. Mu Chenhao responded with another sneer.

The two of them walked swaggering down the street. Those people are only barely able to feed themselves, where can they take care of those poor people, sighing in their hearts, it is difficult to move.

I don't know how far, I don't know how long, far away, it is a high-sounding city, there is a team of ironclad soldiers at the door of the house, on the door of the house, there is a very luxurious Nanmu plaque, embellished with four gold-inlaid characters of "the palace of the king of the king".

"How does it feel?" Yan Lingchuan pointed to the very conspicuous Regent Mansion in the distance. Mu Chenhao didn't seem to want to deal with Yan Lingchuan anymore, so he only replied: "Yes." ”

Yan Lingchuan stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, smiling: "In the evening, I will go to the king of the horse to have a long talk all night." ”

The night came very quickly, and Yan Lingchuan left Mu Chenhao and disappeared without a trace. Looking at the surroundings that were very unfamiliar, he began to rely on the guy who hadn't been with him for a long time. Holding the coarse cloth wrap, I found a place with a candle flame and sat down, waiting for the guy to come back.

It was a faltering white-haired old woman, like a candle in her old age, as if half of her body had been buried in the loess. It was an adobe thatched hut, barely sheltered from the rain and cold, and because of the burning of rapeseed oil lamps in the house, there was a very unpleasant pungent smell in the house.

Oil lamps are a luxury. So the old woman prepared to put out the oil lamp after eating and went to rest early. But the moment before she turned off the lights, at the end of the candlelight, she saw the tattered and unkempt Mu Chenhao.

There are no daughters and no children under her knees, how can the lonely old woman not want to find a companion, and in the same way, Mu Chenhao is very sad when she looks like this.

beckoned to Mu Chenhao, Mu Chenhao hesitated and sat in place. The old woman was not discouraged, took out the wild bran from the pot that she wanted to keep for tomorrow's food, staggered, leaned over, swayed to Mu Chenhao, and stretched out her hand: "Eat, child." ”

Mu Chenhao was stunned and lost his mind. Seeing this, the old woman stuffed the wild chaff into Mu Chenhao's hand. After a long time, Mu Chenhao came back to his senses, looking at the old woman's kind eyes, his nose was sour for no reason, and the feeling he had never felt before welled up in his heart, and tears that he had not had since he remembered swirled in his eyes.

"Eat. ”

A mouthful, bitterness wells up on the tip of the tongue. The taste of this wild bran was really bad, but Mu Chenhao didn't think it, he just ate it in a big gulp, and he had to eat it in his mouth and swallow it in his stomach.

The old woman took Mu Chenhao's chapped little hand, "It's cold, go to the house to warm up." ”

Mu Chenhao got up, and Yan Lingchuan walked out in the dark with a big package.

The three of them, in the old woman's room, took advantage of the faint light, and the old woman only felt very lively and warm.

It's just the atmosphere, a little awkward. So Yan Lingchuan spoke: "Old man, what about the rest of your family?" The old woman sighed: "Dead, all dead." A few years ago, my son died in a famine, and the old man died in a rebellion, and I was an old woman. ”

Silence, no more words.

After a long time, Yan Lingchuan lifted the package on the table and unfolded it. The eyes were full of delicacies, which made the eyes of the three people a little dazed.

The old woman looked at the food she had never seen before on the table, her nose was filled with the smell of her face, and even her voice trembled, and she was so nervous that she said to Yan Lingchuan: "Child, where did this come from? Don't you do anything bad." ”

Yan Lingchuan shook his head: "Old man, don't worry, it won't." The old woman stared at the table full of delicious food, still not at ease: "It can't be that she has offended some big person, right?" Yan Lingchuan was full of patience and shook his head: "Of course not, old man, these are all for you, you just accept them, and it will be fine." ”

The old woman was suspicious, and was persuaded by Yan Lingchuan, obviously because she couldn't stand the temptation of these delicacies.

The night was deeper, and the old woman couldn't bear to stay up late and go to bed early. Mu Chenhao sat at the door, enjoying the shade and looking at the night sky.

Yan Lingchuan tiptoed out and asked, "I'm full of food and drink, it's time to go." ”

Mu Chenhao didn't nod this time, nor did he look at Yan Lingchuan, he only spoke: "Don't go." ”

"Huh?" Yan Lingchuan was a little surprised, puzzled: "What?"

Looking at the night sky without a single star, Mu Chenhao asked again: "Is this a good person or a bad person?"

Hearing this, Yan Lingchuan had a headache and held his forehead, and he didn't reply for a long time, just talking.

"Looks like it's time to talk to the King of Steaders again. ”

The next day, the news spread that Niancun Mountain had been slaughtered, the three leaders were killed, and the rest fled in all directions, and the arrogant bandits' den became an empty mountain overnight. And the person who made the shot, everyone was so unanimous that they were surprisingly impressed, and Ren couldn't think of it.

Later, King Regent specially sealed two people, one was the city guard of Tianyan Capital, and the other was the commander of Tianyan Capital, and he was at ease to be the king of that leisurely place.

Everyone didn't know what to say, let alone what the king of the horses was thinking, but only later did they find out about these two people.

One is named Yan Lingchuan, and the other is Mu Chenhao.

It's also strange that after these two people took office, Tianyan was really more prosperous, and the city with 30,000 people lived in it became 50,000 people. And the immature commander of the army was quite brave and unduly brave, with the silver spear in his hand, he conquered all the 8,000 soldiers of Tianyan Capital, and was willing to serve him.

In this Tianyandu, it is five years of hurried years.